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It was a hard and fast orgasm. A lightning storm in a bottle, twisting all through my body and up into my head. It exploded in the Darkness at the edges of my vision and destroyed the shadowy parts of my memory.
For one bright, shining, frozen moment, I remembered who I was. Willow Avalon, the girl who had been with both Luke and Rome. The girl who had been broken-hearted, in love, and plucked from the Dark all at once.
And as I came, I leaned down and found the meaty part of Alexander's hand, just above the palm, where he was gripping me. Somehow I worked my teeth over it, and when my pussy fluttered and clenched its sweet, powerful release, I bit down.
It felt so good, I couldn't stop. Alexander said, "Fuck," once in my ear in a deep, guttural tone. Like an animal, a feral madness to his voice. But he didn't let go. He kept his hand there on my throat even as I bit him. It was like we were stuck in a death match of who would hurt the other enough that they'd let go. And neither one of us wanted to release. We were both so stubborn.
I hated him and hated that he made me feel so good with his hand and his commands.
Rome and Luke pulled away from me, and I twisted against Alexander as they stood up in unison.
"What's going on?" Luke asked, reaching for Alexander's arm.
Rome held him back and said, "Let them do this. They need to."
"Fuck," Alexander said again, a deeper, more guttural exclamation against my ear as I tasted the copper flood of blood in my mouth. "You bitch. You fucking bitch!"
My pussy was still throbbing and pulsing as he loosened his grip around my waist and let me turn towards him. There were tears in the corner of my eyes as I looked up into his face, at last, my teeth still buried in his flesh and his hand still tight on my throat.
"Let go," he ordered, but I shook my head, causing him to wince with more pain. "Why are you like this? So fucking stubborn?"
I didn't respond, but he suddenly released my neck, and I let go of his hand. We stood staring into each other's eyes, panting and not moving until Rome put his hand on the back of each of our heads and pushed us together.
"Just fucking kiss and get over it," he said, and Luke laughed behind him.
"This tension is going to kill one of you if you don't break it," Luke added.
And so we did. Our mouths crashed together almost violently, and we fought each other for dominance with our tongues.
And fuck. Against my good sense, it was so incredibly sexy. Alexander was maddening and arrogant and seemed to have his entire world figured out, and for some reason, that drove me crazy. I wanted to be the monkey wrench thrown into his perfectly working engine. I wanted to ruin his plans and mess up his world.
I didn't know why, but the thought of it was so overwhelming and hot that I couldn't keep my mind off it. I couldn't help but insert myself into his life and keep him on his toes, always guessing and always desperate for me. Like a man with an addiction, only there would be no cure other than pleasing me.
I wanted to take Alexander and break him the way Crimson Academy wanted to break me, but I wanted to love him, too. I was so conflicted in all the ways he made me feel. If only he would soften and give himself to me.
As we kissed, I dropped my hand to the waist of his dress pants. He was wearing a beautifully tailored suit, like a less formal tuxedo, and the fabric was exquisitely soft and supple between my fingers.
I undid his button and pulled his zipper down as if in slow motion, all the while with my mouth on his and my tongue swirling endlessly against him.
He groaned as I slipped my fingers around his thick shaft. It was surprisingly large, even though I'd felt it through his pants before. In my hands, it was a beast.
I began to pump him with deliberately languid long strokes, up and down, until he was growling against my mouth.
In response, he reached down and yanked my dress up. It got caught on his zipper, but Rome stood close and loosened it for me. Luke was on the other side, watching us intently. The sexual desire rolled off both men, hitting me with pheromones and longing need.
Alexander cupped my pussy in his hand at last, through the fabric of my panties, but with heft and conviction.
"Mine," he growled on my lips. "This fucking belongs to me. Your cunt is mine."
"Mine," I said and squeezed his cock. It twitched in my grasp, and I loved the powerful feeling it gave me. "Your cock, your heart, your soul. All belong to me."
He nodded in agreement, most likely just because I had his dick in my hand, but I would take it.
I stroked him again, faster this time until I felt a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I slid my hand around his knob, played with him, and kissed him until his breathing was ragged and his fingers had slipped into my slick folds.
We played with each other and kissed roughly until we were panting into the other's mouth and hoarse with our wanting.
I began to sag when my knees went weak. Luke and Rome held me up and against Alexander, who was still backed against the stack of tables.
