Chapter 30 #2
Alek pulled me closer and bit my neck harshly, a mirror to the bright red hickey. I gasped, my back arching into his.
“Have you forgotten that you’re mine? That every inch of your body fucking belongs to me? These lips are mine to kiss and suck. This neck is mine to bite and choke. These tits are mine to pinch and squeeze. And this pussy is mine to fuck however I want.”
He snarled, already ripping at my dress, hands holding me hard enough to bruise. He quickly undid my pointe shoes, tossing them across the stage. Fabric tore, and the cold air from the theater instantly filled my body as he destroyed the rest of my clothing, including my underwear.
A distant part of me knew that the costumer would be even more furious than before at my ruined dress, but an even bigger part of me didn’t care. I didn’t like it anyway. It didn’t feel right for Juliet, for me.
And anyway, it was in his way.
“This cunt,” Alek growled, shoving two of his fingers inside of me and curling them against my G-spot, “is mine. And if you ever think about letting someone get that close to it again, I will show that miserable soul why they call me the Reaper.”
“Alek,” I hummed, letting his fingers work their magic inside of me. It was a slow, torturous rhythm, one that made me forget whether this was a punishment or not. Every touch felt like a gift. I wanted more, more, more.
“Alek, I didn’t want him… It was for the show. I pretended it was you.”
He stilled inside of me. I whimpered when his fingers exited me, the emptiness in me even more apparent. I felt hollow without him, like I would never be truly filled until I had a taste of him again.
“You did?”
I nodded, my breath shaky. When he got this look in his eyes—the hungry one, like he was about to eat me alive—he was hard to predict. Would he slam me against the ground and thrust into me from behind? Or would he gather me in his arms before making slow, tender love to me?
Or would he do both?
“Such a good girl.” His gaze studied me with a dark lust that made my pussy tingle, his touch soft where his eyes were not. “My Evangeline.”
He cupped my neck with his large hand, and my fingers found his hair to anchor myself in the dark strands. The veins popped out in his tanned forearms as he studied me with fascination, completely enraptured while his thumb stroked my quivering pulse.
“My pretty, pretty girl,” Alek murmured, almost as if in a trance.
Then, he blinked, and the hardness was back, his dark irises filled with embers of a fire that constantly burned inside of him.
“My pretty, pretty girl,” he said again before squeezing my throat. I coughed as my vision went black around the edges, though instead of asking him to stop it, I sank into the feeling. Into the pleasure that came with losing control to him.
Every thought exited my mind, even the ones of the unbearable heat between my thighs coupled with the dripping wetness soaking the skin. All I could think about was air. I needed air.
No. I needed him. Only him.
Alek was the air I breathed. He was my life, not oxygen or dancing or anything else.
It was only ever Alek.
“You were made for me,” Alek said as he released my throat, keeping his grip on my neck but letting me catch my breath.
I barely had time to prepare myself before he was reaching behind me and cupping my ass, lifting me in the air, and sheathing himself inside of me.
“Oh,” I moaned, tipping my head back and letting the pleasure run through me. But unlike his fingers earlier, Alek’s thrusts were now brutal, each one meant to punish me for kissing another man.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the savagery, some carnal part of me enjoying being fucked like I was just an object to him. Like I was a possession.
Like I was his.
The scent of my arousal filled the air, but Alek did not stop to savor it. He pushed harder and harder, breaking me apart with his cock and putting me back together with every squeeze of his hand on my throat.
He slammed his lips against mine, and I moaned against him.
His tongue pressed into me, licking my mouth, dominating my tongue, fucking me even harder than his cock.
This was too much. Every sensation brought me to an edge whose cliff became higher every time we fucked.
I chased the sensation, letting myself succumb to this pas de deux of pleasure.
His eyes were hooded as he pulled back, lips swollen from our kisses.
My saliva and lip gloss were smeared on his face, but Alek didn’t wipe it off, instead savoring the sight of my essence over him.
Small, erotic grunts slipped past his lips as he thrust, each one sounding more and more like my name.
“Eva. Eva. Eva.”
I felt like I was going insane, like any moment my heart would crack open, and he would see the way his name was signed in permanent ink. But if I was going to sign myself over to anyone, I was glad it was Alek.
Alek squeezed my neck one more time, and as soon as the air left my body, I fell over an edge of pleasure into a pit made of an entirely different feeling.
Love.
All I could think about as the orgasm overtook me was how desperately in love with him I was.
Alek roared before spilling into me, and my pussy greedily drank every drop, loving the feeling of him coating me from the inside, claiming me.
“Mine,” he murmured as his chest heaved. “Mine.”
