I stared at Alexander, and he stared right back at me with his expression completely blank, his dick still out and throbbing, precum still dripping out of it.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

“I am,” he answered calmly, stroking his dick softly, and my eyes dropped down to it. I quickly looked away, locking my jaw. “You know, I try to be this… perfect man. I try to do right by you by being less… me. But that’s not working, Isabella. It’s never going to work. I am Alexander Hayes, and I can't be anyone else but a bastard.”

“Great speech. Now put your pants back on and...