Page 32 of Vienna Betrayal

Alena lowered her glass, which she’d had halfway to her mouth. “I’m not ashamed to admit that I spent most of my day alternately remembering and fantasizing.”

Alexander swiveled to face her, once again bracing a foot on the rung of her stool.

Alena turned too, the outside of her thigh pressed to the inside of his.

They regarded one another, two strangers with a night of shared intimacy to bind them, the specter of what they would share tonight looming over them.

“The more I thought about you, the…harder…my fantasies got.” Alexander took a sip of wine. “No, not harder…darker.” His gaze met hers. “More brutal.”

Alena shivered, then reached for her glass, trying to cover up how much his words affected her.

“Alena, you should not submit to me.”

“Will you ignore my limits? My safeword?”

“No. But you’ve already said you changed those limits. That’s dangerous.”

“I changed them to add in sexual contact. Clearly you and I are attracted to one another, which doesn’t always happen between play partners.”

“True.” He ran his hand through his hair, brow furrowed.

Alena slid off her stool, standing so her hip was in contact with his thigh, her pelvis almost touching his stool.

“Alexander, I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

“Then you should be afraid of me. too.”

He raised his other foot, bracing it so she was caged between his legs. “I should?”

“Yes.”

He had no idea how true that was. She reached up and pulled the silver clip from her hair, letting it spill over her shoulders. “After all, I’m the one who keeps hunting you down.”

“True.” His gaze roamed over her head and shoulders, lingering on her breasts for a moment.

“Today when I was touching myself, I was thinking about you.” Alena leaned in enough that her breasts brushed his chest and she was able to whisper in his ear. “Did you think about me while you stroked your cock?”

Alexander growled—an alarming, sexy sound—and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her back.

Had she gone too far? Her thoughts scrambled as she tried to figure out how to backtrack. She shouldn’t have been so aggressive. He liked submissive women, and while he’d seemed to respond well to her pursuing him last night, maybe—

Alexander hooked his fingers under the straps of her dress and yanked them off her shoulders.

Alena gasped, instinctively raising her hands to press the bodice to her chest, halting its descent.

“Drop your arms.” It wasn’t a request, but a command.

Again she shivered, even as she dropped her arms to her sides.

The satin slithered down her body, the friction hardening her nipples. As she stood trapped between his legs, naked except for a red-satin g-string, she had a sudden foreboding that what happened tonight would change her.

Alexander relaxed even more, as if the sight of her submissively naked calmed him.

“Your safeword.”

“Sherman.”

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