He likes pain.
So did I, butdamn.He was a braver man than me.
Alexei sank back, enveloping me with his tight heat. Sensation ambushed me and my muscles seized, desperate to react, but I fought it, gritting my teeth. He could push me as far as he liked. I wouldn’t fucking break.
He rolled his pelvis, lightly at first, then harder, grinding pleasure from me, his thighs caging my hips. His cock jutted from his body and he leaned forward again, sliding it along my abs as he moved, the friction making it leak onto my tingling skin. “You feel so good like this.”
It was probably the nicest thing he’d ever said to me, and the sentiment stoked a new flame inside me. A moan built in my throat. I kept it in as long as I could, but it burst free all the same, and I threw my head back, my hands balling into fists. “You gonna ride me, Lexi?”
“If you do not move, like I have asked you already. You are hurt enough, I think.”
Nothing that felt this incredible could ever hurt. At least, that was the fantasy, but I’d been around long enough to know there was a fine line between pleasure and pain.
Between love and hate too, which made me think of River again, distracting me from the mind-bending sensation Alexei was gifting me.
He made a low sound of discontent and gripped my chin. “Stay in this moment. You deserve it.”
I held my eyes open, drinking him in as he began to ride my dick in earnest, his cock still dragging forward and back on my belly.
He was so fucking hard.
I reached for him.
He slapped my hand away. “No.”
“Sadist.”
“Yes.” He fucked me faster, dipping his head to thrust his tongue into my mouth. “But you love it, don’t you?”
I groaned, fighting the instinct to arch my back and drive deeper inside him. My breath shortened to sharp pants that left me dizzy, fresh sweat coating my skin. I was a mess for him.
Fuck, I was flying.
Alexei bounced on my cock, thighs gripping me tighter and tighter as they trembled, the pale skin of his chest flushing as he began to lose his composure.
He leaned back, dropping his hands behind him, exposing his throat.
I wanted to sink my teeth into the elegant curve, claim him as mine, but I was frozen beneath him, trapped in his fucking thrall.
Orgasm rushed up on me, coursing through my veins in a blood-pumping wave. A crazed shout left me, and I punched the mattress. “Fuck, I need to touch you.”
Alexei ignored me, his eyes screwed shut as he started to come apart.
I missed him. I found the unyielding muscle of his thigh and squeezed. “Look at me... please?”
He reared up, startled, and as he met my gaze, we both unravelled. Hot come spurted from his dick in the same moment mine erupted inside him. I came so hard my balls felt like they’d disappeared into my soul, and I fuckingroared, lost to it—tohim—for however long it took me to come down.
Maybe I fell asleep again, I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that I had weird nightmares and I couldn’t tell if they were from the after-effects of the bulldozer drugs or the horrific story Alexei had told me the night before. Either way, I saw him in my dreams, and for once it wasn’t pretty.
I woke with a jump sometime later, alone in Alexei’s bed. My hand flew to my chest and I bolted upright as fast as my battered ribs allowed. “Lexi?”
He appeared in the doorway. “I’m here.”
I sucked in a deep, cleansing breath. “So you are.”
He raised a brow, amused? Maybe? It was hard to tell. Regardless, he was too far away.
I rolled out of his bed and closed the distance between us. He was wearing work clothes—tailored trousers and a shirt that clung to his body like sin. “Are you going out?”
