Chapter 17 Don’t Leave Me
This time, she didn’t hesitate.
The kiss deepened. His hand slid from the railing to her waist, fingers tightening slightly as if to steady himself. The world narrowed to the warmth of his mouth, the quiet hum of the yacht, and the distant glow of the city behind them.
Her heartbeat raced as she pulled back just enough to look at him, her eyes bright, her breath uneven.
Something softened in Alexander’s expression at the sight. His thumb brushed lightly along her jaw before he leaned in again, kissing her slower this time, then trailing his lips along her cheek, down her jaw, and to the sensitive curve of her neck.
Mia’s breath hitched. Her fingers curled into his shirt instinctively.
The faint taste of champagne lingered on her skin. Alexander took the glass from her hand, took a sip himself, then leaned down again—letting a single drop slip along her chin and down her neck.
His mouth followed it.
Mia clutched at him, breathless, the river rocking gently beneath them, the stars and city lights blurring into something distant and unreal.
Alexander’s mouth trailed back up to meet hers, his tongue stroking the corner of her lower lip before he took it between his lips and sucked hungrily.
He covered her mouth with his own, devouring her lips, soaking her breath, then tilted his head and repeated the same slow torment on her upper lip.
Mia could barely breathe. His kisses were rough, consuming. He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her again and again, leaving her gasping and whimpering into his mouth.
Then she felt his hand grip the hem of her dress and tug it upward. The moment the fabric reached her waist, she shot her hands down, trying to hold it in place.
“Alexander, we are in the open,” she whispered, the sound of water surrounding them, the lights of the yacht glowing around her.
Alexander pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “Do you see anyone around?” he asked calmly. “It is only you and me here.”
Before she could respond, he grabbed the dress and, in one smooth motion, pulled it over her head. The fabric fell to the ground at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her bra and panties.
His eyes dragged over her body openly, shamelessly, so filthy that heat rushed to her face. She blushed and turned away instinctively, crossing her arms to cover herself before looking back at him.
“Mr. Graves, stop looking at me like that.”
Alexander licked his lips, his gaze roaming over her like a predator eyeing prey. “And how else do you expect me to look at you?” he said.
Her breath hitched when their eyes met. She tried to step back, but he caught her by the waist, spun her around, and took both her hands, pressing them against the cool metal of the yacht.
“Hold,” he ordered.
His hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders, then down her back.
Mia trembled, her grip tightening on the metal as his palm traced lower, skimming her hips before slipping between her legs for a brief, delicate stroke.
He rubbed her softly, just once, then withdrew, letting his fingertips trail over her exposed skin.
Mia gasped, arching back into him without thinking.
The sharp smack against her hips came instantly.
“Don’t move,” he said low, leaning close to her ear. “If you move, you will be punished. You do not want to be punished, do you?”
She swallowed hard at the cold promise in his voice and shook her head.
He stepped back for a moment, just long enough for her to catch a breath, then slid his hand between her legs again. This time his fingers moved back and forth over the thin fabric until it was unmistakably wet beneath his touch.
“Look how hungry you are for me,” he murmured with a smirk. “Just a few strokes, and you are already this wet.”
Mia could barely breathe, her body trembling under his gaze. She dared not speak as Alexander’s hand unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and down her elbows.
Alexander’s fingers returned between her legs, moving back and forth with repeated, soft strokes.
“Mhhmmm,” the helpless sound escaped her lips as her knees buckled. She nearly fell, but another sharp smack landed on her hip, reminding her of the punishment for even the smallest misstep.
He sank to the ground between her legs. He pulled down her underwear and tossed it aside. Then, his mouth claimed her, tracing and licking her channel with insatiable hunger.
“Ahhh…” Mia’s body shook violently, pressing down against him as if to fuel his relentless desire.
Her knees scrambled for balance, but she couldn’t stop herself from moving against him.
He held her hips firmly, devouring her with an almost merciless persistence.
Just as she teetered on the edge of release, he pulled away, leaving her gasping and trembling, knees weak beneath her.
