Madame Germaine exited the studio while I took off my pointe shoes, wanting to give my feet a break since I wouldn’t need them today. I groaned in satisfaction when I peeled themoff, my toes practically singing in pure happiness. I began to massage the poor things, giving them the relief they desperately needed. A moan escaped my lips when I worked out a particularly painful knot.
A chuckle behind me made me freeze.
I stiffened, every part of my body aware that a dark presence had entered the studio, a predator waiting to feast on me. I stood just as a familiar hand gripped my waist and pulled me back into a hard body. “Now that’s a sound I plan on hearing a lot today,” a deep voice whispered into my hair.
I looked into the mirror in front of me.
And saw Alek’s dark eyes looking back at mine.
January 28th
Aleksandr
Is she alone?
Madame Germaine
Yes.
Aleksandr
Good.
Eva’s breathshook as her eyes met mine in the mirror, her pulse jumping against her neck, practically begging me to rip into her. And I wanted to—God, Iwantedto. But I had one long hour planned with her, thanks to being a controlling investor in the one place she was allowed to go right now, and I planned on using that hour well.
“A-Alek,” she whispered. “Is it really you?”
I scowled, my hand flying to her neck, arching her against me. “Were you expecting someone else, solnyshka? Have you already moved on from me?”
If she found someone new to replace me, if she thought she could fucking get away from me again, then she had no idea what I was capable of. I wasn’t letting her go again.
Ever.
I didn’t care if I had to crawl through the pits of Hell. If Eva went there, so did I.
“No,” she moaned as I bit the tender spot by her collarbone, the monster within me ordering me to mark her, to show her fucking a brother that he could never get rid of me. But as much as I wanted to show the world that Eva was mine, I had a plan to follow. I couldn’t let my barely controlled lust ruin it.
“Good. Because you’re fucking mine. And you better not have forgotten it.”
“I haven’t. I promise.”
Keeping my eyes locked on hers in the mirror, I turned her to face me before my lips attacked her. I fought to kiss every inch of her—her hair, her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, her eyes, her nose, all of it. It was allmine.I licked and sucked and bit her while Eva’s body trembled in my arms.
“Mine,” I growled, thrusting my hard cock into her behind. Her lip gloss smeared on my face, and I relished the taste of it. Of sweet, warm vanilla, of my even sweeter girl. “You are fucking mine.”
I thrust my tongue inside of her mouth, my hand fisting in her hair while the other one tightened around her throat, loving the way her breath stuttered beneath my palm. Loving the way she submitted to my hold on her life.
My mouth devoured her. It was a savage claiming, one that would remind her of how thoroughly I’d ruined her. She belonged to me, and I would be damned if she let that fucking brother of hers try to keep us apart again.
Eva’s hands grabbed onto my shirt, and for a moment, I worried she would push me away. That she’d forgotten my vow to her. But she stood on her toes and pulled me closer, letting me feel her warm body pressed against mine as I ravaged her to ruination.
“Alek,” she breathed as I attacked her collarbone with hot, wet kisses that were sure to leave a mark from my teeth. “Alek… stop…”
“No.”
“We don’t have much time, Alek… If he catches you, he’ll kill you.”
I pulled back and stared into her chocolate eyes. “I was dead the moment he shot that bullet at you. I won’t fucking live without you, Evangeline. Iwon’t.” I slid my hand beneath her shirt and pinched her hardened nipple, loving the sound of her cries filling the practice studio. “Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. Your fuckingsoulis mine to take. Don’t you dare try to push me away again.”
