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.

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

you aren’t

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 valuable asset

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sashayed towards the liquor cabinet, her high heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. Without asking. she poured herself a generous amount of whiskey, then perched herself on

brings you

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

for a moment, a silent battle of wills. My bored stare met hers, as cold

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

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

crack. Her playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a steely seriousness.

tangled web 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, their bond as volatile as the thunderstorm

I asked, my

up straighter, her posture rigid.

boredom. “Why

him because he’s married to Amaya. A hurt to Ivan hurts Amaya too. Last I heard, Daniel Stone’s company

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

with disbelief. For a moment, her carefully constructed facade seemed to slip,

“Only a blind person wouldn’t see that you still have

her.”

way it burned a warm path down my throat. “Affection? Like I have told you before, she is nothing to me. I do not care what happens

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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

straight. Your little games,

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 wasn’t enough

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, Miranda, and stop pretending to be a queen. You are wearing my wolf thin, you know what happens when I

sides, the urge to lash out evident. But she knew, as 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

my lips. Miranda stumbled back, gasping for

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

snapped to mine,

reasons I kept her around and my memories of Anaya had been leaving me so much on edge. I needed a release and Miranda was a good