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“Need and want are two different things, love. Never confuse them.”
Where there’s smoke there’s fire, and good lord, was he smokin’.
He had a face that would make angels weep and gods go to war. Sharp, chiseled features highlighted by golden skin spoke of faraway, sunny beaches.
Warning! Content is extremely arousing.
“Everyone starts somewhere,” he reminded me. “Even small stuff is important. Gandhi started somewhere.”
There are some places you walk into and immediately feel at home in, as though it had been waiting for you to show up all your life.
“Only you could kiss Prince Alexander and not know it,”
“You could be,” Alexander said. “I can see it in your eyes: the desire to be commanded and taken. You’ll enjoy it when I fuck you.”
“Because your entire building will be surrounded by the morning, and I’m not interested in sex, Clara. I want to explore you. I want to rip those clothes off of you and take you to bed. I’m going to fuck you until it hurts, and I want to hear you beg me to do it.”
Beans and toast will feed you, but you can’t pretend it’s a steak.”
The thing no one admits is that we don’t give up our childish fantasies, we just accept they’re out of our reach.
“I thought perhaps you’d come to your senses.” My body responded to the rasp in his voice, blocking my ability to appreciate Alexander’s warning. “Have you come to yours?” “You’re not the dangerous one.” He stepped closer to me, and I drew in a sharp breath of anticipation. “Maybe I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I answered, not missing a beat. “I guess I’ll have to strip you and find out,”
“Your body was made to fuck, Clara. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Do I do this to you?” he asked, fucking me slowly with his fingers. I nodded. “Say it, Clara.” “Yes.” “Yes, what? What do I do to you?” “You make me wet,” I moaned. “Good girl,”
That’s what I loved about London—the old and the new clashing one moment and merging into something organic the next. Few cities in the world had managed to maintain their history while innovating the way this one had, and everything about this place seemed different from this vantage point.
“But then I’m going to have my way with you.” A shiver raced up my spine. “Promise?” “I promise that you’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon screaming my name.”
“You want to submit to me. You want me to tell you what to do with that sweet little mouth. The way your body responds to mine. It wants to be controlled. Dominated. You want to be dominated. You’re so incredibly strong, Clara.” Alexander trailed a finger across my belly and my core clenched. “But you need to lose control. You want to.”
“Most guys don’t bother thinking at all, let alone texting you repeatedly.”
“I want to show you that I can protect you while showing you the heights of pleasure you’ve never known.”
“Remember to take chances with it,” Jane said as she saw me to the door. “Otherwise, what’s the point of having one?”
Could I follow him into the darkness to save him? I wasn’t sure.
“You are my beautiful, Clara. That’s why I want to protect you from the world. That’s why I want to protect you from me.”
“I’m not scared of being with you, X. I’m only scared of being pushed away.”
“And can I break you?” I murmured, stroking my hand down his face. He sighed and shook his head. “I’m already broken.” “Then maybe I can fix you.”
“Why wait for the sun to come out from the clouds when you can turn on the light?”
“I’m not leaving you,” he said in a soft voice. “I never wanted perfection. I wanted you.”
Not eating was something I chose. Maybe because of the awful things he said about my body. Maybe because subconsciously I desperately needed to control something.
my struggle too
“Such clever fingers. I hate when they aren’t intertwined with mine, unless they’re on my cock, of course.”
Alexander’s hands slid from my rear to my thighs, and he urged them slowly open. Dropping lower, his face nestled against the tender inner flesh. “I suppose it would be too much to ask to be buried here?”
“Prince Charming, huh?” I raised my eyebrows. “I don’t remember him having a dirty mouth and an insatiable sex drive.”
“Why else would you choose to spend time with these people? They’re like the Royal Brat Pack.” “I have my reasons,” he said with a shrug, not offering to elaborate on what they were. “And they need me to up their cool factor. Somewhere along the line, they got the idea that hanging out with a black guy meant they weren’t just entitled wankers.”
“You’ve got such a greedy cunt. All I want to do is fuck it. Fuck it hard. Fuck it slow. I want the absence of my cock in your pretty little cunt to feel abnormal. It belongs to me, and I’m going to take care of it as often as I can.”
“You are my religion, Clara Bishop. Sacred. Lovely. I want to worship you.”
“Everything I say to you is a promise.”
“After tonight, she’ll know who she’s up against. You’re a badass, Clara Bishop.”
I was limp under his domination, clay to be molded for his pleasure, knowing that when I gave myself to him, I’d experience more pleasure than I could have ever imagined.
“Why don’t you see the monster when you look at me?” he asked. “Everyone else does.”
No wonder he had such insane ideas about marriage. He didn’t even view women as people.
I succumbed to darkness as pain pulled me under. I had trusted him, I had given myself to him, and he’d destroyed me. Just like he told me he would.
How could I explain to Belle that I still felt Alexander’s hold on me like the tug of an invisible string? I was bound to him, even as each passing second frayed the edge of that connection. Now all I wanted was to sever it and break free of him.
We’d spent yesterday in bed, only leaving to feed ourselves before returning back to each other’s bodies. But even as we laughed and lived and touched one another, I forced myself to make a thousand silent goodbyes.
