Alexander's POV

Last night, my little kitten spoke words I would give my life to hear again. I love you. But do I believe them? No. I never believe words, only actions.

She was drunk, after all. Maybe she meant them for someone else—though I’ll rip that man’s throat out and fuck her in his blood until she says those words to me and only me. But deep down, I know the truth. Those words were meant for me.

And now, she will prove them.

She’s the one good thing that has ever happened to me. My perfect little pet. Mine to keep, mine to break, mine to worship. I will make sure she understands that.

I rise from the chair, the slow creak of the wood echoing through the dimly lit bedroom. She’s still restrained, her delicate wrists cuffed to the bedframe, her legs bound in silk ropes, spread open just for me. The sight of her, helpless and vulnerable, makes something dark and primal coil inside me.

Her breathing quickens as I trail my knuckles up her trembling thigh, the heat of her skin burning against my touch.

When my fingers finally brush against her slick folds, she gasps, arching against the restraints. She’s already soaked, her body betraying her. My filthy little kitten.

I drag my finger up her slit, teasing her swollen clit before pulling away. She whimpers at the loss, her hips shifting as if seeking my touch again. I smirk, raising my wet finger to my lips, tasting her.

Her flavor is intoxicating—sweet and sinful.

"You’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you?" I murmur, watching her nipples pebble from the sound of my voice alone.

She squirms, eyes wide, lips trembling, but she doesn’t deny it.

I lean back, opening the drawer beside the bed, retrieving the toy I bought just for her—a sleek pink vibrator. Her breath hitches as she sees it, realization dawning in those innocent yet tainted eyes.

When I turn it on, the low buzz fills the room. Her chest rises and falls in anticipation. I press it to one hardened nipple, circling slow and deliberate. She moans. Good. But I want her screaming.

Dragging it lower, I hover over her aching clit. The second it makes contact, she cries out, body jerking against the bonds. She’s so fucking sensitive. So easy to break.

But right when she’s about to come, I pull away.

A frustrated sob escapes her lips, her eyes glossy with desperation. Perfect.

"Please," she begs. Her voice is breathy, broken. My cock throbs at the sound.

I grip her chin, forcing her teary gaze to meet mine. "Do you remember what you told me last night, kotenok?"

She nods frantically.

"And what was it?" I drag the vibrator along her slit again, teasing her entrance, watching her thighs shake.

"I—I told you that I… I love you," she pants, her voice barely above a whisper.

I grin, satisfied. "Good girl."

She whimpers at my praise, body trembling on the edge. I pull the vibrator away again, denying her.

"Alex, please," she begs again, her voice desperate.

Fuck. The way she pleads for me. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. Her eyes darken, locked on my every move.

"Open your mouth and make it good, kotenok. Maybe then, I’ll give you what you need."

She obeys.

—

After breaking her apart over and over again, after watching her body crumble beneath me, after hearing her moan my name like a prayer, she’s finally exhausted. Her breaths come in shallow pants, her body boneless against me.

I undo the restraints, pulling her into my arms. She melts into me, her face nuzzling against my chest.

The words leave her lips so softly, I almost don’t hear them.

"I love you, Alexander…"

My grip tightens around her. I exhale through my nose, something foreign twisting in my chest. Something dangerously close to tenderness.

I press a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too, Emily."

But then I pull back, gripping her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at me. "If you ever stop saying those words, kotenok, I will sew your lips shut until you remember how to."

She shudders, but there’s no fear in her eyes. Only submission. Good girl.

She falls asleep against me, lost in exhaustion. I watch her for a while before forcing myself to leave the bed.

As I step into the shower, washing away the remnants of our sins, my phone vibrates on the counter.

I answer without thinking.

A voice I haven’t heard in years slithers through the speaker, sending ice through my veins.

"Long time, Alexander."

I freeze.

I know that voice.

I clench my jaw, my grip tightening on the phone. "Dedushka."

My grandfather chuckles darkly. "Don’t tell me you didn’t miss me."

I don’t respond. I just end the call and throw my phone against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces.

The past I’ve been running from has finally caught up to me.

Author's Note

♥︎ Dark. Twisted. Obsessive. That’s Alexander. ♥︎

Emily is caught in a storm she can’t escape, torn between the monster who owns her body and the man who steals her soul. Love and obsession blur, and the deeper she falls, the harder it is to tell them apart.

This story isn’t about sweet romance—it’s about power, control, and the lengths a man will go to keep what’s his. If you’re here for a love that hurts just as much as it heals, welcome to the darkness.

♥︎ Read at your own risk. ♥︎