Chapter 4 A Train Wreck #2
Without a word, his hands gripped her hips and lifted her effortlessly.
Her back hit the wall, a faint thud echoing behind her.
Shock rippled through her as her breath stuttered.
Her hands flew to his shoulders for balance, but before she could even think, her legs tightened around his waist on instinct, drawing him closer.
The air between them thickened. His body heat pressed into her, his scent filling the small space between their mouths.
Alexander’s palms slid over her, one gripping her thigh, the other rising. He caught the loosened end of his tie, pulled it up, and in one smooth motion, looped it around her wrists.
Then his mouth crashed onto hers.
Mia gasped, her lips parting in surprise, but he didn’t stop—his kiss was fierce, hungry, almost punishing.
He devoured her breath, stealing every sound she tried to make.
Her fingers curled helplessly into his shirt, her mind spiraling as his lips moved over hers again and again until she could no longer think, only feel.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers for a heartbeat. His breath was rough, uneven. Hers came in shallow, trembling gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes—dazed.
Alexander lifted his head, his gaze locking on her. Jealousy simmered there. His thumb brushed the side of her cheek, but the tension in his jaw never eased.
“Why do you always try to upset me?” he asked, his voice low, threaded with heat and frustration. His hand slid to her jaw, keeping her face lifted toward him as he stared down at her.
Mia blinked, her eyes widening in surprise. “That’s not—”
He cut her off, leaning in, his breath brushing her lips.
“Am I not good enough to be your husband?”
She flinched.
His hand slid under the hem of her dress in one sudden movement.
“Mr. Graves…”
His fingers climbed slowly, brushing along her bare thigh, gliding higher over the thin line of her panties, then up to her waist. Her skin shivered violently under his touch, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she trembled.
“It’s… tickling, Mr. Graves,” she whispered, trying to push his hand away from her waist.
But instead of stopping, he leaned forward, pressing her back deeper against the wall, making her body arch toward him.
The next second, his face dipped into her neckline.
Mia gasped.
He kissed, tasted, licked along the curve of her throat, dragging his tongue up to her ear before tracing every inch of her skin. Her neck turned warm and flushed under his mouth, her breath shortening with every stroke.
His hand moved again—sliding out from under her dress, up the outside, until he reached the top. His fingers found the knot securing her neckline.
Without hesitation, he tugged.
The knot loosened in a soft pull. Her dress slackened instantly, slipping off her shoulder, then her chest—falling open as she gasped.
“Mr. Graves—” she whispered, grabbing his arm. “Let’s do it at night”
He lifted his face from her neck, jealousy still burning hot in his eyes. One hand cupped the back of her head to keep her steady as he stared into her.
“Mia,” he said slowly, voice deep and thick with heat, “girls who are getting punished don’t get to decide when or how they’re punished.”
His jealousy was uncontrollable now, alive in every breath he took. The more he thought of Harold near her, the more it twisted in his chest.
“Mr. Graves,” Mia whispered, trying to push against him. “We shouldn’t be in your bedroom right now. Harold and your mom are—”
His patience snapped.
His hand gripped her dress and he pulled—hard.
The fabric slid off her completely, pooling at her feet. The sudden cold hit her body, making her gasp and stare at him in shock.
But his eyes were blazing.
The cold air hit her bare skin, making Mia flinch as her eyes lifted to Alexander in shock. “Mr. Graves—”
But Alexander’s eyes were already burning, jealousy flaring so violently it almost swallowed the space between them.
Ever since he had seen her with Harold, that jealousy had been alive inside him…
simmering, waiting. And today—after knowing Harold’s true intentions—it had finally snapped its leash.
Before she could say another word, he grabbed her wrists and hauled her closer.
“You need to be punished,” he said, voice low and trembling with fury. “So you remember who your husband is.”
He pulled her away from the wall and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. Her heartbeat hammered as he tossed her onto the mattress.
His hand shot up to the loose tie hanging around his neck. With a sharp pull, he stripped it off.
