MARKED
681 Words
~Elena~
“Good choice,” Alexander murmured, a dark, wicked smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
He didn’t let me go. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. He snapped it open to reveal an emerald-cut diamond so massive it looked like a weapon.
How come he was walking around with a ring? Hoping to find someone to trap in his life? Was this all calculated? But I dared not ask any questions.
He took my trembling left hand, his long, scarred fingers completely enveloping mine, and slid the heavy platinum band onto my finger. It felt like a handcuff.
“From this moment on, you belong to the Sterling estate,” he commanded, his voice dripping with absolute authority. “That means no secrets from me. No unauthorised contact with the outside world. When I tell you to smile, you smile. When I tell you to bend over this desk, you do it without question.”
My breath hitched, a hot flush burning through my veins at the blatant depravity in his words. “This is supposed to be a fake arrangement for the public.”
“The public will see a madly in love couple,” Alexander corrected, his hand sliding down to drio my waist, pulling my flesh against his hard, rigid length.
I gasped as I felt the undeniable proof of his arousal straining against his trousers. “But behind closed doors, Miss Vance, you are my captive auditor. And I intend to audit every single inch of your body to ensure your complete loyalty.”
Before I could protest, his mouth slammed down onto mine.
The kiss wasn’t a request; it was a hostile takeover. Alexander tasted of dark sun and unyielding dominance. His tongue demanded entry, parting my lips and devouring my gasps.
I whined, my hands instinctively coming up to push against his massive shoulders, but the moment my fingers dig into his hard muscles, my resistance turned into a puddle of desperate heat.
He growled into my mouth, a deep animalistic sound that vibrated straight through me. His hand moved from my waist, gripping the hem of my pencil skirt and ripping it upward, his rough palms making direct, scorching contact with the bare skin of my thighs.
He tore his mouth away, leaving me panting, my lips bruised and wet. He looked down at me, his eyes wild with a dark predatory hunger.
Alexander growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hip, marking me. “Those who sent you,” he bit against my neck, “you will tell them you found nothing. You will explain how clean I am and how much you are willing to die for me.”
His free hand slid down my torso. Every place his fingers brushed left a trail of goosebumps. He pinned my hips to the desk with unyielding pressure, letting me feel the absolute dominance of his stature.
The friction of our bodies, even through clothes, was agonisingly intense, a slow burn that threatened to consume the entire room.
My mind was a mess.
Before I could think, he devoured my mouth again, a fierce, bruising kiss that left no room for hesitation. He claimed my breath, my senses, and my thoughts until the entire world shrank down to the scent of his cologne and the demanding rhythm of his touch.
I whined into the kiss, again, my body completely betrayed my logic, aching for a release from the suffocating tension he had created.
When he finally pulled away, his breathing was as ragged as mine. His dark eyes swept over my flushed face and bruised lips, a look of grim satisfaction settling onto his face.
He stepped back just an inch, his hand sliding down to grip my ankle.
Then he froze, a second thought I suppose. He let my ankle go and pulled me up by my wrist.
“That’s for breaking into my server. Next time you cross boundaries…you’ll get punished for it. Now dress up and go home.”
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