Madison
His fingers worked my clit, his cock filling me completely. I was close, so close. His hand tightened in my hair, his thrusts growing erratic.
“Come with me, Madison,” he commanded, his voice strained.
With a cry, I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my release. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own climax. We collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths.
I lay there, face down, ass up, hands still cuffed behind my back. I wiggled my fingers, feeling the cool metal against my skin. As the post–orgasmic haze lifted, I became aware of a slight discomfort around my wrists.
“Mr. Knight,” I murmured, shifting slightly. “The handcuffs…”
He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with a smirk. “Too tight for you, Madison?”
“Just take them off.”
He reached over to grab the key from the nightstand. He unlocked the cuffs, and I brought my arms forward, rubbing my wrists. There were red marks where the metal had dug into my skin.
He noticed the marks, his brow furrowing. He took my hands in his, examining the bite of the cuffs. “Shit, Madison. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged, trying to play it off. “It’s fine. I’m not made of glass.”
He looked up at me, his eyes serious. “I know you’re not. But I should’ve been more careful.” He brought my wrists to his lips, kissing the marks gently. The tender gesture sent a warm flutter through my chest.
“You’re such a gentleman, Mr. Knight. Always leaving your mark, then kissing it better.”
“You know me too well.”
“I know you well enough to expect bruises along with the orgasms.”
He grinned, completely unabashed. “I never promised to be gentle.”
“No, you certainly didn’t.” I shifted, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “But I can handle it.”
Alexander’s lips quirked up in a smirk. He reached out, pulling me towards him, his hand gripping my ass firmly. “Good. Because you’re going to have to get used to this.” He raised his hand and brought it down on my ass cheek with a satisfying
smack.
I yelped. “What the hell, Mr. Knight?”
He chuckled, rubbing the spot he’d just hit. “Just reminding you who you belong to, Madison.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t pull away. “Sure thing, boss.”
His hand squeezed my ass, a playful glint in his eyes. “Boss, huh? I like the sound of that.”
“Of course you do,” I muttered, shifting to get more comfortable. His arm wrapped around me, keeping me close.
I nestled into his embrace, my body still humming from our intense encounter. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, and
I couldn’t help but marvel at Alexander Knight’s contradictions. One moment, he’s leaving marks all over my body; the next, he’s treating me like I’m made of porcelain.
My eyes drifted to the red marks on my wrists. He’d apologized, but I knew better. This was his thing – marking me up, then
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playing the concerned lover. Not that I minded. The bruises and bite marks were like a secret map of our encounters, hidden beneath my work clothes. Nobody at the office would ever guess that their intimidating boss had such specific tastes.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” His voice rumbled against my ear.
“Just thinking about how good you are at playing both bad cop and good cop,” I said, tracing a particularly vivid mark on my collarbone.
“I’m a man of many talents.”
Yeah, and temporary pleasures, I thought. This was all just a business arrangement – sex and companionship in exchange for my mother’s medical care. In eleven months, I’d go back to being just his assistant, and these marks would fade away like they never existed. He’d probably move on to his next conquest, leaving me with nothing but memories and phantom bruises.
The morning sun streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows of Alexander’s penthouse as I stood in his massive walk–in closet, surrounded by rows of designer clothes. My muscles ached pleasantly from last night’s activities, reminding me of every spot Alexander had marked as his territory.
I ran my fingers along the rack of new clothes he’d bought for me during our shopping spree. The man had expensive taste – everything from Chanel to Gucci hung before me, price tags removed, but I remembered the astronomical numbers.
“At least pick something that covers the bite marks,” I muttered, pushing aside a particularly revealing blouse.
I settled on a high–necked cream silk blouse and a charcoal pencil skirt that hugged my curves without being obscene. Professional enough for the office.
The memory of last night’s possessive declarations made heat rise to my cheeks as I slipped on the outfit.
My eyes drifted to the spot where I’d seen that photo last time – the one of Alexander with the stunning blonde on the yacht. The silver frame was gone now, leaving just empty space on the dresser.
“Interesting,” I mused, running my finger along the dust–free spot where it had sat. Had he moved it because of me? Or was there another reason the mysterious woman’s photo had vanished?
I shook my head, reminding myself it wasn’t my business. This was an arrangement, nothing more. Still, curiosity nagged at me as I finished getting dressed.
I bit my lip, glancing around the closet. The photo had piqued my curiosity, and before I could stop myself, I started opening drawers, searching for where he might have moved it.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I jumped at Alexander’s voice, nearly dropping the drawer I’d been rifling through. He stood in the doorway, his expression
thunderous.
“Mr. Knight! I was just…” I straightened up, smoothing my skirt. “I left my favorite lipstick here last time. The red one from Chanel.”
His eyes narrowed. “And that requires going through every drawer in my closet?”
“I thought maybe the cleaning staff might have put it away somewhere.” The lie felt flimsy even to my ears.
“If you needed something, you should have asked me.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Don’t go through my personal belongings again. Ever.”
Heat crept up my neck. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have asked.”
“Yes, you should have.” He stepped closer, his presence filling the space. “Now finish getting dressed. We’re already running late, and I have meetings this morning.” His tone left no room for argument.
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“Of course, Mr. Knight.” I turned back to the mirror, pretending to adjust my blouse while watching his reflection. His jaw was still tight with anger.
He turned on his heel, leaving me alone in the closet with my thoughts and a gnawing curiosity about the mysterious woman in
the photo.
I stared at the spot where Alexander had stood moments ago, my heart still racing from his angry outburst. The memory of his thunderous expression made me shiver. What would he do if he knew I wasn’t looking for lipstick but for that mysterious photo?
“Shit,” I muttered, closing the drawer I’d been searching. “Way to go, Madison. Snoop through your boss–slash–fake- boyfriend’s personal stuff. Brilliant plan.”
My fingers traced the empty spot where the photo had been. The woman’s radiant smile and Alexander’s tender expression haunted me. Who was she? An ex–girlfriend? A lost love?
“Not that it’s any of my business,” I reminded myself, straightening my blouse. “This is just an arrangement. A very lucrative, very naked arrangement.”
But the gnawing curiosity wouldn’t leave. If he’d reacted this strongly to catching me looking through his drawers, how would he react if he discovered I was specifically hunting for that photo? Mr. Knight wasn’t exactly known for his gentle temperament.
I imagined the scenario – his jaw clenching, those blue eyes blazing with barely contained fury as he realized I’d been prying into his past. He’d probably bend me over his desk and…
“Focus!” I smacked my forehead. “This isn’t the time for those kinds of thoughts.”
The sound of footsteps approaching sent me scrambling to look busy. I grabbed a random pair of heels from the shelf, pretending to consider them intently.
“Madison!” His voice carried from the bedroom. “Car’s leaving in five minutes.”
“Coming, Mr. Knight!” I called back, my voice impressively steady despite my racing thoughts.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
