Page 39 of My Captive's Heart


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Brutally.

Ruthlessly.

“Mine.”Thrust.“To.”Thrust.“Breed.”Thrust.

Pinning me down by the throat, his hips lodge deep inside me, stuffing his dick to the root. Our eyes collide just as his orgasm seizes his mammoth body.

I don’t protest as he spills inside me.

FOURTEEN

MOLLY

Once the sun sets,Alexander unlocks the cage and carries me into the hall. I’m bewildered he doesn’t claim my anal virginity.

I’m a bit disappointed, especially with all the foreplay and effort he put preparing my ass.

He peers at me with amusement. “For a captive who claims to hate me, you look awfully dismayed at being taken away from the cage.”

“The entire house is a cage, Alexander.”

He chuckles, low and sexy.

Stepping inside the bedroom, he ambles to the beautiful bathroom and into the glass stall. My legs are like jelly when he places me on my feet. I clutch his biceps, steadying myself. His arm circles my waist, making me lean on him.

Guarding me like a protector.

A stark contradiction to his unhinged side, which spent the entire day dirtying me up like his wanton little whore. I’m covered head to toe in his cum from the countless times he cameonme,insideme.

Even as I should be pushing him away, I find myself hugging him with my arms around his back.

His sculpted body tenses, freezing as I curl around him like a cat in heat.

I can’t resist.

The man is temptation incarnate. So warm and hard everywhere.

“Molly…”

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I lie, pressing my lips against his torso. “I’m just tired.”

“Or I made you weak in the knees.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Brat.”

I smile, kissing my way up to his flat nipple and sucking it lightly. The tip hardens as I flick it with my tongue. He hisses sharply when I bite down.

He yanks my head back with a fist in my hair.

I smirk at him. “That’s for calling me a brat.”

“God! I love you,” he rasps, gaze softening.

My pulse goes haywire. My jaw slackens at the way he utters it, like the words aren’t new and he’s been saying them his whole life.

He wipes the stunned look off my face with a harsh, claiming kiss.