Controlling himself

ALEKSANDRER'S POV  I tore free of the fuzzy belt shortly after Rhea buried herself under the blanket. My wrists were red and chaffed from struggling. Not that I cared about that. The white-hot fury burning a hole in my chest persisted, regardless. Watching Rhea's sensual writhing on the bed as she made herself climax repeatedly drove me wild. Like a feral animal that needed to be put down before he could harm himself or others. My blood pounded through my body with each intense beat of my heart. Fire burned my skin because of the tension in my muscles from keeping my anger under control. Rhea's pleasure belonged to me. Her body, her heart, her soul. If anyone was going to make her toes curl, it was going to be me. I wished someone could tell me why I deflated like a popped balloon when I approached her sleeping form on the bed. Seeing her pink pouty lips parted, softly breathing as she slept, and the slight crease between her brows took the fight out of me. Every ounce of my fury blew