Chapter 263

Sienna

"I believe a few days of absence made you forget what I said before, huh?"

He stepped closer, and I found myself gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white, breath quickening, heart hammering in my chest.

I wasn't exactly in a safe spot right now.

On his desk. In his office. With him standing right between my legs.

And worse? He was mad. Utterly, terrifyingly mad.

So what else was I supposed to do except run?

And stupidly-that's exactly what I tried. But before my feet even touched the ground, he caught me like I weighed nothing, lifting me effortlessly and placing me back on the desk. Right where I'd been. Trapped. Caged under his control, under his dominance.

"Whatever happened that night was a mistake, huh?" he murmured, voice low, almost amused. His hands settled on my hips-and tightened.

I couldn't move. I didn't know whether I physically couldn't... or if I didn't dare to. Because those eyes-God, those eyes-burned with something feral. And I had a gut feeling that if I even tried to push him away, he'd burn me alive and I'd be too far gone to care.

Alexander Grayson had an unhealthy amount of control over my body-hell, over my soul—and I'd been stupid enough to hand him the keys. Voluntarily. God, I was so damn stupid.

"What are you—" I tried to speak, but froze when he leaned in closer. He wasn't just looking at me he was studying me. Every blink. Every breath. Every tremor under my skin.

His hand moved, brushing my collarbone as his fingers toyed with the pendant at my neck. His touch was light, almost lazy, but it sent shivers racing down my spine.

He never failed to remind me who held the upper hand.

And I doubted he planned on showing mercy tonight.

"Tell me," he whispered, voice calm, dangerously calm. "What part of that night was a mistake, Flower?"

He said it softly-too softly-but the possessive edge in his tone said everything else. I'd pushed him. Hard. And now, I was in his territory, dancing on a line I shouldn't have crossed.

"Um—" I tried, voice shaking, "leaving the kitchen?"

He chuckled. Low. Throaty. The kind of laugh that carried danger under every note. It wasn't his usual amused one-it was darker. Controlled. Just like him.

And the fact that I couldn't read what was going on behind that calm, unreadable face made every inch of this room feel suffocating. Tight. Strained with tension.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing with something halfway between amusement and warning, "You really do enjoy testing limits, don't you?" His hand came up- gripping onto my neck-not cruel, just enough to make my pulse jump-as his fingers tightened around my neck, making me see white. "One day, Flower," he murmured, voice low, "you'll push too far."

Before I could answer, he tugged me off balance, guiding me back onto the desk, making me lay bent on the desk. The move was sudden enough that a startled breath escaped me, my palms splaying against the polished surface.

"Alex" My voice trembled, half-protest, half-plea.

He leaned close, his breath hot near my ear. "You never learn, do you?"

The words were almost gentle, but the energy between us wasn't. Every second

felt electric, charged, dangerous. My heart was a drum in my chest.

And then, he yanked my shorts down in the split of a second.

"Alex!" I gasped, pushing up from the desk, but his hand came down-firm, steady-holding me there.

"Stay still, Flower," he said, voice low

but controlled. His palm traced a slow line on my butt cheeks, not

harsh just enough to make every nerve in me stand oft edge Phaven't heard your feasons yet have 12

"What part of it was a mistake?" He asked, his voice deep and husky, "Me putting

my cock in your cunt?" Another slap on the left butt cheek.

A soft moan slipped past my lips, wetness pooled.

When I didn't answer, his hand came down with a sharp, slap across my right butt cheek. I flinched, gripping the desk.

God, my body betrayed me I couldn't stop the rush of heat that flared inside.

"What part of it was a mistake?" he murmured, voice low and husky, leaning closer so I could feel the heat radiating off him. Another slap, making me bite my lip, a shiver running through me. The mixture of danger and desire coiled tight inside my chest Me

etting my cock

Me

inside your title little cunt and rocking that body all night long?"

Another sharp, slap landed on my butt and a jolt of heat spread

through me. My hands gripped

desk tighter breath catching A soft moan escaped me despite myself.

Alex leaned in, his nose brushing against my cheek, warm and dangerously close.

"Or the part where you kept begging for more of my cock?" he murmured, voice low and husky, every word pressing against me.

I burned from the intensity of it all. He knew exactly what he was doing-how to push me to the edge without letting me fall.

And damn it... he was doing everything perfectly.

I was so wet it trailed down my thighs, and Alex noticed. I knew he did by the way his breath caught.

"Tell me, Flower," he chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. "Is you making a mess with your wetness a mistake, too?"

His fingers traced down, gathering my wetness before he raised them to my mouth.

He sucked them clean, his eyes locked on mine, challenging me to deny it.

I held my breath, every nerve ending screaming for him to claim me right then. But

my pride was a fortress, its walls still stubbornly high.

Yet I knew, with a terrifying certainty, that in the next few minutes, Alexander would crumble it to dust.

And as the next slap landed on my butt and a moan left my mouth, I realized it would be even easier for him to break me than I had thought.