Page 52 of At My Worst

“Yes,” I say without needing to think. I tighten my grip on her throat and grind against her, allowing her to feel what the fuck she is doing to me.

“Good, show me just how jealous you are, Sir,” she says in a low voice.

Fuck, the way she is looking at me, the way she is talking to me, it turns me the fuck on.

Yes, she made me jealous, but it was different than how my ex did it. My ex was just different, so fucking different.

Bianca needs me to show her and the world that she is mine, so that is what I did.

She needs to feel desired and wanted. I can do that for her.

I lean into her, pinning her hard against the door as I pull up my t-shirt and grab the top of her cotton shorts.

Fuck.

I push them down with her underwear, and they fall to her ankles. She steps out of them, making me smile. I release my hold on her throat, unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling them down with my boxers. They fall to my ankles as I grab onto her legs and lift her off of the ground. She wraps them around my waist as I place one hand on her throat again, and I use my other one to grab my cock. I place the tip at her entrance.

“You drive me fucking crazy, Bianca,” I growl.

She doesn’t respond. Instead, she leans in and smashes her lips to mine, causing me to growl against her lips as I push myself into her pussy. Her walls wrap tightly around my cock. I place my hand on the door next to her head as I start to push in and out of her at a rough pace, needing her to feel just how fucking jealous I am and how much I desire and need her.

She will never have to wonder how I feel about her. I will make fucking sure of that.

I continue to push in and out of her, her back continuing to hit the door. I pull back, looking over her face and stopping at her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispers, making me stop mid-thrust.

My heart stops with her words. The words I never thought I would hear come from her mouth. I have felt her love. I have felt her push and pull, the game that started all this hanging between us.

Those words from her fucking change everything.

“I love you, too,” I whisper as I lean in and kiss her forehead, starting to move in and out of her again.

I don’t know how to explain it, but right now, I have never felt so fucking close to her. So lost in her.

She leans in and bites down on my throat, causing me to slam into her, hitting her back hard against the door.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my balls tighten. She licks the area, causing my cock to twitch inside her.

“Be my bad fucking girl and cum for me,” I say through gritted teeth. Her head falls back against the door as I tighten my grip on her throat and slam into her again and again and again.

“Alexander!” She screams as she places her hands against my chest, her eyes rolling back into the back of her head as we allow ourselves to get lost in our releases.

But now things are different.

Things will never be the same.

23

Bianca

6th Week in Port Angeles

“I’m Yours”by Isabel LaRosa

Igo into the back of the bar and grab the box of booze from the floor. Before I can take a step, Alexander is on me, kissing the side of my head as he takes the box from me.

“You know I can help, right,” I ask, turning and looking at him.

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