Just as she started to tremble, her lower body quivering, he stood, carrying her briefly before dropping her onto the chair he had been sitting on. In one swift movement, he grabbed both her legs, positioned them over his shoulders, and thrust into her with merciless speed.
“Ahhh! Hhhhaaahh!” Mia cried, her body trembling under his precise, relentless thrusts. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she felt herself giving in completely—but it still wasn’t enough for him.
Alexander pulled her to her feet again, repositioning her so her upper body pressed over the chair, hips arched high, and claimed her from behind. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he drove into her hard and fast, again and again, leaving her trembling, gasping, and utterly consumed.
“Oh goddd!” Mia cried, her body trembling so violently she could barely breathe. Alexander was merciless, uncontrollable, thrusting in and out of her with a hunger that left her breathless. She released herself onto him once again, shivering in pleasure.
Alexander’s impatience flared as her heat poured over him.
Pulling out, he remained fully hard, towering over her. Without hesitation, he bent down and lifted her into his arms, eager to claim her again. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, and his hands gripped her hips, slamming her down on his shaft repeatedly even as he stormed out of the bathroom.
“Ahhh…” her cries echoed in the silence.
He carried her out in the open, where the night air was colder. The sound of the ocean and the fresh scent of the sea sharpened every sensation.
He lowered her onto one of the lounge chairs, sliding himself into her softness again, adjusting her hips to the perfect angle.
Each thrust drove them both higher, until she cried out and released herself once more.
Even then, it was not enough. Alexander twisted her, dragging her off the chair. He sat down and positioned her over his body, holding her firmly as their eyes met. “Ride me,” he growled.
Mia barely had time to catch her breath as he grabbed her hips and dragged them over his shaft, making her straddle him. The next moment, he thrust into her mercilessly, every movement precise, controlling, and punishing in the way that drove her wild.
It was past midnight when Mia’s eyes fluttered open in bed.
For a moment, she didn’t move. Alexander was asleep beside her, his head resting against her chest, his breath warm where it brushed her skin. One arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, fingers curled, his leg draped over hers.
His breathing was slow, steady. Peaceful.
Carefully, Mia slipped her fingers between them and eased herself free inch by inch, holding her breath so she wouldn’t wake him. When his arm finally loosened, she slid out of bed, the sheets whispering softly beneath her movements.
She pulled on a light robe and stepped outside, climbing up to the open deck above.
The night air kissed her skin. The ocean stretched endlessly in every direction—dark, quiet, alive—its surface broken only by the gentle roll of the yacht and the faint shimmer of starlight overhead. The world felt vast and still, as if they were the only two people in it.
Her phone felt heavier than it should have in her hand.
She checked the time.
2:00 a.m.
After a brief hesitation, she dialed Hazel’s number.
To her surprise, Hazel answered immediately. Loud music thumped through the speaker, layered with laughter and voices.
Mia frowned. “You’re not sleeping?”
Hazel laughed loudly. “Are you out of your mind? Why would I be sleeping on a weekend when I’m this young?”
There was a pause. Then Hazel’s tone sharpened, curiosity slipping in.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “Where are you right now?”
Mia glanced around instinctively. The deck was wrapped in darkness, broken only by the soft glow of yacht lights. The steady sound of water surrounded her, waves brushing gently against the hull.
“I’m on a yacht with Alexander,” she said quietly.
“What?” Hazel gasped. “Why are you on a yacht? Did you invite others too? Friends? Family? Why the hell didn’t you take me if you’re having a yacht party?!”
