Page 17 of Red Queen

With my heart pounding in my ears, I follow his instructions.

He’s quiet so long, that I start to speak. “Alex?—”

“Donotspeak until I tell you.”

I’m dripping, the cooling wetness beads down a path along my thigh, and I must look craven. Nothing more than a common whore. Is that what he wants of me? Does?—

The leather slices hard into my ass with a thwack and I cry out, hips rising. He does it again. And again.

Each bite of the leather is stinging, hot, a sunburst of pain that makes my insides start to shake. A wild pleasure, heightened by that sharp pain throbbing makes me gasp as he whips me a fourth time, a fifth.

I smell the copper of blood. Mine, and I almost come. There’s a thud as I think the whip hits the floor, then softer sounds of his clothes.

Alexandru joins me on the bed, he leans over me, his hot breath on my ass and then the exquisite brush of his tongue as he licks the wound. I whimper again, squirming, needing the release he promised. I’m on the edge, and the thin precipice beneath my feet burns hot.

“Turn your head, Eleanna.”

The moment I do, he flips me and his mouth descends on mine, a hungry kiss fueled by the turmoil of our past. Our tongues entwine, dueling for dominance, yet I’m downing, surrendering to the passion that consumes us. I reach for Alexandru’s cock, but he grabs my hand, pinning it to my side and leaving it there.

He kisses me again, hard and fierce. Pagan in its elemental harshness, divine in what it does to me. Then he twists one nipple, then the other, and he slides his fingers down my body to delve into my wetness, eliciting a gasp from me. He thrusts three roughly inside my pussy, the pain of his invasion enhancing my pleasure.

I moan softly, unable to suppress the sounds of my growing release.

“You feel it, don’t you, Eleanna? The exquisite suspension between pleasure and pain.”

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice hoarse and raw. “I do.”

Alexandru continues his assault on my senses, mercilessly teasing me with his fingers, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy, using his thumb to taunt my clit.

But he knows me so well. He can turn me on and fling me into orgasm in moments and he can be cruel and do it just enough to make me ache and never let me reach that pinnacle.

Over and over, he does it. I’m a mess, begging in mindless sounds, and every time he denies me the ache morphs into a certain kind of insanity.

It’s agonizing, but I accept the torment he inflicts in order to achieve the ultimate satisfaction.

Because he’ll do it. He’ll do it. And this time as he curls his fingers and the rough pain turns into deep pleasure, he starts to set a beat. The one that I know will take me into heaven.

Just as I’m about to reach my breaking point, however, Alexandru withdraws his fingers, leaving me yearning for more. He’s cruel. A monster. And I will crush him.

He leans in, whispering in my ear, “Beg me for it, Eleanna. Beg me to take you to the edge and send you plummeting into oblivion.”

Defiance and desire war inside me. I want to resist his demands, to prove that I’m stronger, yet I can’t deny the perverse allure of his command.

“I can do this all night, take you to the brink over and over and when I’ve had enough, whip you once more. Your blood is so fucking delicious…” He flicks my clit.

I hiss at him.

“Eleanna, what do you want? Do you want release?” And he laughs before kissing me, turning the harsh stroke into something light and gentle that if I wasn’t on my back I’d crumble to the ground.

“Please, Alexandru…”

He switches it up again. “Beg me, ask me to take you.”

My gaze crashes into his. “I beg you. Take me now.”

“I’ll oblige, my beautiful captive.”

Without a word, Alexandru surges, withdrawing his fingers and shifting over me so he’s between my thighs. Then he slams his cock deep inside me.

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