Chapter 105

I’d messed up, but I didn’t know how. I’d lost my virginity to this man. He hadn’t forced me; I’d wanted it. But I was here as “punishment.” Didn’t I have the right to know if sex was part of it?

Alex was furious at the mere suggestion, and I didn’t see him for the rest of the day. I’d expected dinner and a conversation, but he wasn’t there. Disappointed, I slept in the dining room. He didn’t come. I stayed hoping he’d appear later, but woke up there.

Then, it dawned on me: I missed him. And while I told myself it was just because he was my only conversation besides Greg, the chef, that would be a lie. I liked his reckless decisions regarding me. I liked Dom and Lana’s expressions when he showed me an unexpected leniency or kindness. I definitely liked how he handled me in bed—like I was him. Not just my life, death, or body. Me. My soul. My heart. He dominated me as if he alone had a claim on me, and I’d loved every moment.

The next day, I baked—my usual coping mechanism. Eight batches of cupcakes later, with a chocolate cake in the oven, I found him on the couch, staring at his iPad, stress etched on his forehead.

“I can see you staring,” Alex acknowledged without looking up.

My eyebrows furrowed. “You’re avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy. I have more work than playing petty games with you, Mia.”

I frowned. “Can you look up?”

He didn’t. “Last I checked, you don’t tell me what to do. It’s the other way around.”

My frown deepened. I approached him.

“Listen to me,” I said.

He ignored me, scrolling through an article. What was so captivating about that iPad?

Finally, I snatched it from his hands. He was startled—the only way I could have gotten it so quickly.

“What are you—?” Anger was evident in his tone, cut short when I straddled him. “Mia, what?”

Chapter 105 (Continued)

“You’re ignoring me,” I said.

“So you decided to act like a child?”

“You are ignoring me,” I accused. “And I thought you had better things to do than be petty.”

“You know I can break your bones for this, right?” he hissed, but didn’t push me off, which he could have done instantly.

“You won’t,” I whispered, my hand snaking around his neck.

“And why not?”

“Because,” I rubbed against him, feeling his penis against me.

Amusement flickered in his eyes. “Are you trying to seduce me, cupcake?”

I hid a smile. “Maybe,” I bit my lip. “Is it working?”

“Using sex to end an argument?” His hands held my ass, cupping it. “You like that, huh?”

“Make-up sex? Maybe.” My boldness vanished. “But this isn’t that.”

“Then what is this?”

“This is apology sex for thinking I was nothing more than a convenience,” I offered, “Even though I’m completely justified in thinking that.”

“You are,” he replied sincerely, surprising me.

“I am?”

“Mm.” He kissed my jaw gently. I suppressed a moan. “You’re not convenient, Mia. Believe me.”

“I believe you,” I mumbled, not wanting him to stop kissing me.

“If anything, you’re an inconvenience,” he replied, kissing my neck. “You’re the accident I didn’t see coming.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I pouted.

He smiled. Seriously. Alex smiled. It was the most heartwarming and contagious sight, and I wanted to capture it. If I could see one thing for the rest of my life, it would be that smile.

“You, Mia, are a missing piece of a puzzle.”

“A puzzle?” I asked. “What puzzle?”

“All in good time, cupcake.” He murmured, “Now, do you have any plans to finish what you started?”

I noticed his erection pressing against me. “I intend to,” I said, “But I have a condition.”

He raised an amused eyebrow. “A condition?”

“Mm.” I nodded, with more confidence than I felt. “If you’re the only man who touches me, then I’m the only woman who touches you.”

“Possessive much?”

“I learned from the man who told me he owned me when he f*cked me,” I reminded him.

He looked smug. “If I don’t agree, what are you going to do?”

“I’ll stop sleeping with you,” I said firmly.

“Can you do that?”

He kissed my jaw again, trailing down to my neck, and I felt my arousal intensify.

“Alex,” I inhaled.

“Yes, baby?”

“I don’t do f*ck buddies,” I said, my voice unsteady, despite my attempt to remain calm. My face flushed at the pet name.

“Me neither.”

“So?”

“So?”

“I just… I know we’re nothing. But if you’re involved with someone else, let me know so we can stop this.” I gestured between us. “I don’t want to be your mistress.”

“You’re not my mistress,” he promised, a look I couldn’t quite decipher flashing in his eyes. “Until I’m the only man who touches you, you’ll be the only woman who touches me. Deal?”

“Deal.” I bit my lip. I hadn’t expected him to agree. He was in the mafia. Prostitution, mistresses—I’d assumed it came with the job. I was wrong, and thankfully so.

Alex stared into my eyes, then picked up his phone and speed-dialed someone. “Switch off all the CCTV cameras in the living room and make sure nobody enters if they want to keep their head attached to their body.” He hung up.

Why was this so hot? Why did this turn me on? Why was he so hot? Everything he did turned me on.

“Now, are you going to finish what you started?” He looked at me.

“Gladly.” I whispered, my hands reaching for his belt buckle as he held my hair, ready to mouth-fck me again, and I hoped he’d fck me afterward, and I’d take his d*ck like a good girl.

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