Chapter 56 His length
RORY POV
I'd been cuffed for over ten hours now. After I was finished eating, Rosemary had pinned my other hand back to the headboard without a word. She'd given me a fleeting taste of freedom and snatched it right back. l'd begged her to let me manage with just one hand free, but she just gave me that look-the one that said Alexander won't like it.
I didn’t see Liam all day, I missed him.
I was lying there about to daydream about Alexander eating me out and doing all sort of dirty things to me when the door opened.
He walked in, looking high and mighty as usual, his presence instantly shrinking the room. When his predatory gaze landed on me, my thighs practically clenched on instinct. His eyes narrowed at the movement, he didn't miss a thing.
"How was your day, Aurora?" he asked, his tone mocking. He knew damn well I was useless like this.
I didn't answer him. He could go to hell for all I cared. I watched him in silence has he flicked his cufflinks onto the dresser and yanking his tie loose.
"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice flat.
"My wife isn't in a talking mood?"
"Maybe if you hadn't chained me to the bed like an animal, I would've had a more productive day," I retorted, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and something else I didn't want to name.
“And let you do what,” he said. “Go back to the club and have five girls on your breasts?”
The heat rushed up my neck immediately.
It was driving me crazy that I barely remembered any of it. I remembered one of them grabbing me and me pulling away. I couldn’t believe they had gone further after that. I felt sick thinking about it.
“I’m sorry I sneaked out,” I said quietly, biting my lower lip.
“Sometimes when you talk back at me,” he said, his voice shifting slightly, “I can’t help but think it’s Anastasia talking.”
The mention of her name made me shift uncomfortably. He couldn't help but see her in me, even when I was being defiant.
"Tell me about her," | asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "What was she really like?"
His face went stern for just a second. Like the question caught him somewhere he hadn’t expected.
"Rosemary said you ate your food," he said, pivoting the conversation with clinical precision. "You deserve a reward for being a good girl."
He changed the subject. Of course he did. He was never going to open up to me. Not about her.
He started unbuttoning his shirt. I couldn't help it-my gaze dropped to his chest. He was perfectly defined, his abs a sculpted landscape of muscle and tanned skin. There wasn't a single flaw on his body, it was like he'd been carved out of stone.
God had genuinely taken his time with this man. I could not find a single flaw no matter how hard I looked.
And I was looking very hard.
“My eyes are up here Aurora,” he said.
“You said something about a reward,” I said, trying to recover whatever dignity remained.
“I want to tell you the things you said to me in the car,” he said. His voice dropped lower, coated with something that went straight to my stomach.
“What did I say?” I asked. I regretted asking immediately.
“You said you wanted to suck my dick,” he said calmly. “And choke on it.”
I gasped.
No. Absolutely no way. That had always lived in the very back of my head, buried under smutty books and late night thoughts I never voiced — I would never say it out loud.
"You said you want me to degrade you during sex. Call you names. Do whatever I want with you."
He said it so calmly, stepping toward me with that effortless, I-don't-give-a-fuck posture. I felt exposed. It was a dark part of me I thought was hidden forever-the side that wanted to be used, to have someone finally dare to tap into the filth I kept suppressed because I was supposed to be "pure."
"I don't remember saying any of that," | countered, my voice weak.
"You won't remember because you were drugged and let some stupid fucks take advantage of you."
"I'm sorry-"
"Stop fucking saying sorry," he snapped, closing the distance between us.
He stopped at the edge of the bed and pulled a small key from his pocket. He leaned over me, the scent of his expensive cologne and cold air filling my senses. As he unlocked the cuffs, I couldn't stop staring at his face. It was too perfect. I instinctively licked my lips. He stopped moving for a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto my mouth. He knew exactly what I was thinking.
He tossed the cuffs aside. My hands fell free. I pulled them carefully to my chest, they ached deeply, blood rushing back painfully after hours of being restrained.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he ordered.
I slid forward until my legs swung off the mattress. I looked up at him, finding his eyes dark with a hunger that made my blood hum.
Without a word, he began to undo his belt. My eyes bulged, and I looked away quickly, the sharp clink of the buckle hitting the floor made me jump.
His hand gripped my chin, firm and unyielding, forcing my gaze back to him.
My eyes widened when they dropped to his penis. It was long and thick, easily nine or ten inches, with prominent veins running along the shaft like twisted ropes. The head was wide and flushed dark pink, already leaking a bead of precum that glistened at the slit. The whole thing looked heavy, slightly curved upward, and looked powerful — the kind of cock that would stretch and ruin me. The base was thick, surrounded by a neat patch of dark hair, and his balls hung heavy below, full and tight and completely impossible to look away from.
Every dark scene I had read in my books, every fantasy I had replayed with his face, this was what I had been imagining and reality was so much better than anything my imagination had produced.
I licked my lips at the sight.
I hate to compare, but I’ve seen Steve’s dick before and it wasn’t anything like this. If every man’s dick looked like Alexander’s, maybe I would have seen some appeal in my dark, filthy fantasies.
I hated Steve for every time he had made me feel like the problem was me. Because standing here looking at Alexander I was wetter than I had ever been and nobody had even touched me yet.
If Alexander’s dick ever entered me fully, I know damn well I wouldn’t walk, and goddamn it, I don’t ever want to walk again.
“Eyes up here, Aurora,” he commanded again. And I forcefully tore my face away from his work of art dick.
He looked at me for a long moment. Something dark and decided in his eyes.
His next statement threw me off a cliff.
“Suck it.”