Bought (Assassin's Revenge #2)

Alexander chuckled and every single cell in my body tightened in arousal at that sound. “In my playroom, cherie,” he said, and his voice was a sinful promise, “I’ll spank you as much as you desire. But right now, we don’t want Anne-Marie running in here to make sure you are okay.”


Every single one of Dylan’s guards had watched me being raped. No one had ever done anything to help me. To protect me. “Would she?” I said into the pillow. I couldn’t keep the bleakness out of my voice. “You mean she doesn’t know to stay away from the noise?”

His hands had been wandering up and down my body, stroking, exploring. Establishing ownership. But they stilled as I uttered those words. When he responded, his voice was troubled. “I very much hope that no one in my employ will ever ignore a screaming woman.”

He isn’t Dylan, I reminded myself again.

I deliberately wriggled my hips, and he chuckled. “Jenny,” he said smoothly, “you aren’t in charge here, remember? Keep your hips still. If I want to spank you, I will. If I want to caress you,” his thumb traced a path up my dripping slit, “I will.”

I moaned into my pillow as he continued speaking. “If I want to taste your juices,” his mouth lowered onto my *, “I will.”

Oh god, his mouth. His talented, talented tongue. His probing fingers. Everything played with me, pulling an orgasm from my body. “Sir,” I panted, trying to keep my hands where they were, and keep my legs open for him. “Sir, please…”

“Please what, Jenny?” he asked.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” I whined. I had two years of memories of his body against me, but memories didn’t keep me warm at night. I had to feel him again.

“Turn around.”

I hesitated for a second, wondering how to keep my hands on the pillow and still obey and he noticed. “You can move your hands,” he assured me. I turned to face him, and he moved over my body. His dick was visibly tenting his boxers and my eyes locked onto it. I was wet, dripping, ready. I needed him.

His hands tugged the nightgown over my head and tossed it to the side. His boxers followed and I exhaled visibly as his body settled on me. His warmth filled me as we touched, skin on skin. I inclined my head up for a kiss, and his lips quirked into a smile before descending on my mouth.

He nipped, nibbled, sucked. What his lips and teeth did, his fingers echoed as they toyed with my nipples, pulling and tugging. I arched into him and moaned into his mouth, locking my legs around his hips, hoping to pull him closer. But he shook his head, his fingers gripping my jaw. “I’m being very indulgent,” he said, “but you must obey. Stay still for me.”

I couldn’t. My body ached for more of his touch. But his tone had been serious. “Sorry,” I murmured.

He smiled, and those dimples twinkled into view. “Are you being bad so I’ll spank you?” he accused.

I shook my head. “No Sir,” I said meekly.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” he growled. His mouth descended on my nipples, nipping the tender buds. I groaned as wetness flooded through my core. I was dripping onto the sheets below.

He kissed his way down my body. I writhed and whimpered, putty in his hands. His palms caressed my skin, his nails raked a fiery path.

No toys. No whips. No clamps, no handcuffs. None of it was essential. He didn’t need the toys and the equipment to impose his will on me. His hips held me in place. His hand closed around my wrists. My legs, I kept parted of my own volition. I wanted to please Alexander.

I could only imagine what I would feel in his playroom.

Finally, he reached for a condom, his eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” I begged him. I didn’t hide my need. Desire had replaced any fear.

He sheathed himself, then took his cock in his right hand, aiming it at my *. I obligingly parted my legs wider. I was ready.

“Not nervous?” He looked amused but there was heat in his eyes.

I shook my head silently. I couldn’t form words. If I could, all I would say was please don’t make me wait anymore, please, please just fuck me.

He bent towards me and kissed me. “Good,” he said. Then he thrust into me. One hard, painful, pleasurable thrust, filling me like I hadn’t been filled for two years.

No teasing. Not now. Now, we both wanted the same thing. Fast, furious, animalistic. This was primal. This was reliving the memory of two years ago, but it was better. Because he was here, now. His body over mine. His weight on me. His cock pounding me, pleasuring me.

I felt the waves of impending release start to form. His eyes met mine. “No.” There was not a single doubt in my mind that this was an order. “You won’t come until I give you permission.”

I couldn’t form thought enough to protest. I nodded, my teeth clenched. I had to. I felt a need to obey him in this moment.

But obedience was brutally hard, because my body fit in his. Two years ago, sleeping with him had felt like coming home. Two years later, that feeling hadn’t been a lie. Though I should have been revolted at who he was, I wasn’t. My body needed him. My soul found completion in his arms.

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