Page 77 of Stolen Hearts
I bite back the urge to respond when Alexander’s eyes narrow at me.
Why doesn’t Alexander already know this?
What else aren’t they telling him?
Paul throws me a look.See? Two can play your game.
“I’ll agree to the physical versions and this cover, but only if all the proceeds go to the RAINN organization.”
Alexander turns the iPad around for Paul to see before handing it back to him.
“We won’t convince the writers to part with their share of the royalties.” Paul’s hesitance is clear.
Alexander kicks a rock by his foot.
“Well, I want a guarantee from the label that all the profits from our side are directed to RAINN.” His voice gets more elevated with each word, causing the crew members behind him to turn and look.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Paul says, speaking in a hushed tone.
Lucy marches back toward us, her red hair blowing across her face as she grips something blue under her arm.
“This is all wardrobe had, I’m afraid.” Lucy hands over a long-sleeved police shirt. The gold police badge, strapped above the left pocket, wobbles as Alexander lifts it up in front of him to inspect it.
“This is perfect,” he says, passing it to me with a wink.
I slide it on as Alexander motions to me to move toward the shuttle van that brought us here this morning.
“Fancy a game of role-play when we get back to the hotel?” A mischievous smile widens across his face.
This was not exactly what I’d envisioned when Alexander said role-play.
I’m cuffed to his bed, naked, with a sock shoved in my mouth to stop me from speaking. The low light from the bathroomhighlights Alexander’s washboard abs, visible through the unbuttoned cop shirt. His lower half is completely naked and his penis throbs as it points directly at me.
“You’ve been a bad boy!”
The growl in his voice does nothing to stop my cock from throbbing in anticipation.
I start to respond, but the sock stifles my words.
Though my body has longed to be intimate with Alexander again, despite my brain’s best efforts to fight my primal needs, I feel discomfort rising in my chest at how powerless I feel in this situation.
“No use begging for mercy now.”
Alexander slowly moves toward me. He climbs on top of the bed, running his cold hand up my left leg, but stops just short of my cock, which is now pulsating and desperate for attention.
“Uh-uh.” He waves his finger at me when I thrust my hips upward toward his hand.
He instead reaches for the strawberry lube, squirting it into his hand before slowly rubbing it up and down on my shaft. His firm grip immediately edges me into a state of ecstasy, pulling all the blood away from my brain toward my cock and taking my concerned thoughts with it.
I thrust up again and Alexander pushes my body back down.
“Uh-uh. I’m the one in control now.” He waves his finger at me once more.
Alexander’s hand moves faster and faster and my balls swell with each successive glide up and down my shaft. I feel myself getting close and thrust my hips up against the grip of his hand.
Alexander withdraws his hand as the precum leaves my cock, just before I climax, forcing my load back down.
What a prick tease.
