Chapter 263

ALINA

"Call me whatever you want. As long as you're saying it while I'm inside you."

I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting a losing battle against the heat pooling low in my belly.

Traitor, I mentally screamed at my own body.

It didn't listen.

My thighs clenched tighter together, but that only made the ache worse.

The image he planted — him buried deep inside me while I called him every filthy name I could think of — was burned into my brain now. I hated how much I wanted it.

I hated how my nipples tightened and my core throbbed at the thought.

Alexander’s low chuckle vibrated against my back. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” he murmured, lips brushing my ear again.

“Me fucking you while you curse my name. Sounds perfect to me, baby.”

“Shut up,” I hissed, but my voice came out far too breathy to be convincing.

His hand on my stomach flexed, fingers spreading possessively as he pulled me even tighter against his hard body.

I could feel every inch of him — the ridiculous pink suit doing nothing to hide how aroused he was. His cock pressed insistently against my ass, thick and hot even through our clothes.

I was losing this fight.

Badly.

“Alexander…” I tried again, but it came out more like a plea than a warning.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” His voice was pure sin.

“Tell me what you need. I’ll give it to you. Right here. Right now. Or I can carry you upstairs and spend the next few hours making you scream my name until you forgive me. I'll spend however long it takes proving that I'm worthy of another chance."

My brain was screaming at me to push him away.

To remember how much he’d hurt me.

To hold onto my anger like a shield.

But my body — the useless, horny traitor — was already leaning back into him, craving his touch like I’d been starved for it.

"Alexander...."

“Just… Just fucking hear me out,” Alexander murmured, his breath ghosting across the sensitive skin of my neck.

Goosebumps erupted everywhere his warm breath touched.

Before I could respond, he turned me abruptly, spinning me around so I was facing him.

My back hit the pillar again with a soft thud as he crowded me in completely, his powerful body pressing me against the cool marble.

He easily secured both my wrists in one of his large hands, pinning them behind my back.

His free hand slid slowly down my stomach, savoring the way my breath hitched at the possessive touch.

He rested his palm just under my left breast, his thumb brushing the soft underside in teasing circles.

“You don’t know,” he rasped, his voice thick with raw honesty and barely leashed lust.

“How fucking sorry I am for hurting you, wife. I’d rather cut out my own heart than ever make you feel that way again. Fuck, I’m such an idiot. I had everything I ever wanted and I still managed to ruin it. I’m so fucking sorry, Alina.”

I swallowed hard, feeling my insides clench and twist traitorously at his words.

My body was a complete traitor — already melting under his touch, heat pooling low in my belly despite the anger still burning hot in my chest.

A deep, aching throb pulsed between my thighs, making me press them together desperately in a futile attempt to fight it.

I was fighting him with everything I had.

But my body had clearly picked a side.

I clenched my fists, trying to hold onto the last threads of my fury.

“You think saying sorry and wearing a pink suit fixes what you did?” My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper.

“You think telling me you’d cut out your own heart makes up for the fact that you broke mine?

I was fucking furious.

You broke my trust, Alexander. You made me feel like I was just another thing you could control. Like I didn’t matter" I hissed, finally finding my voice.

For a heartbeat, he simply looked at me.

Then, very slowly, one corner of his mouth twitched.

“So...” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Past tense?”

I blinked.

What?

He tilted his head, looking far too hopeful for my liking.

“You were furious.”

A beat.

“Does that mean I've been promoted to merely 'deeply disliked,' Your Majesty?”

I stared at him.

“Did you seriously just interrupt my emotional breakdown to negotiate the tense of my anger?”

His smile widened, just enough to make me want to strangle him.

“I noticed you said was.”

“The fact that you're paying attention to grammar right now is exactly why I want to hit you.”

“I'll take that as progress.”

“Oh my God.”

“You’re not denying it,” he said, far too pleased with himself.

“That’s because I’m still processing the fact that you’re mentally filing my rage under grammar corrections.”

His eyes flickered—amused, unbothered, entirely too confident.

“I prefer accuracy.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Then here’s some accuracy for you.”

A beat.

“I am still angry.”

His expression softened just slightly.

“Good,” he said simply.

That threw me for a second.

“What?”

“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” he replied.

“Anger means you still care enough to feel it.”

I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly detached from my skull.

His fingers flexed against my ribs, pressing me more firmly against his hard body. I could feel the rapid thud of his heartbeat.

The way his cock pressed insistently against my ass. The way my own pulse was racing out of control.

