Chapter 35 I love you
RORY POV
I sat on the bed shaking.
My chest felt too tight and the dress that had made me feel stunning two hours ago had become torture against my skin. Every breath felt like it was fighting through something heavy sitting on my ribs.
I didn't even have time to process the carnage downstairs before the door swung open.
Alexander stood there. He looked like a beautiful sin, his tuxedo jacket gone, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie hanging loose. A dark smirk tugged at his lips.
Monster, I told myself. He killed two people tonight. No remorse. No hesitation.
But my pulse jumped anyway.
He stalked forward. Slow. Deliberate. My throat worked - dry swallow after dry swallow. I couldn't look away from the way his shoulders moved, the way his hands flexed at his sides.
In one motion he grabbed the front of my corset — fabric and boning and all — and yanked me off the bed. My feet left the floor. He held me suspended, weightless, like I was nothing. He was so tall, so muscled, so utterly dominating.
I stared into those icy blue eyes, my breath hitching. "You... you're a killer," | stuttered, the words trembling.
He didn't flinch. Instead, he tilted his head, studying my face with a clinical, intense interest. It felt like he was peeling me apart layer by layer, searching for something hidden beneath my skin.
"That I am," he said finally, voice low and calm.
He lowered me back to the floor, slow, controlled. until my heels touched the carpet again. "And you're the wife of a killer."
I exhaled in shaky relief. My chest heaved. His eyes darkened as they dropped to my exposed cleavage - the way the corset pushed my breasts up.
"You killed them," | whispered, desperate to understand. "Why? Why not hand them to the police? Why does there have to be so much blood?"
He let out a short, harsh bark of a laugh. "You saw me take a man's fingers just for touching you, Aurora. Did you honestly think I would let the men who snatched my son spend their days in a comfortable cell?"
He was right. I knew he was right. I had tried so hard to forget the violence he was capable of because I didn't want to see him as a villain. I wanted to see the man who asked about my day and held me while I slept.
"This is not the time for a lecture," he growled, stepping into my personal space. "All l've been thinking about today is this face. And your body in this dress."
His legs hit mine. Instinctively I stepped back. He kept coming. I kept moving backward until the wall stopped me and his body closed the remaining distance between us.
I stepped back instinctively, but he kept coming. I retreated until my back hit the cold marble wall. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me whole. I felt him inhale my hair, slow and deliberate like he was tasting me. My stomach flipped. My thighs clenched. A fresh wave of wetness soaked my panties.
I hate that I'm wet for him.
I shouldn't want this monster.
My body is betraying me again.
And before I could move, his hand was at my throat, not squeezing, but possessive. The other one slid to my ass, his large palm firm as he hiked my body up, Shoving me against his hard frame until there wasn't a millimeter of air between us.
My body shuddered at the contact.
His hand on my ass was so firm. So certain.
A sound-half-moan, half-sob-tore from my throat when I felt his tongue swipe against the pulse point of my neck. Oh, God. He had just licked blood with that tongue.
Why the fuck did that turn me on?
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.
"I've longed for this for four years," he murmured, his voice thick with a strange, jagged sadness.
Before I could ask what he meant, his lips slammed onto mine.
The kiss was hot. Dominating. Unforgiving. No gentleness.
I'd never imagined kissing Alexander - not because I didn't want to, but because l'd never dared let myself think it. But now that it was happening, the world simply ceased to exist. I was frozen, my brain unable to keep up with the sensory overload.
A sharp slap landed on my ass, shocking a gasp out of me. My mouth parted, and he immediately swept his tongue inside, deep and hungry.
I couldn't help it, a moan bubbled up. He was too good at this. He kissed me like he'd done it a thousand times before, like he knew every curve of my mouth by heart. His hand moved to my chest, his large palm squeezing my breast through the fabric. I arched my back, desperate for the friction, my thighs turning to jelly as a damp heat pooled between them.
"You taste so fucking good," he growled against my lips, his control finally snapping. "I want to kiss you every second. You're driving me crazy."
He moved to my neck, nibbling, his voice barely holding that controlled tone he always carried.
He was unraveling. The untouchable Alexander Miller was losing his mind over me. The realization hit me like a wave.
He wanted me.
And I wanted him.
I curled my legs around his waist. His cock- rock-hard, straining - pressed against my stomach. I wanted to touch it. Feel it throb in my hand. Stroke it.
My arms locked around his neck. I kissed him back - clumsy, hungry, trying to match him.
And just like that, we lost it.
With one rough tug he yanked the strapless corset gown down to my stomach. My breasts spilled free - heavy, aching, my nipples tight from the cold air and his earlier touch.
He stared, his eyes were dark with hunger. His gaze made the buds peak harder, My thighs trembled like jelly.
I kept my hands locked behind his neck as he leaned down. One hand grabbed my right breast, his thumb flicked over my nipple, and I felt a bolt of lightning shoot straight to my core. Is this heaven?
I felt alive.
Every touch was awakening parts of me l thought were dead and buried.
I felt like I had to tell him. I had to let him know what he was doing to me.
As his mouth dropped to my breast, his tongue darting out to swirl around my nipple, I let out a broken whisper.
"I love you, Alexander."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Instantly, the heat vanished. Alexander stiffened.
He shoved me back so hard I staggered, my heels skidding on the floor. I barely managed to keep my balance as he stared at me, his face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated rage.
The illusion was gone. And in its place was a man who looked like he wanted to kill me.