“So, you like me for the fact that I’m like a little girl.”
He sighs and sits down on the bed and to my surprise, pulls me into his arms. “You’re not a little girl and I can prove it to you. But first, we need to leave this room. If you won’t get up, then I’m going to throw you over my shoulder. What will it be?”
I find myself clinging to Alek. I did it after I killed Jack and I’m doing it now. There’s something surprisingly comforting about Alek despite what he’s done to me.
“I can’t leave,” I whisper. I need him to make the decision for me.
With a sigh, Alek stands up and in one smooth motion, throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and carries me out ofthe bunker. My panic eases slightly. He’ll take care of this. Take care of me.
“What about Rocko?” I ask.
“I took care of him.”
A cold shiver runs over me. I know what he means by that. I’ve seen him take care of men before.
Alek doesn’t say a word to me as we drive back home. I can’t tell if he’s angry with me or the situation.
When we return home, he brings me straight to our bedroom. “Did you choose to leave with Rocko?”
“No.”
He raises one eyebrow, which is an intimidating sight, but it only serves to make him more handsome. “No? You didn’t want to leave me?”
I hesitate because, well, a part of me did want to leave Alek. I considered it.
“Let me remind you who you belong to now,” he says, grabbing my waist. I gasp from the contact. His hands are so powerful and strong.
He throws me onto the bed and pulls my body down so my hips are on the edge. There’s a dark intensity in his eyes as he pushes my dress up and rips my underwear straight down. I can’t move. I want to see what’s going to happen. There is a slight fear inside me though. Alek is pure darkness. I’m still not fully sure what he’s completely capable of but I know he’s capable of a lot of bad things.
He spreads my legs wide and takes a moment to look down at me. My dress is partially covering the view of him, which helps me. By not being able to see him completely, I can relax into this moment.
Because I want this moment. I like how Alek looks at me with desire, even though I know I shouldn’t feel this way. I like that he wants me this way.
“I’ve wanted to see what your cute little pussy looks like since I first laid eyes on you,” he murmurs. It makes a flash of arousal run through me and I can feel my wetness seeping out of me and coating my inner thighs.
He grabs each of my thighs and runs his thumbs over them, drawing circles.
“What are you going to do?” I whisper.
“I’m going to taste you. Prove to you that you’re not a little girl anymore. That you’re a woman. That you’re my woman.”
A heat spreads through me. I know I shouldn’t feel this way and yet, I can’t help myself.
Alek kneels down on to the floor. I can’t see him any longer but I can feel his lips brush against my inner thigh. I tremble and hold still.
I’ve read about this in books. I know what can happen. But it’s completely different reading about it versus having someone do it to me, especially a man as powerful as Alek is.
He kisses my inner thigh. “I’ll shave you another time. Right now, I just need to know what you taste like.”
And before I can even react, he brings his lips straight to my sensitive nub. I cry out, either from shock or from pleasure, I’m not sure which. Alek runs his lips and tongue over my bud with expert precision. It’s not surprising that he knows what he’s doing. He has experience, unlike me.
Right now, though, I can’t feel bad for my lack of experience. I just want to feel excited knowing I’m getting any experience at all.
He grips my thighs tighter as he moves his lips all along my nub and folds. My face is on fire. It’s such an intimate area for him to have his face but the way Alek is kissing me down there and the low sounds he’s making tell me that he’s enjoying this. That his moment is natural and I have no reason to fear it.
My hips begin to roll around, trying to match his pace, but his hands on my thighs keep me in place. He’s taking control of this situation and I’m powerless to stop it. The only thing I can do is give in to it.
“Alek,” I whisper, clutching the blanket.
