Page 140 of Love to Fear You

“But… your arm…” I whisper between heavy breaths.

“You just need to rip my clothes off. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Despite his injury, he moves like a cat to climb off the bed, towering above me with that devious grin. He knows how to push all the right buttons because every time he uses that smile on me, I spread my legs for him.

I sit up and plant my feet on the floor, facing him. My fingers fly to his pants, where I race to undo them, and his hooded gaze never leaves mine, his bulge growing bigger by the second.

When I yank his pants to his knees, his cock hits me in the face. On instinct, I stick my tongue out to lick him, but when I raise my hand to grip the base, he stops me.

“Tonight is about your pleasure,” he says. “Take off your clothes.”

I scramble to obey his order, lifting my cropped hoodie over my head, followed by my sports bra and, finally, my sweatpants. Everything falls to a pile at my feet.

“You didn’t wear panties for me again. Good girl.”

He wraps his good arm around my waist, flipping me over onto all fours on the mattress. I gasp as the room spins, but when I regain my bearings, his fingers brush against my feet. Peering over my shoulder, I find him tightening a leather cuff around my ankles.

“What are those for?” I ask.

He reaches under the bed, pulling out another cuff at the end of a silver chain. The metal clanks in his hand. “So you don’t kick my arm when you’re thrashing in ecstasy.”

After slapping the remaining cuff around my ankle, he reaches down. I can’t see what he’s doing, but he does something to tighten the chains, bringing me to the edge of the bed with my ass in the air. My cheeks are spread wide for him, his heated gaze raking over my most sensitive areas.

I lift myself onto my arms to crawl away, but the chains are pulled taut to hold me in place.

Alek steps closer, his throbbing cock pressing against my backside. Leaning over me, he brings his good arm around to wrap his fingers over my throat.

I’m shaking with need.

“Happy Birthday, malishka. I’m going to make you scream so loud, you’ll wake the entire estate.”

And then he thrusts, plunging his full length into my pussy from behind. I yelp, but Alek doesn’t withdraw.

He’s already massive, but from this angle, it’s so intense my eyes water.

Alek groans behind me, buried inside as my walls squeeze around him.

He’s never been gentle during sex—but I don’t want him to be. Gentle lovemaking isn’t our style; we need it raw and primal, delving into the deepest, darkest parts of ourselves together. I want him to take me to my limits and put my body through all sorts of depraved acts.

Without Alek, I was destined to die. But with him, I’m alive.

He slides out, lubricated with my slick desire, before shoving himself back in. I arch my back when his grip on me tightens, leaning into his touch.

“Listen closely,” he rasps. “You are mine. From now on, every breath you take belongs to me. I am the reason you breathe, the reason you wake up in the morning, your reason for living.”

Another thrust, this one rougher than the last. I whimper.

“I will save you from yourself if I have to. When you are trapped in your darkest moments, look into my eyes, and you will see your sorrow reflected back to you. Your pain is my pain, and I will join you in the depths of your despair to hold you and never let go.”

His fingers tighten around my neck, cutting off my air.

“I am aimless without you, my love,” he says. “If you die, you seal my death sentence as well because I will not live in a world without you in it.”

“Yes, Alek. Yes.”

As the edges of my vision narrow, he impales me so aggressively his hips slap against my ass at an impossible tempo. Our bodies move as one, wild and desperate, our moans a primal symphony crescendoing into the finale.

“Come for me.”

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