Chapter 5 Alexander #2
“I just found out,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous, “that I absolutely fucking love punishing you.”
Mia shivered violently under him as he kissed around her ear, his tongue sweeping across her skin.
“Now,” he murmured, dragging his mouth down her neck, “I need you to defy me more. So I can punish you every time you upset me. Because every punishment I give you…” his hand squeezed her breast as his hips slowly withdrew, “…is going to teach my Mia how to be a good girl for her husband.”
Her body grew weak, trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
“Alexander…” she whispered, voice barely a breath, her hips pushing back helplessly against his thick length.
He slid out of her all the way, then thrust back into her in one deep stroke. He did it again. And again. His pace was torturously slow, each thrust stretching her, consuming her, until she felt like she was losing her body completely.
He still hadn’t reached his release, even after Mia shattered again, and the way she fell apart only made him more impatient.
With a low, rough sound, he caught her leg and shifted her, slipping the pillow from beneath her hips and tossing it aside.
In one controlled motion, he rolled her onto her side.
Before she could steady herself, he was already behind her, driving into her again—hard.
One of his arms hooked under her knee, lifting her leg and folding it against him so he could take her deeper.
His pace was merciless, and Mia’s entire body trembled.
She was so sensitive that within seconds she broke again around him, her release hitting her with a force that made her voice crack.
But he didn’t slow—he held himself inside her, moving through it, dragging it out until it crested again without giving her even a second to recover.
The intensity overwhelmed her. She grabbed the pillow in front of her, burying her face into it, biting down to muffle the scream rising in her throat as he kept taking her with unrestrained force.
Then, suddenly, he shifted again.
He flipped her onto her back, his movements rough with hunger, and rose to his knees in front of her.
His hands closed around both of her legs, lifting them and bracing them over his shoulders as he thrust into her in a deep, brutal rhythm.
The strokes were so forceful that Mia’s eyes watered—so intense she almost cried.
His breathing grew ragged, his body tightening more and more with every second, and finally—his voice breaking—Alexander shuddered and released inside her, making her entire body quake from head to toe.
He let go of her legs slowly, letting them fall back onto the mattress as Mia drew in a shaking breath, finally closing her eyes, thinking it was over. She curled slightly onto her side, her body trembling uncontrollably.
But Alexander wasn’t done.
He moved over her again, lowering himself until his lips brushed her waist. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, trailing his mouth up her body. He reached the soft swell of her chest and lingered there, his hand sliding to cup her from beneath as he lifted her probing bud gently toward his mouth.
His lips closed over her, teasing and drawing her in again and again, his tongue brushing her until her skin tingled and her breath broke.
“Alexander… I can’t… I can’t breathe,” Mia whimpered, her voice thin and shaking.
He lifted his mouth, sliding it up to her collarbone and then to her throat. His hand shifted to grip her jaw, turning her face toward him so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
“I’ll make you breathe,” he murmured, his voice low and dark.
The very next second, he slid back inside her with a hard, deep thrust.
Her entire body jolted as she sucked in a sharp breath—only for it to leave her in the very next second when Alexander began moving inside her at a wild, almost impossible pace.
His rhythm was unrestrained, deep, and merciless, his body driving into hers with a force that made the bed shake beneath them.
His face was tight with control, veins standing out along his neck and arms as he fought to restrain himself, but his movements were anything but restrained.
He finally lifted himself higher, shifting his hold on her.
With a quick twist, he spread her legs wide and pulled them to either side of his body before sliding between them again, caging her in completely.
His hands locked around her lower body, holding her still as he thrust into her over and over, each movement harder than the last.
Mia broke first.
Her soft inner muscles tightened violently around him, and her cry tore from her throat as she fell apart again. “Oh my God—oh God—” she gasped, trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure crashed through her.
Her reaction only made him more desperate.
He growled under his breath and slammed one hand onto the bedframe to steady himself, gripping it until his knuckles went white.
Then both of his hands wrapped around the frame for leverage, and he drove into her with a wild, punishing force that knocked the breath from her lungs.
Mia squeezed her eyes shut as her body arched, the impact hitting the same sensitive place he had touched earlier with his fingers—over and over.
Her release hit her again in a crashing wave, and her body responded helplessly, liquid heat spilling out of her as she shattered. At the very same moment, Alexander groaned—a deep, rough sound—and finally came as well.
His body collapsed over hers, his arms wrapping around her tightly as if he needed to keep her grounded while he continued moving inside her. His hips didn’t stop, only slowed, still rolling into her with long, lingering thrusts that kept her trembling and gasping beneath him.
Mia struggled to steady her breathing, but Alexander lifted his head, still breathless.
He shifted and lifted her with him, flipping their positions effortlessly until she was straddling him. She gasped sharply the moment she sank down onto him, the deepness of the angle making her shiver from head to toe.
But he didn’t give her even a second to adjust.
Alexander’s hips thrust upward in a fierce, driving rhythm, his hands clamping down on her thighs to hold her captive as he lifted her and drove into her again and again.
Each upward thrust made her bounce against him, made her breath break, made her cling to him as pleasure surged violently through her.
