Page 95 of Surrendering to the Obsession

“Don’t even think about it,” he growled, the sound raw and shaking in his throat. “You have no idea how much I need you right now. This is the only thing that calms my head.”

His hand slid up her thigh, trembling, his jaw clenching as he met her eyes again.

“I gave James a chance to come close to you,” he said, voice cracking with fury. “And I still can’t get the fucking image out of my head—him standing in front of you… touching you… trying to kiss you.”

His fingers tightened on her thigh.

“Don’t stop me,” he warned softly, dangerously. “Not unless you want to see me really lose my mind. Because right now… I don’t think I can hold myself back.”

Mia’s breath hitched. Slowly, she let her hand fall away from his shoulder.

And the very next second, Alexander dove between her legs again.

His mouth consumed her greedily, licking her again and again with fierce, hungry strokes. His body shook with need as he ate her out relentlessly, tasting her, breathing against her, refusing to let her pull away. When she tried to retreat even slightly, he dragged her back to him with both hands, devouring her like he couldn’t breathe without her.

Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and the moment her body shattered on his mouth again, he didn’t even pause—he kept licking her through it, making her shake even harder.

Then he suddenly grabbed her by the waist, lifted her, and pulled her into the bathtub. He settled her onto his lap, straddling him with her legs on either side of his hips. Before she could even catch a breath, he gripped her hips and slammed her down onto his shaft so hard that she almost screamed.

He didn’t stop.

He thrust up into her over and over, deep and rough, the water splashing around them. Mia clung to his shoulders, her body shaking, breath broken. And then another sharp cry tore from her chest, her body tightening around him—but when she tried to move away, he held her still and forced her down harder.

Her head fell back, her lips parted, but no sound came out. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming, leaving her mind blank and floating. But even that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. The moment she tried to breathe, he flipped her around, turned her over the edge of the tub, and thrust into her from behind, harder, deeper, until she was crying again.

Mia clutched the edge of the bathtub, desperate to steady herself, but he didn’t give her a moment—he stayed behind her, body pressing her down, thrusting until she couldn’t think.

He slid his arm around her stomach, pulled her upright, and gave one sharp flick between her legs. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed backward into his lap—right onto his shaft again.

She gasped, shocked, but he didn’t let her recover. He held her hips tightly and thrust up into her, so deep and fast that Mia couldn’t even breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t form a single thought.

Time blurred.

Hours passed.

The night passed.

And Alexander didn’t let go of her for even a second.

He stayed inside her, moving, touching, licking her, eating her out again and again—never stopping, not through the entire night, nor the day after that… nor the day after that.

***

Janet arrived at the hospital, her steps slow and heavy. Christie and Victor were already waiting in the lobby.

As soon as she walked in, both of them looked at her with deep concern. Christie stepped forward immediately, took her by the arm, and guided her into one of the chairs.

“What happened at the office? Why did they call you?” she asked, his eyes searching her face.

Janet lowered her gaze and answered in a tired voice, “Nothing. They just wanted to finalize the contract I once had with them. That’s all. I finished everything they needed.” Her voice dropped even lower.

But the disappointment in her eyes was clear.

‘I thought Alexander was asking me to meet him personally. After everything… how could he let go of me that easily? But instead, he sent Alan to speak to me.’

A knot tightened in her chest.

‘I don’t understand what he wants from me. Is he trying to find ways to stay in touch with me even after I’ve left his company? If he wanted to see me… then why didn’t he come himself?’