Alex lunged onto me like a madman. The moment his tongue licked my clit, from top to bottom, an insatiable desire ignited within me. I whimpered, my hands clutching his hair, my knees on either side of him on the mattress. His tongue moved inside me as if it were his cock; he tongue-fucked me.

"Oh my God, Alex," I moaned involuntarily.

"God?" He pulled away, raising me up. I was breathless, panting. This man cared about God?

"The God above," I said, breathing heavily, my breasts rising and falling.

His eyes darkened. "I am the one who's beneath you, sucking you, fucking you, bringing you to your pretty orgasms. I am the only god you have here."

"Gross," I said, scrunching my nose. "Can you not ruin my faith?"

"I'm serious, Mia. If you want to praise God, you better put my name in the same sentence. I am your god here. You're mine. Only mine." Before I could respond, he launched himself onto me again. Even though I could breathe perfectly fine, my breath seemed to vanish.

He was animalistic this time, sucking me as if my life depended on it. "Oh," I whimpered as his tongue entered me, fucking me while his eyes never left mine. One hand clutched his hair; I pulled him deeper. I had a bottomless pit of desire when it came to Alex. His cock, his wicked tongue, his rough fingers—I didn't care what he gave me, as long as he gave me something. The outcome was always the same.

"Alex!" I cried. My pulse throbbed with desire, and I felt myself nearing climax. I called out his name as I came all over his tongue. Even though he did the work, I was sweaty and breathless when he pulled out.

I watched him lick his lips, then lick me. My incoherent, dazed thoughts made me bite my lower lip. I had never kissed Alex. I wondered if he would let me if I asked.

Before that thought could reach a conclusion, I was thrown onto the bed, my ass in the air again.

"Alex!" I squealed. "What—what are you doing?"

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" he replied. "Because we're far from it."

Electricity jolted through me when I realized he was stroking his dick behind me, the tip of his hard-on grazing my entrance. He took his time rubbing it against me while I gasped his name in murmurs, feeling my wetness all the way to my inner thigh. Or was it the lingering wetness from my earlier orgasm? I had no clue. All I could feel was him. My body reacted to him as it always did to intense stimulation, and I hated and loved it at the same time.

His dick entered me in one go, and I screamed his name.

"Yes, baby, scream the house down," he said. Thrust. Thrust. Slower thrust. "Tell them all who belongs to you."

"Oh, oh, oh my Alex," I cried. He took his time with each thrust, savoring the moment. My core pulsated.

Four thrusts, and I was done.

"Alex!" My wrists gripped the satin sheets, my cheek pressed against them. His hold on my ass tightened as he spanked one cheek, and I flinched.

"Oh," Another spark, another thrust. "Fuck!"

"Mine," he growled.

"Alex," I breathed. Spank. Another thrust. Spank. "Faster. Please."

"What do I get in return?"

"An orgasm?"

"That I will get anyway."

"Please," I whined.

He picked up the pace. I bit my lower lip to cope with the sudden increase in thrusts. This was all still very new to me. I got sensitive easily, sore even easier. But the desire never ended.

As he continued fucking me like a madman, I felt my climax building again.

"Yes. Yes…" I mumbled, my edge more intense than before, my knees shaking.

"Marry me," his words stole my breath. "Marry me, Mia."

"No," the words flew out before I came undone on his cock. The wave of my orgasm hit me hard, and I collapsed on the bed when he pulled out, breathless and satiated.

When reality returned, the first thing I sensed was his orgasm glistening on my stomach in the dim light. And then, his question: "Marry me, Mia?" "No."

"Alex," I breathed.

"Shut up," he growled. Before I could comprehend, I was in his arms, being lifted.

"What?" I held his neck for support, noticing a cut under his lower lip. "What happened?" I pressed my thumb against it before I could stop myself.

He didn't flinch. "Don't pretend you care, cupcake."

Guilt consumed me as I realized I was being lowered into a tub, and warm water soaked me.

"Help," he said, "with the soreness."

"How—how did you know?"

"I just do."

He looked like he was going to leave, so I held his hand. Contemplating for a long two seconds, he stayed. He sat on the edge of the tub and picked up the shampoo bottle.

I relaxed as he wet my hair and shampooed it. This man—a mafia member—was the one who fucked me, brought me to warm showers, shampooed my hair, and bathed me simply because I asked him to stay.

He took his time, and after he was finished, rinsed me off before lifting me from the shower, not caring that the water wet him and his bathrobe. I missed the warmth of his touch and the water immediately, but before the cold set in, he wrapped me in a towel.

Alex helped me into my clothes while I dried myself. After everything was done, he dressed himself and got me into bed.

"Goodnight, Mia," he said. When he left, my heart leaped out of my chest. I should have asked him to stay the night. I didn't. It was the first time I felt truly alone, and my bed felt empty, even though it had been empty every night since I arrived.

*A/N: ‘My Bully Alpha’—did you guys like it?