Chapter 8
Alexander
You melted for me—finally. All that careful distance you’d kept for months, all that silence in meetings and fake indifference in hallways… gone. Just like your breath when I pinned you to the glass.
I carried you through the corridor like you weighed nothing, like you were already mine. Your legs locked around my waist, arms around my neck, lips dragging down my throat as you whispered my name like a sin.
The penthouse doors swung open, and I didn’t stop.
I didn’t want to slow. I wanted you ruined.
I slammed you against the wall, your moan punching straight through my control. I gripped your wrists above your head with one hand, the other tugging at the zipper of that dress.
"You’ve got no idea how long I’ve waited to do this," I rasped against your jaw. “You think I didn’t notice you? You think I didn’t want to bend you over my desk every time you walked past me in those tight little skirts pretending like you didn’t care?”
The dress fell to the floor. My mouth followed — tracing over every inch you tried to keep hidden.
Your skin.
Your scars.
Your sounds.
I wanted all of it.
All of you. I dropped to my knees before you could speak again, hands gripping your thighs as I dragged my mouth where you were already trembling. “Let me hear you, Evelyn. No hiding tonight.”