Alpha (Alpha, #1)

by Jasinda Wilder

“Sex is the clinical term, the context-less word for the act. It means nothing else, holds no meaning or importance beyond the mere physical act of engaging in sexual intercourse. Making love is…well, obviously it’s about love. It’s about the expression of the way you feel about someone. Fucking is…I guess I think about it as something crude. Rough and empty of emotion. Hard and fast. Although I guess it doesn’t have to be rough or hard, just…devoid of emotional exchange.

God, the library. It was a dream, that library. It looked like nothing so much as the decadent extravagance from Beauty and the Beast:

They really haven't established thatKyrielikes to read, yeah she's in college but this is kind of a bit of a reach for her to have this reaction to a library.

“His quarters. The door is always locked, and that is the only area that is off-limits to you,”

Like the west wing in beauty and the beast...just sayin'.

I wasn’t a prude,

We get it, its only like the fourth time you've said that

Find out if you really truly want me to stop. Or if you’re merely afraid of liking something new.”

Okay, this sounds a lot like coercion to me. It sounds more and more like he wants a BDSM relationship with her, when he told her that's not what he is looking for....so why collect her in the first place? They say she can leave whenever she wants...but she'd return to destitute. Her money would run out, she'd be evicted, her mother would go into a state ward, probably both her and her brother would be out of college...but yeah, she could go back to that. Or stay in a exorbitant penthouse in Manhattan and treated to anything she wanted if she agreed to play nice little slave girl to a rich man who probably doesn't know how else to get a girlfriend.

You’re scared, but you want this.

You think she wants this...and you're forcing her into it. I mean it's not something she'd naturally ask for.

“Good.” A brief pause. “Do you trust me?” “I’m trying. I’m getting there.”

Why should she trust him? Does she really have an option at this point? I mean it's either trust him or go live in the slums of Detroit and disappoint your family.

I will push your boundaries, push you beyond what you think you’re comfortable with, but not so fast that your fears take over.”

In other words, it doesn't matter if you say no...I will make you change your mind to get what I want.

I wasn’t a prude;

Yet again, what is this her catch phrase?

It is a truth I’m giving you, and for a man as…reclusively private as I am, that is no small gift.”

“You’re tense again. Relax, Kyrie. I won’t hurt you. Surely you know at least this much by now.”

Yet you smacked her ass a minute ago without her permission.

“You’re still scared, Kyrie? Don’t you want to feel my lips on your skin? I know you do. You want it. You’re afraid to want it. You’re afraid to give in to me. But you want to, just as much.

Or your little slave not slave isn't ready yet

“And…and what do you want?” I was trying so hard to stay calm, and failing miserably.

Its not that hard to figure out...

“What will I want from you? Just your moans, Kyrie. Just the flush on your perfect skin. Nothing but that.”

This man is pissing me off...its bdsm parading as romance...

“In your life, at this time, those two words could be considered synonymous.”

Couldn't Be more cocky could he?

It was acknowledging his control, his power over me, and we both knew it.

So...his control...begging. He knows she doesn't want to but is forcing her...right? Doesn't Sound very consensual....

I wanted you to be a rich arrogant asshole.

He is

Right now I’m going to torture you, just a bit. Nothing painful, mind you. Just a bit of…teasing.”

But this isn't a bdsm relationship....you're not like that Mr. Roth. I still don't think she's really ready for it either.

Not tight, just a scrap of lace around your wrists.

Cover of the book?

“I’m embarrassed, Roth. He watched me take off my underwear. You sniffed them. It was horrible.”

Just another thing she didn't want to do, but did because he ordered her to...what ever happened to her being able to tell you no?

“He won’t see anything except my hand under your dress. You’re completely covered, Kyrie.” “But he’ll know what you’re doing.” “Exactly.”

She is tellingyou she doesnt want to do this!!!! No should mean nok Roth.

I smiled at him and shrugged. “Turnabout is fair play? You made me come in front of Marco. You think that wasn’t embarrassing?” “It’s different,” he said.

Only because it was her and not you...hypocritical jerk.

In that moment, I knew I would do almost anything he asked of me. And I was okay with that, because I knew he wouldn’t ask me to do anything I wouldn’t want, wouldn’t enjoy.

Except he did make you take off your underwear and make you come while the guy in the next car watched, when you clearly told him you didn't want to. And that JUST happened!!!

started, but I was cut off by a sharp smack, the impact of his hand on my ass a loud, resounding clap.

You said you didn't wt th kind of relationship Roth...how is this any different than what Steven likes?

“You have a place in Turks and Caicos?” I asked.

Of course he does.

“No worries on that score, Kyrie. I might fuck you in a public place, but never in such a way that you’d be embarrassed. Just enough to make it…risky, and thus all the more exciting.”

You did in the car earlier....

It was an intentional decision to trust him, to let him dominate me, own me, control me.

He already had that before this...

but I was young and arrogant

You're still arrogant...

“I’m letting you leave, Kyrie.

(eyes rolling)…how kind...

He smirked, a hard curve of his lush lips. “Because you can’t. I own you.”

As I said....arrogant prick...

But he…I’m not gonna call it seduction, because that implies a sense of underhandedness or something.

I'd call it manipulation....

“Sometimes…I think sometimes, Key, there is no right thing. There’s just…the best thing. The only thing.

“This is what you want. Give yourself permission to have it.”