“Alek!” I cried, though I wasn’t sure if it was from horror or pleasure. My cheek throbbed with the stinging of his slap, yet a part of me almost liked it. It was another way he was owning me, showing me who I belonged to, rutting me like an animal.
“I’m going to mark every inch of that beautiful body,” Alek said, punctuating his words with a harsh bite to my neck and a pinch to my nipple that made my knees buckle. “Everyone is going to look at my pretty girl on the stage and know you’re fuckingmine.”
“Yours,” I tried to say, though I was pretty sure it sounded more likearmphg.
Alek chuckled. "I love it when you make those little fucking noises. Let me hear them. Let the whole damn house hear them."
And then he was going faster and faster, one hand alternating between slapping and rubbing my ass while the other pinched my nipples. His thrusts were brutal, pushing me up the bed untilI was forced to use the headboard to brace myself. His tie rubbed at my wrists, and the assaulting feeling over every sensation drove me closer and closer.
“A-Alek, I can’t… It’s t-too much…”
My brain was beginning to go fuzzy. My toes curled, and my hands flexed involuntarily. Any sense of control I had was destroyed by Alek and the dangerous dance we did together.
“Yes, you fucking can, Eva, and youwill.You’re going to come all over my cock, and then I’m going to clean you up and hold you in my arms and kiss all of my marks better. And we’re going to do this every damn day and night for the rest of our lives, because I’m yours and you’re mine andnothingwill change that.”
"Oh myGod,Alek?—”
He kissed my spine before reaching forward and pulling my chin back to look into his eyes.
Midnight oceans.
Maybe it was seeing his eyes, the tender feelings in them, despite the violent undercurrent of his movements. Maybe it was the way he quickened his pace, hitting spots inside of me that made me see stars. Or maybe it was the way he whispered, “Come for me, solnyshka. Fall apart against me.”
And I did. I let the darkness consume me until my brain was nothing but mush. My body tingled from the zaps of pleasure while Alek groaned and came inside me in hot spurts of cum, making me come even harder.
When I came to, blinking off the orgasm, Alek was taking a washcloth and cleaning between my thighs, kissing the quivering muscles as he did so. He gathered me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom, turning on the water to the most luxurious bath I had ever seen. Like the rest of his house, it was modern yet classy in a way, marble with black veins, all sleek lines.
With dazed eyes, I looked around the giant bathroom—at the matching marble shower, the expensive cologne on the counter, the bedroom beyond—and realized Alek was more than just rich.
He was a billionaire.
Alek stepped into the tub and settled me on top of his lap. The water was warm, but it felt burning against my aching skin, tender from our lovemaking.
He grabbed a container of soap and squirted some onto his hands, lathering it before running his hands all along my body. I couldn’t help but notice the way he pointedly avoided cleaning my pussy.
“My cum stays in you,” he murmured into my ear, kissing my flaming cheeks.
Then, he massaged shampoo into my scalp and conditioner into my ends, taking great care to pull apart any tangles caused by his rough hands. I sniffed the air and frowned. “Is that my shampoo?”
“Yes, solnyshka.”
“Why did you get that? How did you know the right one?”
How are you always so perfect?
Alek grabbed my chin and pulled my face to meet his. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, his tongue slowly entering me before eating me from the inside out. My breath hitched, his softness surprising me.
“Because,” he whispered, “I know your mind well enough to know that you’re thinking of all the reasons you can’t stay here with me. And I want you to run out of them.”
My lips parted, heart thundering in my chest. And before I knew it, we were kissing again, and Alek was pulling me to face him, and his cock was burying inside of me, and everything was right with the world.
I realized Iwasfalling. Hurtling toward something unknown, something terrifying, something that had the powerto kill me, to shatter my fragile heart. I had fallen in love with Aleksandr Drakov.
But I trusted him to catch me.
January 12th
Jules
