Page 2 of Toxic Glory


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He grabs the back of my head, rooting his fingers in my hair. Pain skitters over my scalp so suddenly I yelp his name. He smiles mirthlessly, pulling on the strands harder.

“You’re being stubborn,” he says through gritted teeth. “You know what happens when you don’t listen the first time.” He leans down, a hand on either side of me. “You want this.”

Yes, I want it.

Wetness gathers in the corner of my eyes as the pain slices my scalp, blooming at the back of my head. I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gripping my thighs to distract myself from the pain.

“You want it too.” I blink slowly, staring him down. “You love it when I’m like this.”

A familiar wet heat is gathering between my legs, spurred by the thrumming deep in my belly. I feel every one of his words there, pulsing like magma beneath a volcano.

Alex is doing his best to seem unaffected, but the evidence of how he really feels is pressed against my abdomen.

He falls silent, but his eyes say everything he doesn’t. There’s hatred swirling in his ice blue orbs, warring with the familiar look of lust—of love even. His face is so close to mine that his minty breath splays across my cheeks when he exhales.

I lean in to kiss him.

Big mistake.

He yanks me back into place with his grip on my hair. “Here’s how this is going to go.” His voice has fallen to a deathly whisper. “You’re going to do what I tell youthe first time.” He chuckles humorlessly, more to himself than me. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.”

Already, the thread of composure holding him together is starting to fray.

The twitch in his brow, the slight shake in his voice. I know Alex so well that these little things he tries to hide from everyone else have become so obvious to me. Beneath the tension, there’s need simmering.

He needs me to play along with this game, to give him the submission he craves.

But nottoowillingly.

“And if I don’t?”

His eyes widen slightly. “Oh, Alize,” he whispers disapprovingly, though the slides of his mouth are turned up in a sadistic smile. “You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

That’s all the warning I get.

Alex grabs me by the base of my throat, twisting me to force my face into the wall.

I hit the fabric-covered wall with a dull thud while his other hand rips the zipper of my dress open. I try to fight my way out of his grip but he’s too strong—his hold on me is unforgiving, the breath slipping out of me with each passing second.

When I’m out of the dress and in nothing but my underwear, Alexander buries my face in the plethora of soft pillows. A rough yank has my ass hiked up to his front. I feel the hard length of him against my ass cheeks, even through his slacks.

My pussy throbs traitorously. “This is what you deserve,” he says, gripping the corner of my underwear. He yanks it so sharply that the fabric rips. The elastic bites my skin, leaving a pulsing trail of pain along my hips.

The bed swallows my shout.

The room fills with the sounds of him undoing his buckle. He’s preoccupied with it for a few seconds, long enough that his grip on my neck loosens. That’s all I need.

I rear up, twisting away from him. I slip out of his reach for long enough to scramble to the edge of the bed. My heart is beating a million miles a minute and I’m breathless—my body is hot in all my sensitive places and cold everywhere else.

The fire in Alex’s eyes burns brighter, and for a moment he just…considers me.

Yes, I’m disobeying him.

But the thrill of it—the rush? I’m so wet my thighs are damp. The fear twisting my stomach melds with the lust clouding my thoughts, turning every sensation into a live wire.

The soft sheets on my skin, the cool air blowing from the vents, even Alexander’s heated gaze—all of it has me wound so tight I think I might explode.

His huge girth juts out from his unzipped slacks, wrapped with bulging veins and looking just as angry as he is. When I tear my eyes away from it, he’s glowering. His patience is thinning.

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