I lifted one hand from his hair and pushed a dark strand out of his eyes before kissing his sweat-covered forehead. “Yours,” I said with a soft smile. “I am all yours, Aleksandr Drakov.”
Alek exhaled once before he whispered, “I love you, Evangeline.”
My heart stopped and restarted in my chest, the absence of a beat making my whole body clench around him. “W-what?”
His cock slipped out of me. Alek set me gently onto my feet, careful of my tender toes. He had spent many days after rehearsal massaging my bleeding and sore feet, an unfortunate side effect of putting them through hell in the name of ballet.
Alek kissed me once, saying against my lips, “I love you, Evangeline. I never thought I could love anyone, yet you walked into my life, proving me wrong with your pink ribbons and bright smile. I’m so glad you ran into me and stole my scarf.”
“Hey! You said I could keep that.” I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck. “But I love you too, Alek.”
I felt like I was flying, like I was floating amongst the stars, thanking them for all of my dreams coming true.
Well, almost all of them.
We still had to sway Jules, but Alek reassured me daily that he had a plan that needed time to work properly.
He promised me that he wouldn’t hurt my brother, so all I had to do was trust him and hope that things worked out.
In the meantime, I enjoyed getting to know him—both emotionally and physically.
Alek helped me get dressed in my costume, eyeing the broken straps on the pale gray dress meant to be my nightgown for the balcony scene. “You look much better in pink, anyway. I’ll speak to the costume department.”
I thanked him profusely for that because, honestly, the woman scared me more than Madame Germaine. At least Madame Germaine didn’t have pushpins that she stuck into me to make me a human hedgehog.
He tucked my panties into his suit pocket and rolled my tights up my body, smirking at the cum drying on my thighs. He kissed my shaking legs. “I love you.”
And because I was a glutton for those words on his lips, I slipped on the torn dress and leaned forward, smiling against him. “Say it again.”
“I love you.” Alek tugged me onto his lap and ran his hands through my hair.
“Again.”
“I love you.” He tilted my head up, and his warm breath skated across my lips.
“Again,” I whispered, my voice much softer now.
“I love you.” And then he pressed his lips to me, kissing me slowly, tenderly, while whispering, “I love you, Evangeline. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Al—”
But before I could finish and kiss him again, a strong arm was pulling me back into a furious body.
Alek rose, enraged, his fists already clenched and his hand pulling out his gun, pausing when he realized who he was pointing it at.
Jules.
My brother held me tight to his body, and I felt all of the blood leaving my flushed face.
“Jules,” I whispered, trying to fight his grip but stopping when his brown eyes flashed to mine, his dark anger more than evident.
“I fucking told you to stay away from him,” he hissed. Shame filled me from head to toe, but, surprisingly, not shame for disobeying him. No, it was shame for not telling him sooner. Shame for not realizing that I could never hide my love for Alek, not truly.
“Jules, I can’t. You know I—”
“No, Evangeline, I don’t feel like I know you very well at all.” He turned to Alek, and his anger became murderous.
But Alek didn’t back down from the challenge, instead squaring his shoulders and bringing himself to his full height. His jaw was hard, and his eyes were darker than the universe. All traces of the gentle man I knew were gone.
If Jules was murderous, then Alek was the coldness of Death in the flesh, ready to destroy the world for taking away his light.
I longed to run to him, to tell him that I wanted to pick him, not my brother, but Jules held me tight.
“And you,” Jules seethed. “You should be fucking ashamed of yourself. Your fight has always been and will always be with me. Filling a young girl’s head with lies and nonsense as part of your fucked up game is despicable.
The knowledge that my little sister will be safe from your poison will warm me until I am rotting in my grave. ”
“That day will be much sooner than you think if you don’t fucking unhand her,” Alek snarled. His eyes flashed to me, and they softened a bit. “Evangeline. What do you want?”
This was it.
This was my chance to prove to Jules what I really wanted, to voice the conflict that had been in my heart for weeks.
It would have been so easy. Jules. I want to be with Alek. That was all I had to say.
But when I looked up at my big brother, at the man who would do anything to protect me, I froze. My love for Alek was strong, so strong, but was it enough to sway him?
Was I enough?
My self-doubt cost me dearly. Jules smiled smugly as Alek’s face shuttered. My heart broke at the dejection written there, but before I could correct myself, Jules slung me over his shoulder and carried me out of the theater without saying a word.
“I hope you enjoyed your freedom, Evangeline,” my brother said as he took me to his car parked in front of the curb. “Because it’s all gone.”
But I said nothing, because all I could think about was the look on Alek’s face and the horrible knowledge that I was the first girl he’d ever allowed himself to love.
The first girl he opened his heart to, ever since it shattered at the death of his sister.
The first person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with.
And like everything else, I ruined it.