“Oh, God. Please .”
“You wanna come for me, wifey?” I ask her.
“Mm, yes.”
I smile and flick her clit with my tongue. “This pussy is mine, Elena. You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Alexander,” she says, panting. She lifts her hips and pushes her cunt into my face.
“Alec,” I correct her. “Tell me you’re sorry, Elena.”
Elena moans, her body trashing underneath me. “I’m sorry, Alec. So sorry,” she groans.
Deciding I’ve punished her enough, I push my middle finger into her tight, hot pussy and stimulate her G-spot while I swirl my tongue around her clit. Elena moans loudly.
“Oh, Alec. Mmm, yes, like that. Fuck… yes .” She sounds frantic, and I doubt she realizes how seductive the sounds and pleas coming from her lips are.
I increase my pace and feel her walls tighten around my finger. I suck on her clit hard, and my wife comes on my tongue, my name on her lips. I give her a minute to recover, and then start licking her softly again, staying away from her sensitive clit for the next few minutes. I stroke her G-spot and add an extra finger, barely able to fit it in. Her pussy is so tight, there’s no way I can fit my cock in there. “Oh, God, Alec. I can’t take it. Please, I can’t…” She begs, but I don’t relent. I push against her G-spot harder, moving my fingers in and out quicker, and within a minute she comes again.
She’s panting and her face is flushed. She looks at me through her lashes and she’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I pull away from her and undo the buttons of my shirt. “I warned you, Elena. I won’t say it again. You’re mine , and this behavior isn’t acceptable.”
I shrug out of my shirt and undo my pants button, taking my time. Elena’s eyes are on my skin, her gaze heated.
“I… yes, I know,” she whispers.
Her eyes widen when my boxers slip past my hips, and I can’t help but smirk at the look in her eyes. “Like what you see?”
Her cheeks are crimson, and she gasps when I get into bed with her. “I gotta admit, this shit is pretty nice,” I tell her, my fingers grazing over the white lace. Elena is breathing hard, and she bites down on her lip when I rip her bra apart, the lace so fine that it tears easily. I pull it away from her and lean in, taking her nipple in my mouth briefly, teasing her as I swirl my tongue around her. She writhes against me, and I smile against her skin. I pull back and lower my lips to her neck. I suck down on her skin, marking her over and over again, leaving little kiss marks in every spot I can reach, slowly making my way down.
“I told you you’re mine, but you don’t listen,” I whisper, right before sucking down on her breast, marking that too. “You’re mine, and you’d better remember it. I’ll make sure I’m all you can think of when you look in the damn mirror, you hear me?”
She moans when I suck down on her inner thigh. “The next time you see Lucian, all he’ll be able to see will be the kiss marks I left on your skin. You belong to me, Elena, and it’s time he realizes it too.”
I move up and settle on top of her, my dick right between her legs. She arches her back up, and I doubt she even realizes she’s doing it.
“I’m sorry, Alec,” she says, wrapping her arms around me. I look into her eyes, and I hate how much she fucking captivates me. I hate that I love those eyes of hers.
“Elena, I’m going to fuck you so hard. You’ll be so sore tomorrow that every time you move, you’ll think of me. I’m going to leave my mark on you. I’m going to make sure you’ll never again forget who you belong to.”
She nods and wraps her arms around my neck. “Yes, Alec,” she whispers, and I push into her slightly, stretching her out.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
Elena’s eyes fall closed and I freeze in place. “Look at me,” I order, and she does. “Look at me when I fuck you.”
I pull out of her slightly and thrust back into her, watching her as she moans, her eyes on mine. I’ve gotten too lax with her. It’s about time I remind her who owns her.
Chapter 32
E lena
I’m nervous as I walk into the rooftop bar Alexander asked me to meet him at. I’m so tense that I can’t even enjoy the stunning view from here—or the beautiful, luxurious interior. He’s been withdrawn lately, his anger palpable.
My eyes fall to the clusters of round sofas, each of them a separate booth facing a glass barrier, resulting in an unparalleled view of both the skyline and the bar. I spot Aiden in the corner and he nods at me, stepping aside as I walk up to him. Alexander is leaning back on the sofa, his eyes on the skyline in front of us.
He looks up when I sit down next to him, his gaze sending a thrill down my spine. He hasn’t been himself lately. Ever since he got back from his business trip, he’s been cold and distant.
I’ve tried over and over again to explain to him that nothing is going on between Lucian and me, but he won’t listen to reason. I can’t even blame him. I messed up. I never should have entertained Lucian’s ideas. I should’ve known how Alexander would respond to that.
He raises his fingers to my mouth, his thumb tracing over my lips. “Red lips? Perfect.”
My heart races when he smiles at me, his eyes dark, anger still flashing through them. His gaze roams over my body, taking in the tight black dress I’m wearing.
He looks into my eyes and then pats his legs. “Come here.”
I blink, my cheeks heating rapidly. He wants me to sit in his lap? I glance around the packed bar, my heart racing. I might not know everyone, but I recognize many faces.
“I won’t repeat myself.”
I swallow hard and rise to my feet. He smiles in satisfaction and grabs my hand, pulling on it so I fall into his arms. His hands wrap around my waist and he positions me squarely in his lap, my back toward the crowd.
“Alexander…”
He looks at me with raised brows, his hands roaming over my body. “I told you to call me Alec.”
I stare at him, unable to figure him out. He told me at the very start that he and I aren’t close enough for me to use that name, and I know that’s true. I can count the people that call him Alec on one hand. It’s just his parents, Lucian, his grandfather… and Jennifer. Not me. Never me.
“Embarrassed?” He asks as his hand glides over my skin, until he’s cupping the back of my neck, his thumb on my throat. “You’re mine, yet you seem to have trouble remembering it. You leave me no choice, baby. I’ll have to make sure everyone knows it.”
I can feel him hardening underneath me and my heart starts to race. I shift in his lap and he grins. “Like what you feel?” he asks, his hands moving to my waist. He holds me right below my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples. They harden for him like the traitorous little bitches they are, and he smirks.
“Tell me what you’re wearing underneath this dress.”
My eyes widen and my cheeks heat even further. “I… um… just underwear.”
Alexander chuckles. “Color?”
I swallow hard. “It’s black.”