Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“You won’t betray me, Lola. You’re too good a girl to destroy us like that.”
“I’m not good, Alex,” I practically whispered, torn between agreeing with him and remaining somewhat genuine.
“You are to me.” He trailed his fingers over his name and then teased my center, running his digits over my silk underwear. "I'm not insecure, nor do I have any reason to be jealous, but the mere thought of you looking at someone else...someone looking at you…I can't handle it," he stated, his voice a low murmur as his fingers traced over his name again.
"It’s partially my fault, I suppose. I didn’t explain the boundaries beyond our home.” His hand moved higher until he was gripping my underwear, roughly tearing it off me. An involuntary whimper slipped through my lips as my dress bunched around my hips and only his slacks separated his cock from pressing fully against my pussy.
I could feel how hard he was—and there wasn’t any denying how wet he’d made me with his twisted way of speaking.
And, of course, he saw it.
His eyes briefly dipped between my legs before flitting back to mine, alight with something predatory, mingling with an unmistakable hint of pride. The depth of his stare was disconcerting, revealing a hunger that seemed to go beyond the physical.
“Boundaries?” I questioned, barely holding my voice steady.
“I’ve made it clear which men can and cannot speak to you. They know the consequences of defying that decree,” he explained calmly. “If you find yourself having to smile at anyone, especially someone not of our community, keep it brief. You’re beautiful, fucking stunning when you smile. It wouldn’t take much for someone to misinterpret that as an invitation.”
He cupped my pussy and dipped one finger inside me, and then another, slowly pumping in and out. “If someone asks for your name, you give them mine.” The finality in his voice left no room for argument. I grabbed his shoulders, biting into my lower lip to suppress a moan.
“Tell me you understand,” he murmured in my ear.
"I understand.”
"No. I don’t think you do. But you will," he replied quietly.
I wished he’d just yelled. I wasn’t used to someone being calm and collected, even when they were enraged. It didn’t help that his insight into my thoughts was almost enough to undo the last bit of my composure. He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed my thighs, dragging me to the very edge of the table. Before I could draw another breath, I found myself turned around.
He bent me over, crushing my chest into the smooth wood. One hand slipped beneath my hair to grip the back of my neck, and the other began to undo his belt.
“Alex?”
A slight squeeze was his only reply. My stomach dipped at the faint sound of his zipper sliding down. The smooth head of his cock brushed against me a second later and a fresh burst of panic set in.
“No.” I pushed back but couldn’t move. He was far stronger than me, even hardly trying. I’d found that out the first time I’d woken up and he was already inside me.
“That’s only going to make it worse, Lola.” The hand he had around my neck slipped around so that the edge of his palm pressed against my mouth. He took a firm grip of my ass cheek and pulled it aside, placing the smooth head of his cock between them.
“Please. Please don’t do this,” I pleaded, trapped between him and the table.
“The sound of you begging only makes me want you more.” He nudged my legs farther apart with his knee. “I’m only claiming what’s mine.”
“Fuck you, Alex.”
“That mouth…maybe I should fuck that next.” He bent over me, beginning to push forward. “Bite down, deliciae. This is going to hurt.”
With one brutal thrust of his hips, he was inside me, forcing his way past any resistance and tearing the sensitive muscle. I screamed, biting into his hand as pain blindsided me. He withdrew and then thrust back in, burying every inch of his cock inside my ass.
“Just breathe, beautiful. It’ll get better,” he soothed, his tone giving no indication he felt my teeth sinking into his skin.
I bit down harder, and blood filled my mouth. My vision swam with tears as he began to move.
It felt wrong.
It fucking burned.
He set a brutal pace, driving into me hard enough that the entire table wobbled, sending more dishes to the floor where they shattered apart.
I cried out with every thrust, screaming and incoherently pleading for him to stop. At some point, my water glass tipped over, sending the cold liquid straight towards my face, where it was pressed into the table so hard, I knew there’d be a bruise.
Alexander suddenly wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked me up, forcing my body to bow back as his cock sank deeper into my ass. My cry was muffled by a sob.