Alexander’s body was burning with need, his length straining every time he glanced at her, his desire mounting even without deep thrusts.
Finally, he started to drive into her with deeper, harder strokes, slamming in and pulling out repeatedly.
But he was too slow for the fire that he had ignited in Mia. Her desperation peaked. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back roughly, climbing on top of him, taking control.
Mia was delirious, her eyes closed, hair a tangled mess, her body trembling in desperate need of release.
Without hesitation, she raised her hips and slammed them down on his towering length.
“Ohh!” The moment he slipped inside her, deep and hard, she cried out—but she didn’t stop. She thrust again and again, over and over.
Alexander’s hands gripped her hips tightly, his desire rising hotter than ever. Watching her bounce on him, feeling her wrap around him, was intoxicating—every movement, every tremble, made him hungrier, more desperate.
She had barely caught her breath from her previous release when heat surged through her again.
Alexander climbed over her, flipping her and pressing her front into the bed. Then he thrust inside her again from behind. Her hands clawed at the sheets as he drove into her hard, fast, and deep.
“Ahhhh…” Mia whimpered, her voice breaking as her body shivered uncontrollably. She couldn’t even breathe, yet he was relentless, his hunger undiminished. Sliding up over her, his hands cupped her front, his fingers flicking at her bundle of nerves over and over, drawing loud, shattering cries from her.
“Oh…oh God…oh my God…” she moaned, her knees trembling as the waves of pleasure shook her completely. Just as she cried out, he slammed hard into her again, deep and fast, prolonging her agony, slowing only slightly to build anticipation.
Finally, as he released inside her, she collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. Alexander reached for her, but instead of holding her, he dipped down, taking her swollen bundle of nerves intohis mouth, licking her over and over. She tried to twist away, but he pinned her hips, holding her firmly as he drove her to delirium again.
Even as she cried out, exhausted and trembling, he slipped back inside her, moving with a torturous rhythm, in and out, his thrusts punishing. Her body gripped him tightly, every motion sending them both spiraling.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her cries filling the room, but it wasn’t enough—he pushed harder, relentless in his desire, refusing to be satisfied until every inch of her gave in to him.
Chapter 8 A New Company
Morning light flooded the room.
As Alexander’s eyes slowly opened, the sunlight felt wrong—too bright. He rolled from his back onto his stomach, his arm stretching out instinctively toward the other side of the bed.
His hand met cold sheets.
He froze.
His eyes snapped fully open as he pushed himself up on one elbow, staring at the untouched pillow beside him. The bed was empty.
His heart slammed violently against his ribs.
Alexander sat up at once, scanning the room with sharp, frantic eyes. The curtains swayed gently. Mia’s clothes were gone. The air carried no trace of her warmth.
“She wouldn’t…” he muttered under his breath.
He swung his legs off the bed and strode to the bathroom, yanking the door open.
Empty.
The mirror reflected only him—tense, pale, eyes burning.
Something ugly surged up his spine.
The anger came fast and violent. His chest tightened as his gaze landed on the glass resting near the TV. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbed it, and hurled it to the floor.
It shattered violently.
The crash echoed through the house—but it still wasn’t loud enough to drown out the fury tearing through him.
