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SIERRA

I’m pacing the room, feeling trapped and restless. It’s too quiet, too damn big, and the longer he’s gone, the more the walls feel like they’re closing in. Every time I hear a noise, my heart jumps, and I find myself staring at the door, hoping it’ll open.

And then it does.

Aleksander steps in, and the second I see him, a wave of relief washes over me. But it’s quickly replaced by dread. My heart kicks up again when I see the blood—smeared on his hands, staining his shirt. He’s back with me.

His blazing eyes lock on mine. There’s this intensity there—dark and hungry, like he’s ready to claim me all over again. He doesn’t say a word, and I don’t ask. We both know what went down, and I don’t need to hear it. The silence says enough.

He crosses the room in two quick strides and pulls me against him. His hands are hot, sticky with blood, and it smears across my skin. I shiver, but it’s not from fear. It’s from the way he looks at me, like he’s about to fucking devour me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, voice rough and low. “With the blood of that piece of shit all over your perfect tits.”

The words send a shiver through me, and when his mouth crashes down on mine, I kiss him back, hard. His hands are everywhere, and I can feel the blood marking me, staining me. I want it. I want all of it. Anything he’ll give me.

He pulls back, eyes roaming over me as he yanks off the sheet I threw over my shoulders. His gaze darkens as he stares at the blood streaked on my skin, and a growl rumbles low in his chest.

His possessiveness makes my pulse race. Aleksander grabs my hips and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He drops me to the bed, spreading my legs wide.

He strips off his clothes, and I can only admire the perfect work of art that’s his hard body.

All strong lines, muscles, and ink. His heavy cock bobbing, eyes ablaze, hands still stained crimson.

He lowers himself to his haunches, the tip of his cock brushing at the apex of my thighs.

His thick fingers spread my pussy lips open and he leans to lick a long path.

Hot, wet. Rolling his tongue, flattening it, sucking on my clit, grazing at my tender flesh, licking me inside.

I moan and writhe, gripping his hair hard.

His scruff scraping my inner thighs. Just when I’m about to come, Aleksander raises his head and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looks fucking magnificent. A wild beast. All flaming gaze, powerful muscles and feral hunger.

He positions himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine.

When he pushes into me, I feel the stretch of his thick cock.

The way he fills me, fucking owns me. I can’t help the loud cry that falls from my throat.

He starts slow, watching my every reaction, then he speeds up, going harder.

Making me shake all over. It’s like I’m connected to a fucking wire.

He’s hitting parts of me I didn’t even know existed.

I’m hot, trembling, pleasure pulsing through my every cell.

“Gonna fucking paint your insides with my seed,” he growls, his grip tight on my hips. Hurting me so fucking good.

I clutch at his back, feeling the rough drag of his thrusts, the way he takes me—hard and deep. It’s all-consuming, the heat, the way he moves, the roughness in his voice. When he leans down, his mouth finds my neck, and he bites hard, marking me.

“Come for me, Sierra,” he orders, his voice rough and commanding. “Come on daddy’s cock.”

I fall apart; my orgasm hitting me like a wave, feeling him pulse inside, the heat of his release filling me. And it’s fucking everything.