Page 112 of Your Sharpest Edge
My thoughts raced wildly in my head. It was so loud inside my mind I could barely hear myself think. Moments passed as Alex watched me hesitantly before my lips parted, and he kissed me, bringing his hands to the straps of my dress and gently pulling them past my shoulders.
“Is this what you want?” Alex pulled away to ask.
“Yes,” I responded breathlessly because when his lips were on mine—when he was nearby—nothing else mattered except for him. “Show me everything.”
A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes before he lifted me by the thighs. Carefully, he guided us to a nearby room, and to my surprise, it was completely cleaned.
“What if someone’s been in here?” I asked, looking at the sheets, not wanting to be thrown in others’ substances.
He chuckled. “After every guest, someone comes in and sanitizes the room, including changing the sheets.”
“Phew.” I giggled as he threw me on the bed.
“If you don’t want anyone to watch or join, we close the door.” He stood up, positioning himself between the door and the bed.
This was my moment. Alex gazed at me with nothing but fondness in his eyes. He was soft, gentle, and kind, yet I craved him rough, hard, and primal.
“Do you want to close the door?”
I shook my head. “Come here,” I demanded.
The corner of his lips curled into a smile as he stalked toward me.
“Malyshka. I need you to be a good girl and stand up so I can see you shimmy out of that dress.”
“Yes, sir,” I said jokingly, but as I stood, Alex grabbed my wrists, hoisting me up.
He looked down at his fingers wrapped around me and then immediately removed them. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean?—”
My heart warmed at the thought. He understood I might associate that kind of physical gesture with what my ex did. But in the bedroom, reclaiming that power felt empowering. I was in control. I was fierce. I was fucking powerful.
“No.” I grabbed his fingers, guiding them back to my hand. “I like that.”
He stepped back, eyes trailing over me hungrily, taking in every inch.
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I wanted to rip that fucking delicate teddy from her body and fuck her naked. I wanted her to scream my name so everyone knew she was mine. With her hair in its signature slicked-back ponytail, her pouty lips, and her perky breasts framed by the lace, she was irresistible.
I raked my gaze down her body and stopped on the scars across her knees. The ones he gave her. The power she was taking from him tonight.
“I’m so fucking proud of you,” I murmured.
“Thank you,” she said, giving me a soft smile.
She knew. I was bearing everything for her tonight. I wanted to give her this, her own sexual freedom. I wanted to give it back to her after what he did. It was my gift to her.
“Come and kiss me?”
Her invitation was all I needed. I closed the distance between us, pulling her tightly against my chest. She slowly undid the buttons on my shirt, pausing to kiss me after each one.
When the shirt finally slipped off and dropped to the floor, I grabbed her by the ass and tossed her onto the bed.
“I need you,” she moaned.
With one hand wrapped around her lower back, I pressed my mouth to hers, savoring the raw, carnal sounds escaping her lips. I unclasped the back of the lingerie she wore, and threw it on the floor.
