Chapter 17
When I woke up the next morning, I expected it to be cold. It was the middle of winter, and my apartment’s heater was almost always struggling to keep it above freezing.
And yet when I stirred from my dream-filled sleep to the dim sunlight of morning, I was warm. It felt like a warm blanket had been draped over my body, curling around my back. I sighed happily and snuggled in deeper.
Only to find that my blanket wasn't soft fabric but the hard, toned skin of a sleeping man.
My eyes shot open as memories from the previous night flooded my mind. The tender spot between my legs throbbed in a dull ache, and my bladder burned with the need to pee.
Alek was sleeping with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. My body was tucked into his very muscular chest, and our legs tangled together beneath the luxurious sheets. A tanned arm pressed into my stomach, making my desire to go to the bathroom much worse.
I angled my head to find Alek’s mouth slightly opened, his hair strewn messily across the pillow.
He was quite cute in the mornings, though, to be fair, he was cute all of the time.
But there was this softness about him that didn’t exist when he was awake, a light limning his darkness.
I wished I could run my hands along his face, savoring the smooth lines.
But considering he was pinning me in place, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Eva,” Alek mumbled before beginning to lightly snore.
Oh my god. That is adorable.
I wanted to wake up like this every day—his body cuddling mine, my name on his lips, my pussy sore from our lovemaking. My heart was so full from the overflowing tenderness. I’d only known him for a little over a month, yet I wanted him for a lifetime.
Was I going crazy? Or was I falling in love?
I smiled to myself and snuggled deeper into the spooning position, reveling in the way his arm seemed to subconsciously tighten around me in his sleep like he couldn’t get enough of me.
Well, until I needed to pee. Like right now.
I attempted to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use. Alek was six and a half feet of pure muscle. His arms were jacked, the veins bulging at the surface even in the throes of sleep. In another life, he might have been a world-famous athlete or a knight of the realm.
But in this life, he was mine.
Still, Alek was strong, even when unconscious, which normally would have turned me on, but now frustrated me endlessly. I tried to lift him off of me, but he didn’t even budge an inch.
I cannot be that weak, I thought, though I kept proving myself wrong the more I tried.
“Alek,” I hissed, but he continued to snore. “Alek!”
Nothing.
I huffed with annoyance until an idea popped into my head, one that made the corners of my lips turn upward.
I shimmied up, so I was face-to-face with him before laying a soft kiss on his lips. There. That'll interrupt his snoring and wake him—
Except I wasn’t planning on Alek suddenly shifting us, so I was underneath him, my face pressed into the pillows while his mouth hungrily devoured my neck.
"Mmm," he moaned in between kisses. The sound made shivers tingle down my spine as a familiar warmth returned to my body.
I didn’t even realize my body was moving against his until I felt him move back, his hard member grinding into my ass. I arched into him, gasping for air while he harshly bit at me, the pain overloading all of my senses.
“Good morning, solnyshka. This is quite a way to wake up.”
I moaned while he thrust into me, teasing me ruthlessly.
At some point in the night, he must have dressed me in a t-shirt, slipping into boxers that didn’t conceal his length.
And since my panties were somewhere across the room, I was currently drenching his bed, my thighs becoming slick with want.
But I was too turned on to be embarrassed.
And anyway, Alek probably liked it, knowing him.
His cock nudged at my entrance. A thin layer of fabric was the only thing keeping him from slipping into me again. Despite my earlier soreness, I craved feeling him fill me up, his cock thrusting inside of me while his mouth bit me everywhere he could.
God, it felt so good. He felt so good. The feelings Alek brought out of me made me wild, turning my brain into a pile of mush that only wanted more.
“A-Alek.”
He chuckled. The sound was hoarse from sleep, and yet it was somehow sexier. The vibrations of it traveled down my spine to my dripping pussy. “Yes, Eva? Is there something I can help you with?” he teased while his hands traveled up to my aching breasts.
“I need you. Right now,” I breathed. I needed to be filled. I needed to feel him inside of me again. Once wasn’t enough.
Alek grabbed onto my wrists with his hands and held them above my head.
He left my body for a second before returning with a tie and a smirk.
Before I could ask what that was for, Alek wrapped the tie around my wrists and bound me to his headboard.
I tried to pull back, but the tie kept me in place.
I wriggled my fingers, but Alek had done his job well. I couldn’t move.
A whimper slipped past my lips as I realized I was completely trapped. I was at Alek’s mercy, and that thought both thrilled and exhilarated me.
“You’re going to take what I give you like a good girl, huh, Eva?
” Alek cooed into my ear, biting the lobe and eliciting another gasp.
He grabbed my hips and propped them up with a pillow, making my back naturally arch.
The position felt unnatural at first, but I settled into it, accepting my fate.
Wishing I could look into his eyes, but being all the more excited at the possibilities to come, at the sound of fabric rustling, yet not knowing when he would enter me.
