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SIERRA
The room’s gone quiet, and the only sound is my own breath, still ragged from coming so hard, so many times. I should feel embarrassed or scared out of my mind. He used me like a fuck-doll, but all I feel is this constant buzz under my skin that hasn’t faded since Aleksander first touched me.
I’ve been trying to get my head straight, but all I can I think about is the way he looks at me, the way he touches me. I’m in way over my head here, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m fucking desperate for him.
I pull the sheets up around me as Aleksander moves around the room, getting dressed. I can’t help but watch him—the way his muscles shift under his shirt, the tattoos running down his arms. The man is massive, so fucking powerful. It should terrify me, but all it does is make me want him more.
He catches me looking, and a grin tugs at the corner of his sensual mouth. “You keep staring like that, and I’ll have to fuck you again, baby girl.”
I roll my eyes, pretending to be unaffected, but my heart skips a beat. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He smirks full-on, coming back to the bed and leaning until his handsome face is just inches from mine. “Really?”
All I see are deep blue eyes, the lines at the corners of his eyes, the salt and pepper of his hair and scruff.
I don’t say anything, because he’s right. And we both know it. I drop my gaze, my hand gripping the sheets tighter. “So, what happens now?”
“Now?” He brushes a calloused hand over my cheek, his thick thumb grazing my abused lower lip. “Now, you stay.”
My eyes widen. “What? I can’t just—”
Aleksander cuts me off with a lethal look, one that makes it clear he’s not in the mood to argue. “You’re not fucking going anywhere.”
A part of me wants to disagree, but the memory of Marcus’s hands on me, the way he squeezed my throat, flashes through my mind. I shiver, and Aleksander’s eyes darken as he sees it. “What is it?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
His strong jaw clenches. “Sierra.”
I swallow hard; fear creeping back in. “Marcus… He said… he said if I didn’t pay, he’d take it out on my siblings.” My voice drops to a whisper.
Aleksander’s expression hardens even more, anger flaring in his eyes, dark and hot. “He threatened the kids?”
I nod, the knot in my stomach tightening. “I can’t let him hurt Jamal and Nia.” Just saying their names makes my chest ache. I’ve spent my life trying to protect them, and now I feel like I’m failing.
Aleksander’s voice is a low growl. “Where are they?”
“With my friend, Tisha,” I whisper. “If Marcus finds them…”
“He won’t.” Aleksander’s voice is rough. He’s barely holding back his rage now.
He moves to the door, his large hands clenching into terrifying fists. “What are you gonna do?”
“What I should’ve done the second I saw those marks on you.” He glances back at me, eyes cold and deadly. “Gonna find him.”