  &quot;Pictures, videos … of you. That scum kept a catalogue of both on every girl he ever …&quot; Alexi cannot formulate the words, so repulsed by what he knows went on in Rick's world and I shudder at the memories, slapped with what I was not expecting him to say.
      I was wrong. It is as bad. Maybe worse.
      My blood runs cold, much like finding out he had my journals and my eyes fly to his, gluing to them in wide-eyed horror. Fear, that he didn't just know of the existence of those things, but he watched them or looked in the folders and piles of disgusting media I knew Rick kept. It's one thing to read about those vile acts and another entirely to see it visually.
      I feel sick to my stomach, instantly paling and hit with a dizzy spell that has me clutching the table edge to steady myself.
      Why would he tell me this? I was stupid to ask, to push.
      I remember wel

  I yawn and stretch out on the bed lazily, stirring slowly like a cosy kitten waking after a peaceful slumber. A huge sense of weightless contentment waving over me like a warm blanket in the moments before I fully connect with consciousness. I jump when a large, hot hand gently grips my hip in reaction to my wriggling and scares me half to death. Rousing me fully as I'm not used to waking up beside someone, ever. My heart skips a beat for a second and sends me into instant sweats and floundering panic, deep inside. It all comes back to me in a rush and I blink at an unfamiliar ceiling and a rotating fan that's too close for comfort. Blurry vision clearing to bring my surroundings to me.
      Hazy in my sudden awakening, mouth a similar consistency to a furry carpet and my head aches with the after-effects of far too much alcohol and a night of walking myself to death. I have a monster

  Alexi tilts his head as my lips meet a tad aggressively and cups my jaw with his hand to pull me snugly and comfortably as he ducks lower. Pushing his fingers into the underside of my hair, clamping me to him possessively and taking immediate control. Not that I'm surprised or complaining. I have a serious weakness for this man dominating me the second kissing or sex is involved. Weirdly, as in life, I hate it when he exerts his authority over me at any other time. He's my alpha male though, and in this, I don't want his submission; I want him to devour me. He's his most impressive when he is in control in this way. He makes me feel desirable and addictive when he overpowers me sexually.
      He kisses me softly at first and then opens his lips to tease mine with them and traces my tongue with his. Sensations swirling, making me dizzy and giddy all at once. Waves of flutters rushing f

&quot;Pictures, videos … of you. That scum kept a catalogue of both on every girl he ever …&quot; Alexi cannot formulate the words, so repulsed by what he knows went on in Rick's world and I shudder at the memories, slapped with what I was not expecting him to say.
      I was wrong. It is as bad. Maybe worse.
      My blood runs cold, much like finding out he had my journals and my eyes fly to his, gluing to them in wide-eyed horror. Fear, that he didn't just know of the existence of those things, but he watched them or looked in the folders and piles of disgusting media I knew Rick kept. It's one thing to read about those vile acts and another entirely to see it visually.
      I feel sick to my stomach, instantly paling and hit with a dizzy spell that has me clutching the table edge to steady myself.
      Why would he tell me this? I was stupid to ask, to push.
      I remember well, the hysteria and mess every time that man laid hands on me. He loved nothing more than to docu

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