I was soaked.

Aching.

Betrayed by my own damn body.

“So…” he murmured, eyes still fixed on me like he was carefully testing the ground beneath his feet.

“Since you were furious… does that mean I’m forgiven?”

I scoffed immediately.

Or at least, I tried to.

It came out more like a breathless exhale of disbelief.

“Let go of me,” I demanded, but even I could hear how weak it sounded.

Pathetic, really.

He let out a low chuckle against my ear, warm and infuriatingly close.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” he said.

I clenched my jaw.

Of course it didn’t.

He was impossible.

Unfair.

Completely, infuriatingly unbothered by the fact that I was still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts while standing this close to him.

"Fuck you!"

A wicked grin I couldn't see but could feel spread across his face.

"Maybe later I'll let you do that, Your Majesty." His voice dropped even lower, filthy and full of dark promise.

"How would you like it? Gentle? Hard? Rough? You can take it out on me however you want, wife. I'm all yours."

I felt myself shudder against him.

I was fighting so hard to stay angry, but my body was melting, traitorous and weak.

“Wow, how generous of you,” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm even as it trembled.

“Offering yourself up like some sacrificial sex toy in bubblegum pink. Should I applaud your selflessness, or just roll my eyes at how desperate you sound right now?”

Unknowingly, my hips shifted back against his cock almost involuntarily, seeking more of that hard, insistent pressure.

Alexander let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through his chest and into my back.

“Desperate?” he murmured, lips brushing my ear as he pressed his hips forward, letting me feel every thick inch of him.

“Wife, I’ve been desperate for you since the moment you walked into my life. I’ll wear this fucking pink suit every day for the rest of my life if that’s what it takes. I’ll get on my knees right here. I’ll let you use me however you want. Just stop pretending you don’t want this as badly as I do.”

His hand on my stomach slid lower, teasing the edge of my dress as his voice dropped even further.

“As long as you keep pushing that pretty ass back against me like you are right now… I’ll take every insult you throw at me.”

Fuck.

“So tell me, Your Majesty,” he rasped, voice thick with lust,

“are you going to keep fighting me… or are you finally going to let me fuck the anger out of you?”

He pressed his hips forward deliberately, letting me feel just how hard he was for me — thick, hot, and unmistakable even through the ridiculous pink trousers.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered, voice dark and satisfied.

“And you’re not fighting nearly as hard as you could be.”

My face burned with humiliation and arousal.

He was right.

I wasn’t fighting nearly as hard as I should have been.

My body had already surrendered, even if my mind was still clinging to the last shreds of anger.

Before I could make a decision, Alexander made it for me.

“Enough talking,” he growled.

Before I could protest any further, Alexander bent down, hooked one powerful arm under my knees, and lifted me clean off the ground bridal-style.

I let out a startled yelp, instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders as the world tilted.

“Alexander—! Put me down!”

He ignored me completely, carrying me bridal-style down the hallway like I weighed nothing.

“I said put me down,” I protested, kicking my legs half-heartedly. “You overgrown menace in pastel. "

He ignored me.

My fists thumped against his chest, but there was no real force behind it.

“This is ridiculous, Alexander,” I protested, kicking my legs half-heartedly.

“You can’t just pick me up and haul me off like some Neanderthal!”

“Neanderthal, huh?” he replied, clearly fighting a smirk as he continued walking.

“I prefer ‘devoted husband who’s had enough of his wife’s stubbornness.’ And no, I’m not putting you down. You can yell at me all you want once we’re behind a locked door, Your Majesty.”

“You’re impossible!”

“And you’re adorable when you’re angry,” he shot back, still carrying me like I weighed nothing.

“Keep fighting me, wife. We both know how this ends.”

I let out a short, humourless laugh.

“Oh, I know exactly how this ends,” I shot back.

“It ends with me hitting you in the head so many times you start reconsidering all your life choices — including the very stupid decision to wear that bubblegum monstrosity and think it would magically fix everything. Keep dreaming, You moron.”

The bastard just chuckled.

“Put me down right now or I swear I’ll—”

“Or you’ll what, Your Majesty? Slap me again? Yell at me some more? I’m shaking in my pink boots.”

“This suit is hideous, by the way,” I muttered, trying to ignore how good his arms felt around me.

“You look like a murderous strawberry.”

“Liar,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

“You think I look sexy. Admit it.”

I pinched his side hard through the pink suit.

He didn’t even flinch.

The bastard.

I hated how much I wanted to smile despite everything.