MadisonHe tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling it onto his length with practiced ease. "Turn over." "What?" "You heard me. On your hands and knees." I rolled over, positioning myself as instructed, feeling incredibly vulnerable with my ass in the air. The bed dipped as Alexander knelt behind me. His hands gripped my hips, thumbs spreading my ass cheeks apart. His cock nudged at my entrance, teasing me. "I'm going to fuck this tight pussy until you scream my name." "Then do it already," I challenged, pushing back against him. His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing in the quiet room. "Don't rush me." "Sorry," I gasped. "Sorry what?" I bit my lip, knowing what he wanted. "Sorry, Alex." He rewarded me by pushing just the tip of his cock inside me. "Good girl." I moaned at the stretch, my body adjusting to his size. "More. Please." Another spank, harder this time. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" "Yes," I admitted shamelessly. "Please, I need a
MadisonWe looked at each other for a long moment, something unspoken passing between us. Then Alexander cleared his throat and reached for his phone again. "We should sleep. Early flight tomorrow." I nodded, turning away from him to hide the confusing mix of emotions on my face. What was happening between us? This arrangement was supposed to be straightforward: sex and companionship in exchange for financial help. So why did it feel increasingly like something more? As I drifted toward sleep, I felt Alexander shift beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest in a gesture that felt less sexual and more... protective. I relaxed into his warmth, too tired to question it. Just before consciousness slipped away completely, I felt his lips press softly against my hair. It was such a tender gesture, so unlike his usual commanding presence, that I wondered if I'd imagined it. But as sleep claimed me, one thought remained: Alexander Knight might be an arrogan
MadisonThe weight of Alexander's gaze felt almost physical as he held my eyes with his. "Good," he said, the single word carrying more meaning than it should have. I broke eye contact first, taking another sip of whiskey to hide my sudden nervousness. The amber liquid burned pleasantly down my throat, warming me from the inside. "So, what now?" I asked, setting my glass down on the coffee table. Alexander leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie further. "Now we get some sleep. It's been a long day, and tomorrow we head back to New York." "To deal with Vanessa," I added. "To deal with Vanessa," he confirmed, his voice hardening slightly at her name. I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. "I'm exhausted. Between the sightseeing and international conspiracies, London has really taken it out of me." Alexander's lips quirked up. "Not exactly the relaxing getaway I promised." "I don't know," I shrugged, moving toward the bedroom. "The Tower of London was nice. And no one
MadisonThe car turned onto a busier street, lights from shops and restaurants illuminating the interior in brief flashes. "So Vanessa planned to drug you, and then what? Take advantage of you?" My stomach turned at the thought. Alexander's eyes met mine, something unreadable in their depths. "That was the plan. But it backfired." "Because you left the party early," I realized. "You came back to the penthouse alone." "And texted you instead of Dr. Peterson." His voice softened slightly. "A fortunate mistake, as it turns out." A chill ran down my spine as I processed the implications. If Vanessa's plan had worked as intended, it would have been her in Alexander's penthouse that night, not me. "But why would Selena tell you all this?" I asked. "She basically confessed to a serious crime." Alexander's smile was cold. "As I said, Leo can be very persuasive." "What does that even mean?" "It means we got what we came for." He straightened his cuffs. "Selena won't be a problem anymo
MadisonI watched Alexander step out of the car, his tall frame disappearing through Selena's front door with Leo. The sleek black Bentley idled silently, its luxury interior suddenly feeling too empty without Alexander's commanding presence. "Great, now I get to sit here like a good little assistant while the men handle business," I muttered, drumming my fingers on the leather seat. Through the tinted windows, I could see the elegant townhouse with its pristine white facade and carefully manicured shrubbery. Typical Kensington – old money dressed in fresh paint. Five minutes passed. Then ten. I checked my watch for the third time and sighed. The driver remained stoically silent in the front seat, probably used to waiting around for his wealthy passengers. My phone buzzed in my purse, a welcome distraction. I fished it out, expecting a text from Alexander, but instead, I saw Hazel's name lighting up my screen. Hazel: What's London like? Are you having a royal time with Mr. CEO? S
AlexanderI paced across her pristine living room, moonlight filtering through the tall windows. The London night created dramatic shadows across her terrified face. "Let me make something absolutely clear," I said, stopping directly in front of her. "We have everything we need. The pen camera recording captured this entire conversation. Your admission of guilt, your cooperation with Vanessa, the payment to Tyler; every detail is in crystal clear high definition." Her eyes widened. "You—" "This recording stays with us. Consider it your insurance policy and your prison sentence rolled into one neat package. If you step out of line, if you so much as breathe in my direction again, this recording goes to every law enforcement agency on both sides of the Atlantic." Selena sank deeper into her chair. "I understand." "I don't think you do," I replied, leaning closer. "Drugging someone is a felony, Selena. You're looking at serious jail time. And not some cushy white-collar resort, rea