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“It’s quite the contrary, sweetheart,” he says in a syrupy tone. “You owe me your life now, even more than before. We’re engaged now. There’s no escaping me.”
He takes a step forward. I step back.
He’s trying to corner me, the way he always does, but I won’t let him. I move to stand parallel to him, intent on making it to the exit of the tiny outdoor structure.
Alexander blocks my way with his huge body.
“You’re fucking pathetic, setting this whole thing up,” I hiss. “You couldn’t get a woman to stay with you any other way, huh? So you fuckingtrapme?”
My words find their target.
All the rage I’ve been feeling, I see it bleeding into his expression. It’s in his eyes, the sharpness of his lips, the way his eyebrows bunch together. Alexander clenches his teeth.
His hands fly out to grip my face. I jerk back, but not quick enough to evade his touch. His hands are rough against my skin, and he hauls me forward until our bodies are pressed together.
“Is that really what you think, Alize?” His voice is a low whisper. “That I would have to fucking trap you to make me you mine?”
Alexander moves one hand to grip my waist, shifting the other to squeeze the front of my neck. I grit my teeth, even as the pain blossoms in my throat. It’s intimate, all of this—the pain, the closeness, the chaotic emotions.
I suck in a breath, my eyes fluttering closed as I try to get a hold of my heartbeat.
“Don’t disappear into your mind now, sweetheart,” he commands. “Stay here with me.”
My eyes fly open, just in time to see—andfeel—him pull my face in and capture my mouth with his.
This kiss steals the air from my lungs. His lips are soft but punishing—like an iron fist wrapped in crushed velvet. It is fierce and fiery, his teeth sliding over my lips before coaxing them open with his slick tongue. For a moment I struggle, but his grip tightens.
And when his tongue meets mine, I melt into him.
Against my sensibilities. Against all the anger roiling in my chest. Against everything I know I should do. I kiss Alexander back…and I like it.
He tastes different. Harsher, like whiskey and cigarettes. His movements aren’t as composed as I remember either. Instead, it feels like he’s devouring me—like he’s trying hard to hold on to the vestiges of his control. Pain blooms in my mouth and along my skin where his hands find purchase.
The pleasure coursing through me afterwards feels like a reward.
I wrap my hands around his neck, and he moves us backwards, toward one of the thick columns of the gazebo. His mouth moves against mine, our tongues warring. I sink my teeth into his tongue as it slides along my bottom lip. A breathy growl leaves him, rumbling through my own chest.
My heartbeat moves lower, dipping between my legs and the rest of the sensations melt away, becoming a backdrop for the heat gathering in my belly. I’ve spent the past two days fighting this feeling, the memories of him.
The memories of what he did to me.
That’s what shatters the haze of lust pulling me under.
I squirm, shifting my head away from his, just enough that his lips are pressed against my cheek. There’s not much further I can go, though. He’s like a wall, and I’m trapped in a corner, at his mercy. I wrestle my hands free from between us.
I should stab him.
“What’s the matter, Al?” His warm breath splays over my cheek, raising goosebumps. There’s a challenge in his voice. “You can’t resist me forever.”
“Oh, but I will.”
Alexander chuckles like a fiend.
He shifts his weight, using his hard frame to keep me in place while he frees one of his hands from around my waist. His arousal is pressed into my stomach, hard and unforgiving. His fingers trail along my leg—the one without the holster, thankfully—inching closer toward the inferno at the junction of my thighs.
“No,” I hiss, but my heart-rate picks up.
The warm pads of his fingers are slightly rough, creating a satisfying friction as he slides them along the inside of my thighs. A shuddering breath shakes my chest. Those fingers have brought me to earth-shattering release more times than I can remember.
