But I didn’t want to be gentle with her. I wanted to eat her alive.
I wanted to hear her screams as they shook the very walls of my mansion. I could almost taste the fear, and it only made my need grow sharper, hungrier.
I’d never been so close to losing control, to pulling the car over and hauling her to my lap, letting her moans fill the small car while I held her head to keep it from slamming into the roof. I kept reminding myself that she was a virgin, that if she decided she wanted to fuck me tonight, I needed to be careful. I needed to keep up the Prince Charming pretense.
But the thoughts I was having about her while we drove through the city were nothing less than villainous.
The skyscrapers passed by in a blur. I normally didn’t drive myself—preferring to work from the backseat of my car while my driver took me everywhere—but tonight, I was in such a rush to reach her that I didn’t wait, speeding across the city fast enough that I would have been pulled over if my family didn’t fund half of the police force in the city.
Before long, we reached the outskirts of the city where my mansion overlooked the water. The neighborhood was flanked by iron fences and tall hedges, the perfect place for a family who needed privacy. I built this home when I’d begun to inherit the empire from my father. Lately, I’d tended to reside in my family’s townhouse in the heart of the city, where I would be closer to Eva if she needed me. But when she asked me to bring her home, this was the only one I thought of.
It was far from Vallen territory, from them trying to use her to exact vengeance for my activities over the past week. And it was heavily guarded only by men who had proven they would die for me.
The mansion loomed at the end of the long driveway, a dark monolith of stone and black glass. Every line was sharp and deliberate. From this distance, it looked untouchable, impervious. Exactly as it was meant to be.
The road was flanked by sculpted trees. Beyond them lay the many acres of gardens. I could already envision Eva out there, planting as many pink flowers as she wanted before lounging by my pool, a glass of pink lemonade in her hand while she watched the ducks swim across the lake.
It surprised me as we neared the door to find all of my visions consisting of her and me in this home together. In what was mine becoming ours.
Marble steps led up to an arched double door, black with iron studs, flanked by lanterns that cast warm light over the façade. I parked my car in the circular drive and helped Eva out of the seat, tugging her body to me and holding her tight.
Eva let out a shaky breath, her pulse fluttering against her neck. Everything in me roared to wrap my hand around it and squeeze until her face was a pretty shade of pink, begging me to paint her with my cum. As much as I wanted to worship her, to make her feel things she’d never felt before, a part of me wanted to make her hurt too. Make herscream.
I knew she would like it. My Eva was meant for me, and I’d always preferred a little pain with my pleasure.
In addition to being a submissive, my girlfriend was proving to be a little masochist. She had to be one to wear those ballet shoes of hers, the ones that squeezed and morphed her feet into new shapes to hold her body while leaping and bounding across the stage.
If she could handle that, what else could I give her?
I debated reaching forward and wrapping my hand around her pretty little neck to find out, but I didn’t. It was hard enough to hold myself back as it was. If I touched her right now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
Crowding her against the car, I leaned in as far as my control would let me. And the sight of her below me, all fucking submissive, her ribbon looping through the hair I wanted to pull while she was bent over, made something inside of me vibrate with the need for more.
I leaned into her, my tongue darting out to taste her neck. Inhaling her warm vanilla scent, I forced myself to calm down.
Control
“Eva, I want to fuck you. I want to bury myself so deeply inside of you that I feel you when I fall asleep. I want to watch your eyes roll back in your head, and I want to greedily inhaleyour cum on my tongue. But if you’re not ready for that, I will tuck you into bed and go take a long, cold shower. Nothing between us will change. I promise.”
“Alek,” she whispered, lips parted and begging to take my cock. “I want all of that, too.”
Fuck being in control. I wanted her.Now.
Eva let out a shaky breath as my tongue traveled down to her collarbone, to that sensitive spot I already knew she loved to be bitten on. “Tell me how much you want it, baby,” I rasped before biting onto her.
“Ah!I… uh…”
“Tell me,Eva,” I said, this time biting harder as I picked her up and carried her through the front door, waving away any staff member who came to greet us.
I pressed her into the nearest wall. She squirmed against me, her hips subtly rocking into mine, and nothing pleased me more than feeling her pulse increase with fear. I wondered what her eyes would look like when they were wide and afraid. Would she beg me to stop?
Would she beg me to keep going?
“Does my needy girl want me to take care of her now?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip, and I couldn’t help but thrust a little into her at the sight of her so damn willing for me already.
Fuck. I could feel the heat of her through my pants.
