Bonds

Chapter 40

-Alex’s POV-

My hands wrapped around her neck, caging her against the wall. Her lust filled out stared back at me and it took everything in me not to tear her pretty little dress and take her against the wall but she had always been my temptation, my weakness. “F*ck me,

Alex.

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I let out a growl grinding my teeth, “Silver.” It came out as a warning but I knew she wouldn’t listen, “I dare you. You know you want to. F*ck me Alex.”

Like that, every restraint slipped and I smashed my lips on hers. My claws extended, ripping her dress off her and she let out a gasp as my lips latched to one of her nipples. I bit down hard just the way she liked it.

“Alex please.”

“Please what, Silver?”

My lips moved to the seconds, drawing the second bud into my hungry mouth, “Say it. Tell me exactly how you want it.”

“I want you to… F*ck.” She gasped out when my second hand slipped between her legs.

“Use your words, Silver.”

“F*ck me. Please. I want you to f*ck me.”

I released her, turning her around. She arched her back towards me and then without warning, pulled out my dick and slammed

into her.

A bone–rattling crack of thunder split the sky, the sound echoing through the mansion like a gunshot. Rain lashed against the windows, the wind howling like a banshee outside. I flinched, the sudden noise jolting me out of the unsettling memories that had been swirling in my head,

Those fragmented visions of Maya, the way she used to look at me- they’d been plaguing me for days ever since my visit to Adrian. His threats, laced with venomous hate, still hung in the air: “Watch your steps, Alex. Once I’m out, you’ll pay for everything you took from me.”

Taking a swig of my whiskey, I stared out the window at the relentless downpour. The Adrian I knew was long gone, consumed by a darkness that I woke up and walked with every single day of my life. His threats held no weight with me. He was getting exactly what he deserved for the life he took from me, the life he shattered.

into the plush armchair closing my eyes then I felt her presence, “I was actually going to say a prayer of thanks to the

aren’t scoring

face her, a weary sigh escaping my lips. Getting rid of her wouldn’t be difficult – I had

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polished marble floor. Without asking. she poured

brings you here,

countered, her voice laced with a sweetness that didn’t reach her eyes. The way she said “fiancé” sent a jolt of annoyance through me, grating on

locked eyes for a moment, a silent battle of wills. My bored stare met hers,

breaking the silence. “If you ask me, they

wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. I simply took another sip of my whiskey, the amber liquid burning a

the nightstand with a sharp crack. Her playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a steely

brother had always been a mystery to me.

asked, my voice

posture rigid.

face, genuine amusement replacing my earlier boredom. “Why in the world would I involve myself with your brother’s company? What use is he

help him because he’s married to Amaya. A hurt to Ivan hurts Amaya too. Last I heard, Daniel Stone’s company was on the verge of collapse. If Ivan follows suit, your precious little mate might just end up on

the daughter of a multimillionaire. She had always believed in the power of hard work so I knew whatever happened to either of their companies would have little or no significant effects on her finances but still a cold, simmering rage burned in my gut as she spoke Amaya’s name. Was it possible to feel such intense dislike for another human being? Miranda’s manipulative tactics were infuriating, but I

her carefully constructed facade seemed to slip, revealing a flicker of genuine surprise. But it was fleeting, replaced by a

you care?” she pressed, her voice a low growl. “Only a blind person wouldn’t see that you still have affection

her.”

burned a warm path down my throat. “Affection? Like I have told you

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throat like they were stinging me from the inside but I enjoyed watching as the color drained from her face. I set the glass down with a decisive clink, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. Rising from the armchair, I took a slow, deliberate step towards her, my movements measured and predatory. She instinctively backed away, her bravado momentarily shaken. The power dynamic in the room had shifted,

I said, my voice low and dangerous, “let’s get one thing straight. Your little games, your manipulative tactics- they

eyes. Caging her with my body, I reached out and slowly,

barely a whisper. Warm breath tickled her cheek, sending a tremor through her body. “I, Alex, move the pieces on this chessboard,” I said, each word dripping with icy dominance. “And Amaya, for all her supposed importance, is nothing more than a pawn in my game. You’d be wise to remember that. So get off your high horse,

as I did, that a fight here wouldn’t benefit her. Not against me. With a strangled gasp, she nodded

on my lips. Miranda stumbled back, gasping for breath and clutching

said, my voice returning to its usual calm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a business empire to run but first lie back

snapped to mine,

memories of Anaya had been leaving me so much on edge. I needed a release and Miranda was