Chapter 97

[MIA]

I had lost my sanity—and the last of my functional brain cells—because this man turned me on. The man who shot someone through the head for trying to touch me turned me on. The man whose clothes were covered in blood that wasn't his turned me on. Alex King turned me on, and right now, he was between my legs, removing my underwear.

"You're wet for me, cupcake," he growled, burning desire in his voice.

Arousal glinted in my eyes.

"P-Please," I begged, but he didn't take his eyes off me—more specifically, off my pussy.

"Please what?"

I moaned when his fingers touched my inner thigh, tracing it upward to remove my underwear.

"Please what?" Alex demanded again. "Use your tongue if you want me to use mine, Mia."

The way he said my name in that husky, godlike voice would be my undoing, I was sure. A part of me should have been ashamed, disgusted that I was so turned on, but that part had taken a backseat. "M-More," I inhaled deeply.

My underwear was off, my pussy on display. I was grateful I shaved regularly, and even though the pale yellow "grandma panties" I wore might have been a turn-off for some, I didn't think Alex cared. He stared at me as if I were a prize, his damnation.

"So wet," he whispered. "For me?"

"For you," I repeated.

His thumb traced my pussy, flicking my clit.

"God!" I cried out.

"There is no God here, Mia," he said. "Just me. Take my name."

"Alex," I inhaled.

His thumb moved in circles, making my core pound.

"Alex," I moaned, my head tilting back. I was covered from the waist up, but the need to touch my breasts was overwhelming.

"Do you want my finger or my tongue, Mia?" he asked.

"I–I don't care." The words were barely out of my mouth when a finger was inside me, and I gasped. His finger was rough, long, and I felt every inch as it thrusted in and out.

"So tight, but so ready," he said, his voice raspy with lust.

"Al–Alex…" My voice died in my throat as he increased his pace.

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I think that was the fastest I'd ever reached orgasm, and I knew it was largely due to the man before me.

"I–I–I don't know why I kept trying to speak when I was clearly…"

"You what, Mia?" he demanded.

"Don't… don't stop."

"You what?"

"I- I'm close," I breathed. His pace slowed, and then he stopped.

"Wh-Why?" I whined, desperate, lifting my head to look at him. I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. Just greedy.

A corner of his lips lifted, and he bent his head down. I gasped when I realized what he was about to do. I braced myself, but nothing prepared me for the moment his tongue licked my clit.

"Oh!" I cried out. "Fuck. God."

He pulled out. "What did I tell you about taking any name except mine, Mia?"

"God—God isn't a name," I said, my eyebrows furrowed, my clit throbbing from the loss of contact.

"The world has eight billion people. I'm sure someone somewhere is named God."

I stared at the impossible man before me. My mouth opened and closed. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Alex."

He leaned down again, and I gasped as his tongue thrust inside. I had to close my mouth with my hand. I assumed the room was soundproof, but I preferred not to risk it. His tongue moved with an expertise I'd never witnessed before, licking and sucking effortlessly. It swirled inside as if he were writing his name there, causing a pulsating sensation to spread through me. My legs shook; I felt weak even though I was on the table. I felt my climax approaching.

"I–I'm coming," I warned him, assuming he would pull out and let me finish with his fingers, but he didn't. He sucked with more force, as if his life depended on it, and I came in his mouth, gasping and moaning his name. Stars swam before my eyes for a few seconds. I panted, breathless, sweaty despite the chilly air. When I opened my eyes, he was licking his lips, watching me with an expression I couldn't decipher.

I sat up straight on the table, taking him in—meaning the huge bulge in his pants.

"Do you," I paused, flushing. He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to take care of you?" I offered.

"Don't bother about that, cupcake," he replied, much to my disappointment. "…yet."

My heart beat faster at the promise of more; the redness spread to my neck and cheeks.

He handed me my underwear, and once I slipped them on, he grabbed his coat.

"Cover yourself," he instructed, and I remembered my torn blouse. "There's a wardrobe full of clothes. Wear them, hm?"

I nodded. Should I thank him? Or would that be too awkward?

I didn't have to decide. There was a knock on the door, and Dominic cleared his throat from outside.

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"Sir, the Pakhan is here."

Alex froze. A muscle in his jaw clenched. Even though he was looking at me, his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.

"Dom will take you to your room through the back door," he said, his no-nonsense tone leaving no room for discussion.

I nodded timidly before he opened the door for his right-hand man and left the room without a second glance, leaving me to wonder why his nonchalance stung so much.

Chapter 418 (This chapter appears to be unrelated and needs its own separate cleanup)