Chapter 10 Quench My Hunger #3
Then his hand drifted lower—over her shoulder, along her arm, tracing the delicate skin of her inner wrist. Soft. Slow. Possessive.
Her breath caught, her fingers curling into the sheets. She felt exposed under his gaze, every inch of her reacting.
His hand slid to her waist, then down toward her hip, and before she had time to understand what he was reaching for, his arm moved behind her.
In one swift, decisive motion, he pulled the phone from her grip.
“Mr. Graves—you can’t—You can’t do that!” Mia burst out, leaning forward in panic. Her hands scrambled to block his view. “That’s my privacy!”
But he had already tilted the phone up.
His eyes scanned the screen once. Twice. And then his expression changed.
A cold thread of tension slid through the room.
He looked at her again, jaw tightening, eyes burning into hers. He simply tossed the phone behind him on the bed and looked back at her with an expression that made her breath halt.
Mia’s cheeks burned, her face so hot she could feel it in her ears. She tried to smile, weakly, nervously. “Mr. Graves, I told you… right? I’m still very young. I’m still learning about the world… and my… m-mistakes?” she whispered, sounding both scared and innocent.
That didn’t soften him at all. His gaze grew even more penetrating.
Alexander moved closer—so close she had to tilt her head back until it met the headboard. Her breath came in short, shallow pulls.
His hand slid to her ankle, wrapped around it firmly, and with one sudden pull, he dragged her toward him. Mia let out a startled sound as her body slid forward, her hands flying behind her to steady herself.
Before she could recover, he was already over her—fully clothed, completely dominant, his presence swallowing the space around her. His hand reached up to his collar, loosening his tie with one hand as he stared down at her.
“And what exactly,” he murmured, lowering his face just enough for her to feel his breath, “is my Mia learning from… this?”
Her entire body trembled. The air felt too thick to breathe.
“That you have work duties… and in your work… duties… you have to get on your knees and—”
The look in Alexander’s eyes turned lethal.
Mia froze. Her breath stopped.
Her mouth snapped shut as horror washed over her. “I—I mean—” she fumbled, hands flailing a little as she tried to fix her words, “you have to work very hard… to make sure your boss is satisfied.”
Alexander’s brow lifted dangerously.
“Satisfied?” he repeated, his voice dipping lower.
Mia swallowed hard, her throat tightening, chest tightening with nerves she couldn’t hide.
He leaned down, his breath brushing her lips.
“But Mia,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr, “aren’t you my secretary now?” He arched a brow, eyes darkening. “Tell me then… how is this personal secretary going to satisfy her boss?”
She opened her mouth—to breathe, to explain, to say anything—
But he didn’t give her a single second.
He caught her lips in a fierce, breath-stealing kiss. His hand cupped her jaw as he kissed her hard, claiming, punishing. She couldn’t inhale, couldn’t think—could only hold onto him until he finally pulled back on his own terms, only when his desire was satisfied.
When he lifted his head, her lips tingled, swollen, sensitive, every nerve awake.
His hands were already pushing up her dress, bunching the fabric around her waist with impatient, possessive movements.
“Mr. Graves—” Mia pushed weakly at his shoulder, breathless, “you just got home… why are you kissing me like this the moment you walk in?”
Alexander didn’t even pause. His hand slid along her hip, fingers tightening before delivering a sharp slap that made her gasp out loud.
“You are my wife,” he whispered roughly against her ear, breath hot. “Who else should I kiss the moment I come home?”
He leaned in again to kiss her with the same rough hunger, but she pushed lightly at him again, cheeks burning, breath uneven.
“Don’t you think you’ve become strange lately?” she whispered shakily. “When I first came here, you were gentle… so polite… and now you don’t leave me alone even for a moment.”
Alexander’s expression shifted—dangerous, possessive.
“And it’s still not enough to quench my hunger for you,” he muttered.
He pinned her down again, his body covering hers in a way that made her breath stall. His mouth claimed hers with consuming pressure, kissing her as if he wanted to erase every trace of distance between them.
His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth, his breath warm and dangerously steady as he leaned in, letting his words sink into her skin before they ever reached her ears.
“And since you don’t listen to me…” he murmured, his tone low and edged with warning.
His hand slid down her thigh, fingers tightening just enough to make her inhale sharply.
His lips hovered a hair’s breadth from hers as he added, voice dark and intimate, “maybe you enjoy getting punished… just to see how far I’ll go. ”
Alexander’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and dangerously calm.
“Since my Mia wants to learn and grow from her mistakes so badly… then gladly I’ll teach you how to be a better wife.”