Page 94 of Surrendering to the Obsession

“You can cry as loud as you want now,” he said. “I want to hear the sounds my wife makes.”

“Mr. Graves… haven’t we already done it earlier?” she whispered. Her voice trembled. Her body still hadn’t recovered from everything he had done to her. She looked up at him, breathless and unsteady.

Alexander removed his thumb and aligned himself at her entrance, sliding into her slowly.

“Do you really think we’re going to bed today?” he growled, his eyes locked onto hers. “I can fuck my wife for as long as I want. I have that right… don’t I?”

He reached up, took her face in his hand, and thrust deeper. Her breath caught instantly, her expression tightening as tremors shook her body.

Without warning he pulled out, then slammed back inside her again. The force stole the air from her chest.

“Aahhh—!” she cried when the sudden impact hit her. She wasn’t ready for it, and her wetness spilled out over his length, only making him fiercer.

“Only I have the right to make my wife cry like this… for as long as I like,” Alexander growled. His grip tightened on her body as he thrust into her again and again, the couch shaking beneath her as she hung onto the edges for support.

Within moments she was flooding around him, her body clenching as he pounded into her repeatedly, making her cry out, unable to breathe or think.

Alexander’s breathing stayed harsh and uneven. The fury inside him didn’t fade. It only thickened. His eyes stayed locked on Mia as he suddenly grabbed her, lifted her into his arms, and carried her upstairs toward the bedroom. As they passed the hallway mirror, she caught the look on his face—cold, rigid, tightly controlled—yet burning with an emotion she couldn’t name.

He didn’t stop moving. He carried her straight into the bathroom, set her down, and the next second he flipped on the shower tap. Warm water poured down immediately, soaking through her dress and his clothes in seconds.

Through the falling water she looked up at him, searching his face. His expression was displaced, unsettled, almost distressed in a way she wasn’t used to seeing. Overwhelmed, Mia stepped closer, placed her hands on his wet face, and looked into his eyes.

“Alexander,” she whispered.

His eyes snapped toward hers in surprise, softening just slightly.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured. “I’m going to stay with you. Only you.”

His stare softened again, but not enough to calm the storm inside him. His chest rose and fell too quickly. His jaw stayed tight. He kept looking at her as if afraid she might disappear if he blinked.

Then he stepped forward.

He unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and reached for the soaked dress clinging to her body. He peeled it off her, leaving her naked under the steaming water. He tossed the drenched fabric aside and unbuckled his belt before lifting her into his arms once more.

He carried her to the bathtub, set her down inside, and turned on the tap. Water rushed in quickly, rising around her. He climbed in next and settled behind her, pulling her back against his chest. His arm came around her immediately, one large palm cupping her breast, while his other hand slid between her legs, gently flicking her sensitive flesh.

He lowered his face to her neck. His voice came out quieter, softer. “Does it hurt?” he asked while stroking her with slow, delicate flicks.

Mia turned her head slightly, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

“No,” she whispered. “It doesn’t.”

He softened only a little. He removed his hand from her breast and grabbed her face, pulling her into a kiss that stole her breath. It didn’t take long for the hunger in him to flare again. His mouth devoured hers, rough and desperate, as if he needed every inch of her.

He lifted her out of the water and placed her along the edge of the tub. His hands slid to her thighs, spreading them open so she was fully exposed to his gaze.

Mia’s face flushed deep red. She looked down at him and whispered, trembling, “Mr. Graves… don’t look.”

Alexander didn’t listen. He opened her legs wider, his gaze fixed intensely on her glistening pink flesh as the warm water dripped down her skin.

Then he leaned forward.

The next second his head dipped between her thighs, and his mouth sealed over her as he began licking her with deep, hungry strokes.

“M-Mr. Graves… you’ve already done this so many times,” Mia whispered, her voice breaking. “Please… I really don’t think I can anymore. I can’t…”

She tried weakly to push his shoulder, just enough to make him lift his head and look at her. His eyes locked onto hers immediately.