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.

was actually going to say a prayer of thanks to the Moon Goddess. I

way of saying you missed me, you aren’t scoring any

escaping my lips. Getting rid of her wouldn’t be difficult – I had that power. But Miranda, despite her sharp tongue and manipulative ways, had proven to be a

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clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. Without asking. she poured herself a generous amount of whiskey, then perched

you

her fiancé?” she countered, her voice laced with a sweetness that didn’t reach her eyes. The way she said “fiancé”

a silent battle of wills. My bored stare met hers, as cold and calculating as a

“If you ask me, they should’ve

words were clearly designed to get a reaction, but today, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. I simply took another sip of my whiskey, the

my disinterest, she dropped the glass on the nightstand with a sharp crack. Her playful demeanor vanished, replaced

Ivan piqued my curiosity, but only slightly. The tangled web of relationships between Miranda and her brother had always been a mystery

asked,

her posture rigid. “You’re going to help

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

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

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 had to admit, her logic was sound. Whenever Amaya was involved, whether I liked it or not

echoed, the single word laced with disbelief. For a moment, her carefully constructed facade seemed to slip, revealing a flicker of genuine surprise. But it was fleeting, replaced by a steely determination as

voice a low growl. “Only a blind person

her.”

an eyebrow, taking a deliberate sip of my whiskey and savoring the way it burned a warm path down my throat. “Affection? Like I have told you before, she is nothing to

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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,

Miranda,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, “let’s get one thing straight. Your little games, your

her spine, I could see it in her eyes. Caging her with my body, I reached out and slowly, deliberately wrapped my hands around her throat. My grip wasn’t enough to cause serious harm, but it was

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

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

smirk playing on my lips. Miranda stumbled back,

my voice returning to its usual calm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a business

snapped to

to remember this one of the reasons I kept her around and my memories of Anaya had been leaving me so much on edge.