X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,55

much she doesn’t know about me. Every ounce of me wants to carry her to bed and claim her as my own. I would if I thought it would end there. But I can’t deny that I’m craving more from her than just her body.

“My life is dangerous,” I start, unsure how to proceed. I pace a few steps, trying to figure out how to tell her the truth without revealing my secrets—secrets that don’t only protect me but also the most vulnerable members of my family. “I’m dangerous.”

“And I’m not going to break.” She moves toward me, defiance drawing her face taut and determined.

Yes, she will. She’ll break. By me. By them. I draw her body to mine and wrap one hand around her lovely throat. I could break her so easily now. She needs to see that. “You are fragile, Clara. Delicate. If my life doesn’t break you, the things I want to do to you might.”

She refuses to look away. Only the slightest fear hides in her eyes. “I’m not scared of being with you, X. I’m only scared of being pushed away.”

Words won’t be enough. So it comes down to one thing: a test. I don’t ask. I take.

I give way to my primitive need, crushing my mouth to hers, forcing her lips to part for my tongue. She meets me at every step, offering more of herself while demanding more from me.

She thinks she can handle more? Fine. We’ll see.

I grip her wrists tightly, forcing them behind her back, and hold her body hostage. Her body molds to my desires. She doesn’t fight me. She submits like a bud blossoming at sunrise.

How can she say she doesn’t want this but give it so naturally every time?

Lifting her off her feet, I carry her to the bed, unbuckling my trousers to free my cock. Clara’s heels shove them down as I kick off my shoes. I step out of them, spreading her legs with one hand. Dropping over her, I thrust without warning, splitting her open without hesitation. I don’t stop even when her fingernails dig into my back. I just keep taking.

And she keeps giving.

Her breathy panting draws attention to her beautiful lips, her slender neck. I brace myself on my elbow, so I can grip her neck again.

“You are mine, Clara,” I growl, crushing her throat, so she’s forced to look at me—to understand what I’m saying. “I claim you. Do you understand?”

She stares up at me, her blue eyes swirling with words she can’t speak. But she nods with a slight smile, as much as my grip will allow, as a single tear falls down the side of her smooth cheek. It only makes me fuck her harder.

But I’m not an animal. I am a man—a man who will take until she says no.

“I’m hurting you now,” I murmur, “like you wanted, Clara. Do you want me to stop?”

I want her to say yes. I want her to end this before I can taste her stolen pleasure. Because once I do, it will never be enough.

“No.” It slips out like a surprise.

I don’t pause to process this. I just ram into her as hard and forcefully as I can.

She doesn’t mean it. She can’t.

“You like it, but you think you don’t,” I grit out between thrusts. “I expect you to come, Clara.”

“I can’t,” she moans, her body tight beneath me. She’s holding on to it: the last vestiges of her control.

“Accept the pain,” I order. “Let go.” Or I’ll make you.

I release her neck, move to her breast, and suck her nipple into my mouth. She loosens a little, aroused, so I nip the sensitive flesh. She yelps, but I don’t relent. I continue to knead her breast, biting and sucking—tormenting her until she’s forced to release herself from the cage she clings to.

She arches into me, crying and shaking, her face drawn with rapt bliss. And she is mine completely. I fill her. I taste her. I claim her. Until I become her entire world.

She implodes, pleasure and pain mixing into a beautiful, strangled cry.

Then she collapses beneath me, her hands covering her face, overwhelmed. I recognize this feeling. I know it well.

Shame.

We’re not taught to accept our demons. What happens when we stop fighting them? What happens when we welcome them?

Are we ever the same?

I slow, still buried inside her, and slide my arms under her to pull her close to me. I can’t always give my darkness control. Not anymore.