Chapter 119

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A day passes. Then two, then three. Before I knew it, the whole week was gone. The first few days, I threw tantrums and starved myself. After the fourth day, I ate only one meal a day, pushing away everything else—including the various cupcakes sent for dessert.

“Sir isn’t going to approve of this,” Lana muttered, her lips permanently etched in a frown. "You’ve been starving yourself for a week."

“He should worry about keeping me fed instead of locking me up like Rapunzel!” I shrieked. “And if he asks, tell him I’m dieting for our wedding.”

Something flickered in Lana’s eyes—sympathy, perhaps, though I doubted she possessed a kind bone in her body.

“Why do you dislike me so much, Lana?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. I’d been in this house for over a month and a half, locked in my room with her for a week, and she still hadn’t warmed up to me.

“I don’t dislike you,” she replied without hesitation. “It’s just that when you’re around, or even involved, Sir is distracted.”

If I weren’t so angry at Alex, I would have blushed. My feelings for him were foolish. “And why is that so bad?” I asked. “Couldn’t that man use a little distraction? He’s so stressed and focused all the time.”

“When Sir is distracted, lives are at risk,” she replied simply, picking up the tray of dinner and dessert I’d pushed away. “Including his own.”

She left me alone. I sighed, rolling over in bed. A week inside, and—stupidly—I missed him. I hadn’t heard his voice. I missed it. I missed his touch, his presence, him, overall. But another part of me was furious. He hadn’t even asked me to marry him; he’d demanded it, as if it were his God-given right.

Arrogant fucker. My arrogant fucker.

I shut my eyes, knowing I had about thirty minutes alone before Lana returned with her daily, clockwork routine. She was like a robot.

Darkness consumed me when I heard footsteps and the door shut and locked. Maybe she wasn’t a robot after all. Look who decided to change her routine.

“Mia,” Alex said. “Or I think you prefer Rapunzel, is that right?”

My eyes flew open, and I sat up so fast I thought I’d given myself whiplash. “Alex,” I breathed. I hated the lack of anger in my voice, just… the way I missed him.

I looked at him. His hair was messy, and he had stubble. He usually shaved clean. [The following lines are unintelligible and need to be rewritten or removed: where the wa intensity angles had the Thoort wastin a breach of my privacy His eyebrows shap]

“Didn’t we agree…” he began.

“That I’m yours! So that doesn’t mean you can have cameras in my room.”

“I don’t have cameras in your room, cupcake.” He smiled softly, and my heart fluttered. “I overheard you talking to Lana.”

Why did he have to smile like that? The kind that makes my…

“Oh,” I replied weakly, straightening my back, reminding myself I was mad at him. “Why are you here?”

“Do you want me to go?”

I blinked, then shook my head. A small shake, but enough to make him smirk.

“Did you miss me, Mia?”

“Only a little,” I whispered.

One corner of his lips was still raised as he threw himself on the bed beside me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Claiming what’s mine,” he replied, his lips trailing down my jaw.

The burning sensation returned, immediate arousal flooding me. Oh, I had missed this.

I breathed him in, his scent, his touch. My hands rubbed his chest over his T-shirt, and I desperately ripped it off.

His smirk widened. “You missed me only a little, huh?”

I glared as I removed my own T-shirt, revealing my breasts.

“You weren’t wearing a bra,” he stated, more to himself, as he climbed on top of me, taking one breast in his hand and the other in his mouth, his eyes locked on mine.

I think he loved watching the effect he had on me, the way my eyes twinkled when he touched me.

“Don’t stop yourself from saying my name, baby. If I don’t hear you scream it, I’m going to drive you to your climax and not let you orgasm.”

I gasped. I hadn’t realized I was biting my lip until he said it.

“Mh-hm,” I nodded frantically. “More, Alex.”

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“More what, darling?” His erection pressed against my pussy, and I could feel it despite our clothing.

I ground against him desperately. Why wasn’t he being quicker?

“More of you.”

“Say please, Mia.”

“Please, Alex. More of you, please.”

“All you had to do was ask.” He flipped me over, and I squealed as he swiftly removed my bottoms and underwear, my ass raised in the air. His hand squeezed one cheek, his lips trailing kisses on the other.

I whimpered. “Alex!”

“Yes, baby?” he muttered. “I love your ass.”

I moaned as his fingers softly trailed my pussy. Instead of inserting them, he put his head on the mattress between my legs, my ass still up.

“Alex?” I called, arousal coating my inner thigh. His thumb trailed it, and my knees shook as I squirmed under his gaze.

Then he instructed, “Sit on me, baby.”

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