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.

eyes then I felt her presence, “I was actually going to

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

rid of her wouldn’t be difficult – I had that

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asking. she poured herself a generous amount of whiskey,

brings you here,

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

wills. My bored

mate went to jail,” she finally said, breaking the silence. “If you ask me, they should’ve never let her

I simply took another sip of my whiskey, the amber liquid burning a soothing path

crack. Her playful demeanor vanished, replaced by

of relationships between Miranda and her brother had always been a mystery to me. They seemed to exist in a constant state of love–hate,

asked, my voice

posture rigid. “You’re going to

earlier boredom. “Why in the world would I involve myself with your brother’s company? What use

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

companies would have little or no significant effects on her finances but still a cold, simmering

smile, laced with a hint of malice, spread across my face. “No?” She echoed, the single word laced with disbelief. For a moment, her carefully constructed facade seemed to slip, revealing a flicker of genuine surprise.

“Only a blind person wouldn’t see that you

her.”

raised an eyebrow, taking a deliberate sip of my whiskey and savoring the way it burned a warm path down my throat. “Affection?

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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

straight. Your little games, your manipulative tactics- they don’t work on the. I see through

sent shivers down 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

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

her sides, the urge to lash out evident. But she knew, as well as I did, that a fight here wouldn’t benefit

my hold, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. Miranda stumbled back, gasping for breath and

excuse me, I have

gaze snapped to

my memories of Anaya had