“Y-yes.”
“You’re going to let me smack that ass while I take care of you?” He rocked into my core, and I felt his bare cock brush against my folds.
I moaned, my legs buckling. The tie was the only thing keeping me in place, the only thing preventing me from rocking my hips backward so he would finally be inside of me. "Yes, sir."
"Fuck, I love that.”
And then he was pushing into me, this position unlocking a whole new feeling inside of me.
I cried out in ecstasy, my fingers clenching around the headboard.
He was seated so deeply inside of me that when he thrust, I felt it in my stomach.
Thanks to my birth control pills that Jules miraculously let me get to manage my cycle, I was able to feel every part of him against every part of me.
“Your pussy feels so good, baby,” Alek groaned, thrusting even deeper.
One of his hands dug into my hair and wrenched my neck upward. My body was bent and twisted so much I hardly felt like a person, yet I loved it. The way he took control of me, dominating me, owning me, made me so dizzy I could hardly see.
And when Alek’s hand landed on my ass with a loud crack, I almost hurled off the edge of something new and frightening.
“Alek!” I cried, though I wasn’t sure if it was from horror or pleasure. My cheek throbbed with the stinging of his slap, yet a part of me almost liked it. It was another way he was owning me, showing me who I belonged to, rutting me like an animal.
“I’m going to mark every inch of that beautiful body,” Alek said, punctuating his words with a harsh bite to my neck and a pinch to my nipple that made my knees buckle. “Everyone is going to look at my pretty girl on the stage and know you’re fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I tried to say, though I was pretty sure it sounded more like armphg.
Alek chuckled. "I love it when you make those little fucking noises. Let me hear them. Let the whole damn house hear them."
And then he was going faster and faster, one hand alternating between slapping and rubbing my ass while the other pinched my nipples.
His thrusts were brutal, pushing me up the bed until I was forced to use the headboard to brace myself.
His tie rubbed at my wrists, and the assaulting feeling over every sensation drove me closer and closer.
“A-Alek, I can’t… It’s t-too much…”
My brain was beginning to go fuzzy. My toes curled, and my hands flexed involuntarily. Any sense of control I had was destroyed by Alek and the dangerous dance we did together.
“Yes, you fucking can, Eva, and you will. You’re going to come all over my cock, and then I’m going to clean you up and hold you in my arms and kiss all of my marks better.
And we’re going to do this every damn day and night for the rest of our lives, because I’m yours and you’re mine and nothing will change that. ”
"Oh my God, Alek—”
He kissed my spine before reaching forward and pulling my chin back to look into his eyes.
Midnight oceans.
Maybe it was seeing his eyes, the tender feelings in them, despite the violent undercurrent of his movements. Maybe it was the way he quickened his pace, hitting spots inside of me that made me see stars. Or maybe it was the way he whispered, “Come for me, solnyshka. Fall apart against me.”
And I did. I let the darkness consume me until my brain was nothing but mush. My body tingled from the zaps of pleasure while Alek groaned and came inside me in hot spurts of cum, making me come even harder.
When I came to, blinking off the orgasm, Alek was taking a washcloth and cleaning between my thighs, kissing the quivering muscles as he did so.
He gathered me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom, turning on the water to the most luxurious bath I had ever seen.
Like the rest of his house, it was modern yet classy in a way, marble with black veins, all sleek lines.
With dazed eyes, I looked around the giant bathroom—at the matching marble shower, the expensive cologne on the counter, the bedroom beyond—and realized Alek was more than just rich.
He was a billionaire.
Alek stepped into the tub and settled me on top of his lap. The water was warm, but it felt burning against my aching skin, tender from our lovemaking.
He grabbed a container of soap and squirted some onto his hands, lathering it before running his hands all along my body. I couldn’t help but notice the way he pointedly avoided cleaning my pussy.
“My cum stays in you,” he murmured into my ear, kissing my flaming cheeks.
Then, he massaged shampoo into my scalp and conditioner into my ends, taking great care to pull apart any tangles caused by his rough hands. I sniffed the air and frowned. “Is that my shampoo?”
“Yes, solnyshka.”
“Why did you get that? How did you know the right one?”
How are you always so perfect?
Alek grabbed my chin and pulled my face to meet his. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, his tongue slowly entering me before eating me from the inside out. My breath hitched, his softness surprising me.
“Because,” he whispered, “I know your mind well enough to know that you’re thinking of all the reasons you can’t stay here with me. And I want you to run out of them.”
My lips parted, heart thundering in my chest. And before I knew it, we were kissing again, and Alek was pulling me to face him, and his cock was burying inside of me, and everything was right with the world.
I realized I was falling. Hurtling toward something unknown, something terrifying, something that had the power to kill me, to shatter my fragile heart. I had fallen in love with Aleksandr Drakov.
But I trusted him to catch me.