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“Oh fuck, yes!” I cry out as Alden thrusts into me with one stroke until he is buried deep.

“Fuck…so wet. I shouldn’t want this,” he says even though his eyes swim with the same twisted desire riding me. “I shouldn’t want you.”

The blade bites into my skin with every breath I take, so I force myself to stay still. Warmth gathers beneath the steel as blood slips down my throat.

I don’t flinch.

The storm detonates above us, shaking the sky so violently it feels like it has been holding its breath for this moment.

Twelve long years of watching and moving pieces across a board he’s never even known existed.

Rain pours over us, washing away my blood on his blade. Those beautiful eyes are stripped of every civilized lie he’s ever told the world. A laugh almost claws its way out of me because this isn’t Alden losing control. This is him giving me what has always been mine.

Alden pulls almost all the way out and slams into me so hard that I can’t breathe.

“Yes…fuck me like an animal,” I moan.

The sky opens up, and the rain turns torrential. I lock my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper with every thrust.

“You should be afraid,” he growls.

I lift my chin and press my throat into the blade.

“I’m not.”

“Fuck it.”

With a roar, he raises the knife. It glints threateningly in the lightning flashes, but I don’t flinch or scream when he brings it down. The metal is so close to my face that it leaves a trail of goosebumps before sinking into the dirt right beside my head.

Alden’s lips crash down on mine, then his mouth trails to my neck and licks the blood before kissing me again. Then he fucks me like a man possessed.

This is the man I’ve wanted for so fucking long. Not the polished attorney in his tailored suits. Not the calm voice, perfect manners, or carefully measured smiles he hands out like they mean something.

I want what he keeps hidden.

I want him to tear off the mask and place the monster in my hands. The vicious, bloodstained parts he keeps chained beneath all that impossible control. I want every ugly impulse. Every violent thought. Every secret he thinks will make a woman run.

Because they’re both Alden.

The man and the monster. Two sides of the same beautiful, fucked-up scale. And I refuse to love only half of him. I want the whole goddamn thing tipped into my hands.

His restraint. His violence. His beautiful mind. His darkest fucking urges. All of it. Because Alden doesn’t get to choose which pieces of himself I’m allowed to possess.

Alden’s movements are frantic, his hands tighten on my arms, and his fingers dig into my skin as he pistons into me.

He bites my lip, and I taste blood. I scream, and he swallows it down as I come. The climax slams into me and feels like it’s being torn from my body.

I can’t get enough. It’ll never be enough.

I barely feel the driving rain and blustery wind. Every thrust is brutal in a devastatingly beautiful way. Alden releases my lips and rears up, letting me see the manic look in his eyes. His normally perfectly styled hair is messy as raindrops drip from the ends. Alden snarls like an animal while my blood stains his lips.

This is the sexiest I’ve ever seen him.

He punishes me with every stroke, and within seconds another orgasm races to the surface.

“Yes…” I arch my back, my nipples rubbing against him. “Yes…oh fuck…yes, Alden. I’m coming. Fuck me harder. Don’t…stop.”

My pussy squeezes the cock I’ve craved for so long.