Zeke's Rule(19)

His cock was thick, hard, and begging to be inside her.





Chapter Nine





Alessandria didn’t know what had happened. Well, she did, and although she’d liked Zeke’s mouth on hers, she’d breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t pushed anything. The truth was she saw the sadist in Zeke, knew he was the type of man that liked pleasure with a bite of pain. It was clear in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her.

Or maybe she was so desperate to find that happiness in her life, to find someone that would give her what she wanted, but not hurt her or exploit her.

All her life, she’d fought with the desire inside of her, the dark, twisted feelings of wanting the pain. At first, she hadn’t known what it meant, why she’d felt the way she did. Alessandria had hid those dark desires, and the one person she’d admitted them to, the one man she thought she could trust, and changed her life and thrust her into a living hell.

Although it hadn’t even been with Zeke a full day, in his care, she already felt like she was living another life. She could look at him. Feel his desire for her, see it in his frighteningly handsome face, and she knew that he might be the man that could change everything.

He would be the man that changed everything. He already had in so many ways.

Here she was, in his mansion, lying on the bed, in the room, that he’d given her because he wanted to protect her, keep her close…be with her? Did she understand what was going on? No, and she didn’t know if she ever would.

Zeke told her he wanted to protect her, to take Gerald down because he was a lowlife. Zeke was in the same degrading, vile business, but he wasn’t like Gerald or any of the other men she’d encountered during her travels through hell.

Alessandria had told him she was numb, and she was, but she was also broken and she wasn’t sure if she could ever be fixed. But when Zeke had kissed her, there had been a moment of realization, of shock, that she’d enjoyed it, wanted more of it. But then her fear of the past had risen up, and she’d been thankful he’d stopped and not pursued more with her. Did she think Zeke would want something from her in return for the safety he was providing?

Yes.

He hadn’t forced anything, and in all honesty, she’d felt good with him, too good. He could overpower her, rape her, because he had that power, that strength. He hadn’t done anything but kiss her, and Alessandria had liked it…wanted more of it.

But that had been hours ago, and now she was in bed thinking about what she was going to do and how her life was really going to play out. When she and Zeke were together sexually, which she knew was inevitable, not because she thought he’d rape her, but because she actually felt this warmth being with him, she wondered if he’d be done with her. Was this something that he did; take in women that were hurt, heal them, and fuck them as some kind of power play?

Even after thinking that, she knew it wasn’t the case. He didn’t beat the women that worked for him, and he didn’t rape them, at least that’s what she’d heard from them and him. He’d been good to them, paid them well, protected them, and they were all there willingly.

Turning onto her side and staring out the window, she mentally traced the pattern of the drapes that could be made out through the sliver of moonlight coming through the window. This was surreal, and she knew that there was no way to anticipate what would happen; she should just go with the situation and hope for the best. Right now, she had no need to escape, especially not with Gerald still out there. Zeke would kill him, if not for her, for the fact Gerald was a threat and meant to get at Zeke. She was glad Zeke had found out even if her life had been on the line.#p#分页标题#e#

But what would Zeke do, and how would he react, when it came to light that she liked her pleasure with pain? Even after the rapes and beatings, she still felt that dark desire inside of her. She knew it wasn’t wrong; it didn’t make her this whore…not like Gerald claimed she was.

Closing her eyes, she willed sleep to come. She was tired, so very tired, and her body still ached. Maybe tomorrow would look better? Alessandria had no choice but to be optimistic at this point.





Zeke couldn’t sleep, not after that small, practically innocent kiss he’d shared with Alessandria. He was acting so out of character. Sitting in a chair in front of the double doors that led to the balcony, he lifted the bottle of scotch to his mouth and took a long pull from the bottle. He was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, and his arousal for Alessandria hadn’t dimmed in the slightest. In fact, he felt it grow inside of him like a raging beast. He wanted her, more than he probably should, and more than he’d ever wanted a woman before. But she was beaten, had a broken, shattered soul from the abuse she suffered, and he knew he had to tread lightly.