Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
I swallowed, my mind reeling. Not dead yet. I wanted to press further, force him to tell me exactly where Anya was and what he had planned for her, but there was no forcing this man to do anything. I knew if I kept pushing him now, it would only make things worse—for me and for her, wherever she was being kept. With a deep breath, I settled back on the couch, pretending to focus on the movie.
My eyes followed the scenes playing out on the screen, but the images blurred together, my mind too preoccupied to take in anything. Alexander knew I wasn’t paying attention anymore, but he didn’t comment. Instead, he reached over, taking my legs and stretching them across his lap. He shifted slightly, settling in, utterly relaxed, his eyes fixed on the screen, as though nothing had changed. As though everything was as it should be.
CHAPTER TWELVE
That night had shifted something between us, though I couldn’t quite place what. It was more than just the physical connection. There was an unspoken agreement now, a tether between us that was growing tighter with each passing moment. The next two days passed in a blur of tangled sheets, deeper conversations, and the constant weight of his presence.
It wasn’t that Alexander was around all the time—he wasn’t. He worked from his home office, disappearing behind closed doors for hours at a time, immersed in his endless responsibilities.
Even when I couldn’t physically see him, I could sense his presence lingering in my mind like a shadow. Without fail, he would appear. He always knew where to find me. Before I could even process his arrival, he'd pull me into an embrace. During those days, he would lose himself inside of me no less than twice - often in the late afternoon as the sun cast long shadows across the estate, or in the quiet hours of the morning.
Each time, it was as if he couldn't get enough of me. And I was just as insatiable - responding to him with equal desire despite the internal conflict brewing within me. No matter what task occupied me at the time, when he wanted me, he took me. This occasion was no different. I had been walking from the back deck with a book in my hand, engrossed in learning everything I could about Stygian Isle, enraptured yet disturbed by all the details I absorbed like a sponge.
“There you are,” he murmured.
As soon as his arm was wrapped around my waist, I could feel the electricity between us. His touch sent a jolt of excitement and anticipation down my spine, but I leaned into it, unable to resist the magnetic pull towards him. Despite how suffocating his presence could be at times, I craved it like an addictive drug, completely consumed by his dark charisma. He whispered in my ear, "I have twenty minutes before my next meeting."
In one smooth motion, he gently took the book from my hand and placed it on the end table next to the cozy couch that overlooked a stunning view of the glass doors and beyond. He cupped my face in his large hands and brought his lips down on mine, igniting a passion that mirrored our mutual hunger.
"I need to be inside you," he growled against my mouth.
With practiced ease, he moved my body like a doll, positioning me bent over the back of the couch, facing the tranquil scene of the glimmering lake and distant lighthouse.
His hands swiftly removed all layers of clothing, exposing our skin to the cool air. My dress was lifted over my hips while he pulled aside my underwear. In one swift motion, his slacks and briefs were lowered just enough to free his cock.
His hand traced a path up my thigh, my body already responding with a growing wetness. His touch was like fire, igniting every nerve in my body. "You're always so eager," he praised, his fingers exploring between my legs with practiced ease. He spread me wider and then entered me in one swift motion. My upper body bent further over the large couch, a cry of pain and pleasure tearing from my mouth.
The way he felt inside me, I could not get enough of, even as a part of my mind protested. His powerful arms gripped my hips, holding me steady as he continued to move inside me with precise yet forceful thrusts.
The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, and I could feel the vibrations reverberate through every inch of me. His hands gripped my waist harder, pulling me closer to him with each movement. The cool air had long since left our bodies, replaced with a heat that could only come from the fire between us. "Say my name, Lola.”
"I..." I whimpered, unable to form the words as he drove deeper into me. My mind was in a haze, full of lust and fear all at once. The part of me that knew this wasn’t right was drowned out by the all-consuming need for him. For his touch, his body, his dominance.