Chapter 32

ALANA I PULLED AT MY RESTRAINTS AND THE SOFT LEATHER OF ALEJANDRO’S BELT pinched my skin, but I couldn’t help it. I was desperate to touch him. I wanted to pull my fingers through his thick dark hair and rake my fingernails down his back. I didn’t want to know what had happened today to make him come home in desperate need of this, but he was fucking me like a man possessed – and I loved it. There was no tenderness from him at all. He was all anger and fire and fury, but I didn’t care. I let him take what he wanted, because I knew that was what he needed. And I so wanted to be what he needed, and I didn’t even know why. I should hate this man. This devil. But, I couldn’t any longer. He was breaking down every last line of my defenses and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop him. His fingertips dug into my ass cheek and I cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain, as he increased his efforts. He pounded into me,