Chapter One
Alessandra
“You are truly a beautiful creature, precious in every way.”
His whispered words were those usually said out of love, swept against a burning desire that refused to let go. Two hearts beating in sync. Two souls creating a world of wonder. Two lives merged together as one capable of surviving.
Not of coercion.
Domination.
Obsession.
Yet his deep baritone tickled my skin, creating a pool of dampness between my legs, an ache in my already hardened nipples. “Gabriel.” Just saying his name was enough to ignite the embers, the eruption of electricity a dancing live wire.
Chuckling darkly, he wrapped his hand around my throat, his strong fingers holding me in place. His possession. His toy. He lowered his head, pressing his lips against my cheek, sliding his other hand down the length of my arm until he was able to yank the cold steel bands that he’d snapped around my wrists.
I would never forget the sound of metal clanging against metal or the stark words of lust whispered moments before he took me.
“You are forever mine.”
I was nothing but his prisoner, a woman who had difficulty remembering her life before. He was all consuming, a man of true power and sexual prowess, a single look creating butterflies in my stomach.
I’d never hungered for anyone like I did this man. A beckoning finger caused heart palpitations. A single crook of his fingers and my pussy quivered. I craved having his cock in my mouth, spewing cum down my throat. I longed to have his thick shaft plunging into my asshole, spreading my muscles. I couldn’t get enough of his dangerous passion even though I knew he was pulling us both into toxic quicksand.
Or maybe I’d always committed to becoming his accomplice.
Yet he’d saved me, keeping me from the treacherous wolves. But what did that mean in the end?
He rubbed the rough pads of his fingertips along my shoulder, moving ever so slowly in a soft line against my breasts. I had difficulty focusing as he continued his slow progress, sliding them over the rounded portion of my hips until he began to caress my bottom.
“You will always be a very naughty girl,” he mused as he pressed kisses against my shoulder blade.
“Yes, sir.” I closed my eyes, savoring the dazzling sensations more than I should, the ache that continued to build.
Gabriel slipped his hand between my legs, cupping my mound as his breathing became ragged. His hunger knew no bounds, the savageness of his cravings uncontrollable.
And I fed off his filthy needs as he did mine.
Two creatures who could never survive without the other. A chill snaked down my arms and legs, the realization suffocating.
“I will take care of that.”
The hard snap of his wrist I’d anticipated, the same delicious tingling of my skin sending a rush of adrenaline into my bloodstream. I would never have believed I craved his firm hand, the harsh discipline he’d been forced to use in order to keep me in line.
“Your necessary training,” he’d whispered. “A new beginning.”
I’d bought every word, fixating on obedience as our passion increased.
He smacked my bottom from side to side, awakening the sleeping girl inside, allowing her to break free from her internal cage. The pain was extraordinary, the flames searing every nerve ending.
I closed my eyes as he spanked me, opening my legs wide in a blatant invitation even as I yanked on my bindings. I was thrown into raw ecstasy, my pulse skipping as lights flashed in front of my field of vision.
“I will always be your master,” he mused, dragging his tongue all the way down the length of my spine. “And give you what you need.” He twisted the anal plug that I always wore, stretching my muscles and sending a shower of jagged sparks dancing into the center of my body.
I envisioned the jeweled end, the adornment appropriate for our special day. He’d thought of everything.
Sinner. Savior. Saint.
The words were so appropriate. But who was who?
When he cracked his fingers against my swollen pussy lips, I could no longer hold back a strangled whimper. “Yes. Yes.”
“You crave pain and pleasure.”
His words weren’t a question. They were a bold statement of the change within me, the ebony petals of the flower spreading wide open to the bright sun. “Yes. Yes, sir.”
He cracked my pussy several times then slid his fingers into my wetness, thrusting savagely.
“Oh. Oh. Oh...” I was breathless with sheer joy, the rapture keeping me on edge. This was our intoxication, a drug that we both required. This