He gripped my chin between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Let's get one thing clear: as of today, I'm under attack. As long as I'm in danger, everything I care about is in danger. I protect what I care about. If I have to chain you to my bed, naked with a beet red ass, I'll do it and I'll damn well enjoy it. You think this is extreme? I will demolish this entire fucking town if it means I might possibly keep someone from scratching you."
"You! You're the one scratching me!"
The hypocrite just smiled, looking more and more like a predator who had me in his clutches. "Well, I didn't say I couldn't scratch you." He gripped the backs of my thighs, just a few inches below my butt, and pulled me tight against him.
My traitor body heated as he rubbed against me.
I wanted to yell at him some more, but my duplicitous pussy was overwhelmed with warm tingles. My eyes drifted shut as the arousal spread through me. My entire body let go of that anger for a few precious seconds.
That was all it took for Alek to press his mouth against mine in a devastating kiss, his tongue invading in the same rhythm as his cock pressing against me.
This was what he did. Found any spot of vulnerability and then struck at the exact right moment.
He pulled back and I was too dizzy and breathless with desire to think of any quick comeback.
"As of right now, consider this your home, too. I'd give you the official tour, but there's too much going on, so this is going to be the quick version."
Before I could ask what the quick version entailed, he tugged me off the counter and flipped me around.
"What are you-"
I didn't bother to finish asking the question when he reached for the button of my jeans and tugged the denim and my panties down in a few quick jerks. The material bunched around my knees, keeping me bound in one more way.
"Can you feel what you do to me?" he breathed into my ear before licking the delicate lobe and rubbing his erection into my bound hands.
Wanting to drive him just a fraction as crazy as he was driving me, I gave that thick cock a squeeze.
"Dirty angel wants to be fucked, doesn't she?" he growled.
He saved me the indignity of answering the question by tugging down the zipper of his slacks and shoving my front down until my cheek was pressed against the cold stone of the kitchen island.
That shock was the only dose of reality I got before he entered me in one fierce thrust.
I screamed loud enough that I was sure all his men on the property could hear. He let out a breath that sounded like a mixture of relief and victory.
And that pause was the only time he stopped. One hand gripped my ponytail, pulling my head back with a rough tug while the other held my hips steady as he pounded into me at a brutal pace.
The edge of the counter bit into my hips even as each and every thrust rubbed against my clit and, lord help me, the pain just made it feel better.
And before I knew it, I was screaming again, a mixture of anger and pleasure that was so intertwined that when the orgasm took over, it was as though the entire world went white.
Alek grunted as he spilled his seed in me, the hand holding my hip faltering to slam on the counter with a bang.
For a few moments we stayed like that, catching our breaths as I regained feeling in, well, everything.
Was he going through the same recovery process? Were his legs jelly too?
He only moved away when his cock slid out of me, his cum starting to follow. He hadn't used a condom last night or today. Add it to the long list of things he did that made me uncomfortable.
The anger gave me enough power to speak finally. "Will you at least untie me so I can clean up?" The power behind my words were belied by my continued breathlessness, but at least I was regaining some of my snark.
"Brat," he muttered. He reached between us. I thought he was going to untie me, but instead his bare hand met our spendings and started to rub them into me, if anything just making it messier.
But the motion rubbed my clit and had my ass wantonly swinging back towards him, like he was some sort of sexual wizard. "Stop," I half breathed, half moaned.
"Never," he answered as he pushed two fingers inside me. "You're going to wear my cum on your thighs all day and remember this. And when I come back tonight, I'm going to give you some more. Understand?"
When I didn't answer, he gave my pussy a slap. I bounced back against him with a scream. "Yes! I understand!"
"Good angel. I think you're going to love it here."
I let my forehead rest on the cold stone, hoping it would ground me somewhat. When it came to Alek, I needed all the grounding I could get.