She could feel him everywhere—filling her completely, overwhelming every sense she had until her mind blurred. The pleasure was so intense it electrified her skin, tightening her muscles until she could think of nothing, feel nothing, except him and the way he moved through her.
She was close again—seconds away—when his hand suddenly slid from her hip and moved between her legs. His fingers found her most sensitive spot instantly.
“No—” she gasped, grabbing at his wrist to stop him.
But Alexander caught her wrist with his free hand, gripping it easily as his thumb continued its relentless movements. He held her firmly, refusing to let her escape the pleasure he was forcing through her while his hips continued to drive up into her at a maddening speed.
“F-fuck—” Mia’s voice cracked, and she couldn’t even stay upright anymore, her body collapsing forward as another cry tore out of her.
Alexander’s lips curved into a slow, dark smile at the sound of her curse—at the way she shook and clung to him, pulling him in even tighter with every movement.
The more she cried out, the more he lost control.
She tightened around him again—harder, impossibly tight—and his breath broke. A deep, rough groan tore out of him as his control snapped.
And then, with one final, powerful he came again, his release deep and hot inside her just as Mia shattered completely beneath him, her body arching as she broke for the final time, trembling through a helpless, uncontrollable release that pulsed around him.
They stayed like that for a heartbeat, breathing hard, bodies tangled, his forehead resting against hers, both of them shaking.
Slowly, Alexander loosened his hold. His breathing steadied, but his eyes remained dark, intense, overflowing with something fierce and unreadable as he brushed a trembling strand of hair from her cheek.
Without a word, he slid his arms beneath her. Mia let out a soft sound, weak and spent, as he lifted her off the bed. Her head fell against his shoulder, her arms naturally looping around his neck.
He carried her into the bathroom, pushing the glass door open with his foot. The lights were soft, warm, steam already drifting in the air from the bath he had somehow turned on without her noticing.
Alexander lowered her gently into the warm, soothing water and cupped water over her shoulders, brushing her skin with careful, tender strokes.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across her cheek once before leaving the bathroom.
A minute later, he returned—shirtless, but calmer—with a soft dress draped over his arm and a set of underwear he’d taken from the top drawer of her closet. He set them on the counter and then sat beside the tub.
When she was done, he helped her up, wrapping a towel around her body and drying her with patient, unhurried movements.
He carried her back to the bedroom and eased her onto the bed. Then he knelt down in front of her and slipped the underwear up her legs, smoothing the fabric gently against her hips. After that, he helped her into the dress—slow, careful, as if she might break if he moved too roughly.
Only once she was dressed did he stand and pull on a fresh suit. The crisp fabric contrasted with his still-wild eyes, his still-uneven breathing.
When he sat on the edge of the bed, Mia reached for him—hesitant. He exhaled, hooked an arm around her waist, and pulled her into his lap, settling her against his chest. She curled against him, small and warm, feeling his heartbeat under her palm.
Her fingers brushed his jaw as she looked up into his eyes. “Mr. Graves, are you… angry?” she whispered.
Alexander didn’t speak at first. He just stared at her—eyes dark, fierce, still carrying the weight of everything he felt and didn’t say
Finally, his voice came low. Rough. Controlled only by a thread. “Why did you let him stay?”
Mia blinked, dizziness still fogging her thoughts. “Let… who stay?”
His jaw tightened. “Harold.”
Her brows knitted in confusion. “Because… he’s your cousin?”
Alexander’s arm tightened around her waist. His gaze hardened, burning straight into hers.
“That’s it? That’s the only reason?”
His hand came up, his fingers sliding beneath her chin, tilting her face upward. His thumb brushed the corner of her lips, his voice dropping low and dangerous.
“Do you like him?”
Mia froze, speechless for a second. Then at once she said, appalled. “No! How can I like him? He’s your cousin—and Hazel’s friend. I’ve met him, what, twice? Maybe three times now. Don’t talk nonsense!”
Alexander’s eyes didn’t waver. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek, brushing her skin like fire.
“I don’t like him,” he murmured. His lips ghosted over her temple, then down to her cheek, each word a whisper against her skin. “Especially not when he looks at you.”
His thumb traced the outline of her mouth slowly, his tone turning possessive, almost dangerous. “Stay away from him.”
Mia’s pulse quickened under his touch. The intensity in his eyes made her breath catch. They burned—not with anger, but something deeper. Possessiveness. Obsession. The kind that stripped away logic.
“Mr. Graves…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t look at me like that.”
Alexander’s head tilted slightly, lips brushing the edge of her jaw. “Like what?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.
Her breath hitched. “Like this…” she breathed, barely audible.
A faint smirk curved his lips. Before she could take another breath, he kissed her again—deeper, hungrier. His lips trailed downward, tracing the line of her throat before biting, then sucking, hard enough to make her gasp.
“AH—Alexander Graves!” she snapped, trying to push at his chest when the sting became too sharp. Her cheeks burned as she twisted away, breathless. “If you keep doing this, I won’t let you kiss me ever again!”
Alexander froze mid-motion, his breath still warm against her neck. Then, slowly, he straightened. The faintest smirk curved his mouth, his eyes glinting darkly.
“What did you just call me?”