Before she realized what was happening, both her wrists were captured, drawn high above her head. The silk wrapped around her, tightening with ease. Bound against the headboard, she lay trembling—bare, vulnerable, wearing only the thinnest piece of fabric between his hunger and her skin.
Heat crawled up Mia’s neck, her cheeks flushing deep red. Her body shivered under the weight of his stare. But Alexander seemed completely blind to her nervousness, her trembling, her shyness.
The jealousy burning inside him drowned out everything else—every breath tighter than the last.
His hand moved, gripping her remaining clothing. He hooked a finger into the waistband and pulled it down her legs, the soft fabric whispering along her skin until it was gone.
Mia gasped, instinctively trying to close her legs. “Mr. Graves, it’s the middle of the day—”
He froze only for a second.
Then his eyes locked onto hers, hotter than before.
“So?” His voice was rough, raw. “I can’t touch my wife whenever I want?”
His voice wasn’t calm—it carried a rough edge, a mix of anger and desire that made her body tremble. He had never looked at her like this before. The intensity in his gaze felt almost dangerous, as if he wanted to consume her completely, erase everything in her mind except him.
Alexander climbed over her, caging her beneath his body. One hand lifted to her face—shockingly gentle, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth.
“You did something wrong,” he murmured, leaning closer, breath warm against her lips. “And when you make a mistake… you have to be punished.”
She swallowed hard, confusion and heat tangling inside her. Before she could ask what he meant—
He moved.
He lowered his mouth to her body.
He kissed her hungrily, starting at her collarbone and moving downward. His lips traced a path along her chest, her stomach, her sides. His hands followed the shape of her body, gliding over her waist and hips with a control that only made the heat in her chest coil tighter.
Her breaths turned wild, uncontrollable, her voice breaking against her will.
“Ah—” The sound escaped her lips.
Alexander’s head snapped up. His eyes locked onto hers, intense enough to steal her breath.
“You have to keep your voice down,” he whispered. His lips brushed the soft skin of her chest. “You don’t want anyone hearing what your husband is doing to you… do you, Mia?”
Her pulse jumped. She swallowed hard, her body trembling as she gave a quick, shaky nod.
A satisfied expression settled on his face, a look so possessive it made her shiver.
That alone was enough for him to lower his hand again, letting the heat of his palm glide over her chest. His fingers cupped one soft mound, squeezing lightly, while his other hand closed over the other breast.
Then his mouth followed.
He lowered his head and caught her sensitive nub between his lips. His tongue circled around it slowly, teasing the tender tip before he sucked gently. Then harder.
Mia sucked in a sharp breath. Her whole body trembled, her back trying to arch, but she couldn’t steady herself.
A knowing expression appeared on his face—something dark, something that made her shiver—as if he was deliberately testing how far he could push her.
Mia’s body trembled uncontrollably as she arched her back, trying to move closer to him, but the tie around her wrists held her down. He continued to lick and suck, and the more she tried to bury her sounds in her throat, the more intensely his mouth worked against her.
“A-Alexander…”
She looked down at him, her voice trembling, desperate. And just when she needed him most, when her body strained toward him, he released the soft bud with a wet, deliberate pull, almost as if he was tormenting her on purpose.
But he didn’t look up at her. He simply moved to her other mound, giving it the same attention.
He kissed the curve first, then began to lick slowly around the soft skin, savoring every inch as if memorizing it. Mia felt every stroke of his tongue like fire sliding over her. His lips worshiped her body with an unhurried hunger, leaving her unable to think or breathe properly.
His mouth trailed upward next.
Over her shoulder.
Across the sensitive skin of her upper arms.
He kissed and licked everywhere, as if every inch belonged to him alone.
When he reached her neck, she shuddered. Alexander pressed soft kisses along the side of her throat, then sucked gently on the skin until it turned red—then darker. His tongue soothed the spot before he kissed it again, sending another wave of trembling heat through her.
Then his mouth drifted downward.
Across her collarbone, down between her breasts, lower, over the soft skin of her stomach.
Her body twitched when he kissed near her belly.
