Page 14 of Vienna Betrayal

It seemed backwards for her to do the chasing. Yet, instead of offended, he felt wanted.

Or maybe that was a justification he was using because he didn’t want to stop touching her.

Alexander bent, bringing his mouth to her nipple. He kissed it tenderly, reverently, with closed lips.

He heard her soft sigh of pleasure, sensed her body relax.

Alexander opened his mouth and licked, one long slow sweep of his tongue over her nipple. She moaned in pleasure, the sound loud in the quiet hall.

And then he bit her.

Alexander closed his teeth on the sensitive peak of her breast. She shrieked—in surprise, in pain—and her hands cupped his head, fingers winding through his hair.

Alexander lifted his head, biting down harder on her nipple as he did. Her breast rose, her tender nipple bearing the weight of her own flesh as it was trapped between his teeth.

Alena’s hands fisted in his hair and she yanked, trying to pull him away.

Alexander grabbed Alena’s wrists and slammed them against the wall beside her shoulders. The movement caused his head to shift, tugging and pulling on her nipple even more. She whimpered piteously.

“It hurts,” she panted.

Alexander released her nipple, worried she might have forgotten that she did have power to stop him. Submissives didn’t always have the presence of mind to use a safeword.

He had to be sure that she knew she was safe. Well, relatively safe.

Alena’s eyes were closed, her fingers curled loosely towards her palms. She wasn’t fighting his hold on her wrists.

Her breathing had slowed and her lips were parted, jaw and neck muscles soft. She seemed…relaxed. No, not quite that.

She seemed…quietly expectant.

There was no panic, no confusion. There was no sign of distress so great that it would cause her to forget her safeword.

She’d told him she liked to be pushed. To be forced to accept more.

“It hurts” hadn’t been a plea for him to stop.

Alexander felt a surge of need, the kind of arousal that drove people mad, that urged them to do insane things to slake their desire.

He dipped his head and opened his mouth. She whimpered, but arched her back, offering up her breast for more abuse. He rewarded her with a quick lick. This was not the place to use and abuse her the way he wanted.

Straightening once more, he released her wrists.

Alena didn’t drop her arms. She kept them up, making no move to shield herself or soothe her abused nipple. Her eyes were still closed, lips softly parted.

“Alena.”

“Yes, Sir?” She opened her eyes.

Alexander’s whole body flushed with heat, and his cock, which had been semi erect since he first got a glimpse at the woman hidden under the hood, hardened with alacrity.

The darkness inside him was awake and hungering for her. Demanding not just that he find a submissive, but that it be this submissive.

He’d walked away, and now it was clear that was a mistake. He’d thank her for coming after him once he was done making her scream in sweet agony.

He held out his hand, and she placed her fingers in his.

“You’re mine now.”

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