Viktor(55)

“It’s not a lie,” she murmurs, her breaths coming out in short gasps.

“You only say that because my hand is around your throat,” I say, dipping my finger into her pussy. She gasps out loud as I go deep and swirl around inside her. “Because I own this pussy.”

“Fuck …” she moans.

I groan and then pull away, releasing her from my grip entirely. A confused Alexis turns around and props herself against the windowsill, her eyes pleading with me as I walk backward. My cock is hard, but my desire to know where we stand is much more urgent. Her legs draw together, and she clutches her body as another draft enters through the window, her nipples peaking from the cold.

I can’t help biting my lip as I watch her become befuddled while I sit down on the chair on the opposite end of the room.

“Go on then …” I say, rubbing my bottom lip with my index finger. “Carry on with the little show you had going in my workroom.”

She stares at me for a few seconds before leaning back. Her eyes glance over her shoulder to the opened window. I wonder if she’s thinking what I’m thinking. If she’s hesitating … Trying to decide whether to run or stay … If she wants me more than her freedom.

But then her eyes settle on me as I zip down my pants and pull out my cock.

There’s a gleam of desire in her eyes … one that makes me grab a hold of the base and say, “You want this? You can have it … after you show me you really want it.”





***





Alexis





Within a second, I know I’ve made my choice.

I looked over the edge of the window, setting my sights on freedom, but when it came within grasp, I realized I want something else more than my freedom. Him.

I want him.

As much as I hate to admit it, I do fucking want him. I hate that he gets me so wound up, so fucking turned on that I can’t think of anything else but his fingers in my panties and his cock against my ass. God, I could feel it all … and I wanted more. I want it all. Every fucking day.

And that … pisses me off more than anything else.

I don’t want to want him, but I have no say in the matter either.

My body had already decided before my mind had a chance to say no. He’s rugged and tough but broken and lovable at the same time. He’s like a fucking gift wrapped in a scar.

And still, it’s the only thing he sees.

He’s right when he said I was scared. It’s a new thing for me. I never get scared. But this time … when he followed me … I was scared. Scared of the look in his eyes when I knew he really wasn’t gonna let me go.

I felt trapped. Trapped by his need. Trapped by my own desires. Trapped by his fingers wrapping around my throat so tightly I can barely breathe. And I fucking loved it.

I know, I’m insane, but it gave me such a high.

All my life, I have fought—fought to live, fought to survive. I’ve never been in the position where I could surrender to anyone because I couldn’t trust him because I could never let go. But with him, I can.

He has the power to bring me to my knees.

I still feel him on my body, his touch lingering on my abdomen, inside my panties … on my very fucking pussy. I feel it all, and it makes me gasp the moment my hand retraces all his steps. The wicked glimmer in his eyes sets me on fire as I bring my hand down between my legs and spread open wide.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his grip on his cock still firm, demanding my attention.

This is what he wants.

For me to show him how much I really want him … to prove to him that I meant what I said.

And even though he kept the truth from me, I can’t deny I want him just as badly. Maybe I’m stupid, insane, but I can’t deny what I feel. That’s why I hate him so much … I hate him for what he does to me. That he’s changed me, irrevocably.

He made me want a man.

Not the beast. Not the monster. A man. And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make him see he is that man.

So I slide my fingers between my folds until they’re slick and start toying with my pussy.

“Is this what you want?” I say, looking him directly in the eye.

“More.” Just one word, dark and gruff, but it’s enough to set my body on fire.

My fingers expertly tease my clit until I’m so wet, I can dive in. Licking my lips, I watch his eyes as he sees me finger myself, his cock bouncing in his hand. He jerks himself at the same speed as I fuck myself. In and out, up and down, we mimic each other’s movements. It’s such a fucking turn-on that I could come right here, right now. Maybe that’s what he wanted when he said ‘more.’

“Getting hot in here, don’t you think?” he murmurs, biting his lip.