I was tired of this—of this half-life without him. I wanted a full relationship with Alek. A real one where I could bring him over to dinner without worrying about who would be the first to fire a gun. I wanted to see him in the audience at all of my shows and go out to the club with him and Mia. I wanted to go on normal dates outside of the Company, I wanted to wake up next to him each morning, and I wanted to fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
And one day, I wanted to marry him.
Alek gripped my chin and lifted my eyes to his. The darkness in his expression practically turned me into a puddle. Some sick part of me answered the sick part of him—and I liked it that way. I liked knowing we made each other better and worse.
Maybe Jules was right. Maybe I didn’t really know what love was like. But I couldn’t imagine it looking any different than this.
“When were you going to tell me you had to fucking kiss him?”
“I…” But I had no good answer.
Alek pulled me closer and bit my neck harshly, a mirror to the bright red hickey. I gasped, my back arching into his.
“Have you forgotten that you’re mine? That every inch of your body fucking belongs tome?These lips are mine to kiss and suck. This neck is mine to bite and choke. These tits are mine to pinch and squeeze. And this pussy is mine to fuck however I want.”
He snarled, already ripping at my dress, hands holding me hard enough to bruise. He quickly undid my pointe shoes, tossing them across the stage. Fabric tore, and the cold air from the theater instantly filled my body as he destroyed the rest of my clothing, including my underwear.
A distant part of me knew that the costumer would be even more furious than before at my ruined dress, but an even bigger part of me didn’t care. I didn’t like it anyway. It didn’t feel right for Juliet, forme.
And anyway, it was in his way.
“This cunt,” Alek growled, shoving two of his fingers inside of me and curling them against my G-spot, “ismine.And if you ever think about letting someone get that close to it again, I will show that miserable soul why they call me the Reaper.”
“Alek,” I hummed, letting his fingers work their magic inside of me. It was a slow, torturous rhythm, one that made me forgetwhether this was a punishment or not. Every touch felt like a gift. I wanted more, more,more.
“Alek, I didn’t want him… It was for the show. I pretended it was you.”
He stilled inside of me. I whimpered when his fingers exited me, the emptiness in me even more apparent. I felt hollow without him, like I would never be truly filled until I had a taste of him again.
“You did?”
I nodded, my breath shaky. When he got this look in his eyes—the hungry one, like he was about to eat me alive—he was hard to predict. Would he slam me against the ground and thrust into me from behind? Or would he gather me in his arms before making slow, tender love to me?
Or would he do both?
“Such a good girl.” His gaze studied me with a dark lust that made my pussy tingle, his touch soft where his eyes were not. “My Evangeline.”
He cupped my neck with his large hand, and my fingers found his hair to anchor myself in the dark strands. The veins popped out in his tanned forearms as he studied me with fascination, completely enraptured while his thumb stroked my quivering pulse.
“My pretty, pretty girl,” Alek murmured, almost as if in a trance.
Then, he blinked, and the hardness was back, his dark irises filled with embers of a fire that constantly burned inside of him.
“Mypretty, pretty girl,” he said again before squeezing my throat. I coughed as my vision went black around the edges, though instead of asking him to stop it, I sank into the feeling. Into the pleasure that came with losing control to him.
Every thought exited my mind, even the ones of the unbearable heat between my thighs coupled with the drippingwetness soaking the skin. All I could think about was air. I needed air.
No. I needed him. Only him.
Alek was the air I breathed. He was my life, not oxygen or dancing or anything else.
It was only ever Alek.
“You were made for me,” Alek said as he released my throat, keeping his grip on my neck but letting me catch my breath.
I barely had time to prepare myself before he was reaching behind me and cupping my ass, lifting me in the air, and sheathing himself inside of me.
“Oh,” I moaned, tipping my head back and letting the pleasure run through me. But unlike his fingers earlier, Alek’s thrusts were now brutal, each one meant to punish me for kissing another man.
