AllFreeNovel
Share Us
But Aleksei is quicker and catapults onto the mattress, pinning me down.
Images of wild animal documentaries invade my thoughts as I suddenly feel like a gazelle being taken down by a lion. Aleksei holds me down with little effort, but I struggle against him all the same.
“Get off!” I bellow, thrashing wildly, but he’s bound my wrists above my head.
“Shh,” he coos, his heavy weight on top of me making it hard to breathe. “Don’t fight it.”
It?Does he actually think I feel an iota of attraction toward him? It’s time I made my feelings very clear.
“Make no mistake. I will always fight you,” I cry, attempting to buck him off. “I won’t submit to you. Ever.”
My response seems to amuse him as he laughs loudly. “We will see, ?????.”
“Don’tcall me that,” I grit out between clenched teeth, glaring at him.
“I thought you liked it,” he replies, looping his leg around mine to stop me from kneeing him in the balls.
“You know nothing about me.” Being this close allows me to take this monster in.
His dark brown hair has flicked forward, and the soft strands brush my forehead. His deep blue eyes would be a hypnotic color if not for the fact they belong to a murderer. His clean-shaven face exposes his sharp features and emphasizes the fullness of his pink lips. I turn my cheek to escape his suffocating sandalwood scent.
The rebellion just turns him on further because I can feel his hard-on pressing into me. It makes me want to vomit.
“You’re right. I don’t. But I want to change that.”
“Why me?” I beseech for him to shed light on why I’m so special. He’s rich, some would even say he’s good looking, and he oozes power. He could have a million other women, women who would be more than willing to be at his disposal, but he’s chosen to torment me.
“Because…” He lowers his lips to my cheek as I freeze in horror. “I haven’t been challenged in a very long time.”
He places a chaste kiss on my cheek before trailing to my lips. I thrash my head from side to side, but he grips my chin firmly, preventing me from moving an inch. I glower at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly. His attention drifts to where my breasts are exposed thanks to the low neckline of my dress. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip.
“And you challenge me. I like it because I can’t wait to see you break.”
“Fuck…you,” I pant between pursed lips as he maintains his punishing grip on my face.
He chuckles hoarsely once again before licking the seam of my mouth.
Tears of anger sting because I can’t do a damn thing, but the scissors in the waistband of my underwear reveal that isn’t exactly true. Fighting seems to get Aleksei off, but what if I didn’t? What if I was the docile submissive he wanted?
My body protests at the thought, as surrendering to this asshole is complete blasphemy, but it’s the only way I can get him to lower his guard and catch him unaware. So I detach myself from my body and stop fighting, allowing him to slip his tongue past my slack lips.
The urge to gag or bite down overwhelms me, but I stare up at the ceiling, biding my time. Aleksei doesn’t seem to notice or care and groans into my mouth, driving his hips into me. Everything about this feels so wrong, but when his grip on my wrist slackens, I quash down my uneasiness and focus on breaking free.
My flaccid lips allow Aleksei to molest my mouth any way he likes. Yet the way he bites, licks, and suckles me is in no way pleasurable for me. My stomach roils, but I remain still, thinking of anything other than being trapped under him.
A string of Russian leaves Aleksei as he rolls his hips and nudges me with his monster hard-on. I need to speed things up because I can’t stay this way for much longer. So I arch into him, pressing my breasts into his chest.
Your looks are used for evil…
My mother’s words spur me on because that evil has him releasing my wrists to grope me. Now that my arms are free, I slowly place them beside me, using my left hand to subtly lift my hem. Aleksei’s grip on my chin never wavers because he knows it’s hurting me. The pain gets him off. Just as being in control does.
But when he lowers his head to tongue the top of my breasts, the roles are reversed, and I’m the one in control. I lunge for the scissors and press them into his throat in lightning-quick speed. His head snaps up, but I only dig the scissors in deeper, daring him to move an inch.
I’ve caught him off guard, just as I did with Saint once upon a time, but unlike then, I want to end this bastard’s miserable life.
“I’m impressed,” he says smoothly, eyeing me closely as he raises his hands in surrender. “But give me the scissors before you hurt yourself.”
That arrogant asshole. “You’re in no position to be making demands.” To emphasize my point, I nudge the scissors in deeper. But the thought of following through suddenly makes me feel nauseous. “Get off me.”
