Chapter 41

There’s no gentle or slow about it as Alexi grabs my wrists and pins me to the floor roughly, almost slamming my arms against the hard surface as I yelp. He moves to bite and kiss my neck, lifting and arching his body to fit mine and then practically pushes me across the surface with one almighty thrust—with a brutal force, he rams himself into me spectacularly, and I cry out with a muffled moan as his shoulder covers my mouth and stifles it. There’s no workup, foreplay or anything preluding to sex, and now I know how he’s choosing to punish me for hitting him. Even though it’s consensual, and I wanted this, there is no pleasure in what he does to me, and I’m reminded that Alexi is a bastard of epic proportion and not someone you ever fuck with. I hit him, and therefore he made sex his weapon, making a point of hurting me in response.

This is his brutal payback.

He doesn’t hit women but finds other, more sadistic ways of getting his own back.

I took my punishment,