Bonds

Chapter 30

-Alex’s POV-

It was a brutal collision, furled by anger and a strange, possessive need. I took what I felt I deserved, a silencing of her constant tirade, a dominance over the situation that had spiraled out of control. Her lips were soft beneath mine, yielding at first, then hesitantly returning the kiss.

Her hands, which had been clenched at her sides in a futile attempt to mask his much I affected her, now found their way around me. She held on tight as I devoured her mouth with an intensity that surprised even myself.

The kiss was a battle of wills, each of us fighting for dominance. But as the seconds ticked by and her body began to respond. Her hands slid up my back and around to the front of me where they found their way under my shirt.

Her fingers traced my spine while my hands roamed over her body as well, tracing lines along her back and up under her shirt. I felt her skin beneath my fingers, warm and smooth. I felt her hands move to the front of my pants, undoing them with a quickness that surprised even me. I didn’t resist as she pulled down both mine and hers in one swift motion.

She looked up at me and I suddenly realized what was happening. Why I was reacting to her like this. I was picturing Amaya. I let out a low curse. She was the one I wanted and now I was thinking of her.

way to my boxer, snapping me back to reality. Back to what was happening. She stroked my d***k through my

an a**hole not Miranda had given me no reason to want to

down at her, “Take

my boxer, I let out a low groan and that was the go ahead she needed. She pulled down my boxer and grabbed a hold of me. I let

I let

growl, “Take me

wetness again. She sucked me deep into her mouth, taking my entire length. I let out a low growl and pushed myself deeper inside of her throat until

to my d**k stroking it as she looked at me with lust filled eyes of hers. I pushed her against her car and yanked up her skirt. My fingers found their way to her panties, ripping them off of her in one

moving in a blur as she let out

dropped glass, the sound echoing faintly in the otherwise silent street. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of shock and something darker, snapped up to meet mine. She

You were thinking of her? While

face. “Maybe I mumbled, my voice flat. I

hurt in her eyes, a raw vulnerability i hadn’t seen before, should have elicited some kind of reaction from me. Pity, maybe, or even a