Alexander’s hands gripped her waist to steady her, then lifted one leg over his shoulder. He bent closer, taking her peaks into his mouth one by one, teasing and sucking them with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.
He stopped her pleasure at the very last moment, letting her writhe in torment under his control.
“Ohhh…!”
Her thighs pressed together instinctively, overwhelmed, but he remained relentless. At the height of her frustration, he pulled away once more, leaving her gasping, trembling, and utterly powerless beneath him. Mia pressed herself weakly against the railing, unable to resist.
Without a word, Alexander lifted her into his arms and carried her to the other side of the yacht. He set her gently on one of the chairs and then positioned himself beside her.
“I haven’t washed my hair yet,” he said, his voice calm but edged with authority. “Will you help me?”
Mia’s jaw dropped. She was completely naked in front of him, and he was asking her… to wash his hair? Her mind scrambled, but Alexander didn’t wait for her response.
He bent down, and lifted her in his arms again, carrying her to the bathroom.
As they entered, he let her fall to her feet.
He then set a chair by the sink, and arranged a towel as a pillow for his head.
The sink’s height made it easy for him to rest his head comfortably.
He removed his shirt, then took off his pants before settling onto the chair.
He lifted the showerhead, letting warm water cascade over him, running through his hair and down his body.
Mia’s eyes traced every line of him. His abs were sharp, muscles flexing with each movement, and his head leaned back, eyes closed, completely at ease and utterly irresistible. The erotic sight made her breath hitch.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, voice low and commanding. “Come on.”
Mia jerked out of her shock and quickly approached him, lowering herself slightly to reach his hair. She took the shampoo in her hands, massaging it into his scalp, her fingers moving carefully through his damp hair.
What she didn’t realize was that Alexander had opened his eyes, and the sight of her chest exposed so close to his face made his hunger flare like never before.
Before she could react, his mouth darted to her peaks, biting and flicking them one by one.
“Ahhhh!” Mia gasped, trembling under his touch.
But Alexander was relentless. He gripped her waist, pulling her closer, and his mouth devoured her with repeated, hungry flicks and licks. Her gasps and moans only seemed to fuel his desire.
Mia ran her fingers through his hair, carefully massaging the shampoo in as the water rinsed away the suds.
But the moment the water washed away the last of the soap, Alexander grabbed her leg that was closest to him, lifted it and draped it over his thighs.
There was no barrier between them now—his body pressed against hers, both arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
She gasped in surprise. His thick, hot girth pressing against her.
“Go on… wash it once more,” Alexander murmured, his voice low and commanding, a growl threading through it.
Mia licked her lips, her body trembling.
She picked up the shampoo again, and then slid her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.
His eyes fell closed, but his hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer.
Then, without warning, she felt him angle himself against her, his thick length pressing at her entrance before he thrust inside her roughly in one, deep stroke.
She cried out, her hand shooting to his shoulder to steady herself as water and soap ran across their bodies. Alexander didn’t care—he pressed her closer, making her ride him while her fingers tangled in his hair.
“Wash my hair,” he growled, his voice sharp and hungry as he forced her hips to move up and down, taking in his burning rod.
Mia lifted the showerhead, letting water cascade over him, drenching his hair, shoulders, and even dripping onto her.
Just as she started to tremble, her lower body quivering, he stood, carrying her briefly before dropping her onto the chair he had been sitting on. In one swift movement, he grabbed both her legs, positioned them over his shoulders, and thrust into her with merciless speed.
“Ahhh! Hhhhaaahh!” Mia cried, her body trembling under his precise, relentless thrusts. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she felt herself giving in completely—but it still wasn’t enough for him.
Alexander pulled her to her feet again, repositioning her so her upper body pressed over the chair, hips arched high, and claimed her from behind. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he drove into her hard and fast, again and again, leaving her trembling, gasping, and utterly consumed.
“Oh goddd!” Mia cried, her body trembling so violently she could barely breathe. Alexander was merciless, uncontrollable, thrusting in and out of her with a hunger that left her breathless. She released herself onto him once again, shivering in pleasure.
Alexander’s impatience flared as her heat poured over him.