The muscles tightened under his mouth as he traced the dip of her waist. When he reached her belly button, his lips brushed over it softly before his tongue slid in and out in slow, teasing strokes that made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat.
Her hips stretched, making her scramble uselessly. It didn’t matter—he was stronger, and his warm breath slid over her stomach as his mouth moved lower, licking and sucking until blue and red marks bloomed across her soft skin.
“Alexander… please…” Mia trembled under his gaze, fighting for breath.
Her hips arched up on their own, and it was becoming impossible to hold her moans inside.
He kept tormenting her, deliberately pushing her until a sound finally slipped past her lips.
No matter how hard she tried to bury it, he made it impossible to keep quiet.
“Someone will hear me,” she whispered, trying to steady her voice.
Alexander didn’t hear a single word—or pretended not to. His head kept lowering, sinking between her thighs. Only when he reached her aching core did he finally look up. She tried to hide what he had done to her, but the wetness between her legs gave him all the evidence he needed.
His hands tightened around her thighs as he stared up at her. “When good girls act bad, they get punished,” Alexander growled, his eyes darkening. “They need to be taught a lesson.”
Mia trembled beneath that look, confusion flickering in her eyes—until the next second, she understood exactly what he meant. His face dipped back between her thighs, and his mouth found her burning, throbbing core. His lips closed around her, and he dragged his tongue over her again and again.
Then his fingers slid inside her without warning, lifting her legs as he did. Mia moaned loudly, her body reacting instantly to the sudden intrusion. He grabbed a pillow beside them and shoved it under her hips, raising them so his fingers could drive in and out of her even deeper, faster.
“Oh God—” Mia’s cry tore out of her as she twisted her hips, but it was useless.
His mouth was sealed on her, licking her center relentlessly, making it impossible to muffle the sounds spilling from her lips.
She tried to twist away, but he held both her legs firmly, keeping her exactly where he wanted her while his mouth and fingers devoured her.
His fingers reached the deepest part of her and curled inside her. An instant later, a sharp, intense jolt shot through her entire body. The sensation was unfamiliar, overwhelming, nothing she had ever felt before.
Mia almost collapsed as a scream ripped from her throat, followed by a sudden rush of liquid streaming out of her.
Alexander pulled his head back, watching as the water poured from her and soaked the sheets beneath them.
She trembled all over, looking up at Alexander with a mixture of worry, confusion, and a pleasure so intense her voice shook.
“Did I just—” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word, staring at him in shock.
Alexander smirked at the expression on her face, and before she could even process what had happened, his fingers slid inside her again.
He twisted them, turned them, drove them in and out with deliberate rhythm, curving them just right to hit that same spot inside her that made her body jolt. His mouth lowered to her soft skin once more, his lips closing over the sensitive nub as he licked it again and again.
Mia’s mouth fell open. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her wrists strained against the restraints holding her captive while her hips tried—desperately—to lift away from the overwhelming touch of his mouth. But it was pointless. He kept licking her, and his fingers kept thrusting inside her, faster, deeper.
Within moments, she came again—harder than she ever had before. A stream of liquid poured out of her, soaking the bed beneath them. She was left breathless, her throat raw from trying to hold back the scream that still clawed up her chest.
“Alexander… please…” she gasped, her body trembling violently as she looked down at him. Her voice came out hoarse.
Alexander didn’t even look at her face. His eyes were locked on her swollen, aching core. His gaze traced over the mess she had made—wetting even the expensive suit he still wore. Then his thumb found her nub again, circling it slowly, deliberately.
“Oh God—” Mia almost screamed, choking back the sound by turning her face toward her tied arm, biting down on it to muffle the cry that threatened to echo through the entire house.
Her muffled desperation only seemed to fuel him. Alexander immediately lowered his head again, licking her with hungry intent. His tongue moved over her repeatedly, while his fingers thrust inside her again, pushing in and out in relentless rhythm.
Within minutes, she was gasping again. The bed soaked beneath her as another wave crashed through her—shorter than the last, but even more intense. And this time, the stream didn’t stop.