Bought By A Decena [R-18] (Completed)

Bought By A Decena [R-18] (Completed)

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She's the one that got away. He's the one she can never forget. "You will always want me, Kristina. You want me as much as I want you. Deny it as much as you want but you will never fool anyone. You can't even convince yourself no matter how desperate you are to believe your own lies," he said smiling derisively. The ugly truth hurt Kristina Ivanov like a motherfucker. After everything that happened to them in the past, she was still undeniably attracted to her ex-fiancé, André Decena. Maybe not romantically anymore, but sexually, yes. She was very, very sexually drawn to him. However, that doesn't change the fact that he's the last person she would ever want to be with for he was the man she hates from the hell and back. "Oh, I want you," she purred. "Just not in the way you think I do. I want you dead!" A lie but she spat the words with pure contempt while she was seriously mulling over commiting murder. Ten years ago they would have been married. But due to unpleasant circumstances they never got to that point. And now he wants her back. He would do everything in his power to make her his again. Even if that meant using violence to press her on bad corners that would leave her no other option but to sell herself to him...
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His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth-or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed-a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I wasn't sure I wanted to escape. Because somewhere in the chaos, I realized I didn't just want to survive him-I wanted to burn with him. After all, being hated by Alexander Grayson was terrifying. But being wanted by him? That was lethal.

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