Chapter 191 Dominant one
Chapter 191 Dominant one
ANASTASIA POV
“Lick my tits, Alexander,” I commanded, my voice dripping with raw, dirty lust.
Alexander went completely rigid for half a second. Then, with a harsh grunt, he forcibly wrapped his fingers around my wrists and smacked my hands away from his head, pinning them to the seat.
“Aww... you’re so mean to me,” I pouted, whining as he stepped back and slammed the passenger door shut.
He walked around the hood and slid into the driver's seat. Just as he threw the car into drive and was about to pull off, my fuzzy brain remembered something crucial.
“Wait! What about Vivianne? You can’t just leave her there alone in the club!”
A slow, grin spread across Alexander's lips as he stared straight ahead at the road. “Don't worry about my dear sister. I already sent texts to Sebastian, Luke, Kade, and a pathetic bastard named Richard who’s been chasing her for months. I told them she was wasted and needed someone to pick her home. Whichever man gets to the club first gets to take her home.”
My head snapped up, my eyes widening in pure shock as the alcohol momentarily cleared from my brain. “Why the hell would you do that to her?! Imagine having every single man you’ve ever dealt with showing up in the exact same room while you're passed out! What if they all come?”
“Oh, they will,” Alexander drawled smoothly, stepping on the gas. “And she will be utterly mortified tomorrow morning. Consider it her official punishment for bringing my wife to a fucking sex club.”
I shook my head, sinking back into the leather seat in utter disbelief. “You are sooo insufferable.”
The drive was a blur, and before I knew it, the Escalade pulled up to the driveway of my parents' estate. Alexander didn't care about the rules; he carried me right through the front doors. My mother, was waiting in the foyer, her eyes widening in utter surprise when she saw me completely wasted.
“Mum... I drank a lot today,” I slurred, burying my face into Alexander's neck, breathing him in.
“Anastasia!” my mother scolded, crossing her arms in deep disapproval. “You are a grown adult. Why on earth would you drink this much?”
“Because I can, Mum...” I mumbled happily, my voice muffled against his skin. “And because I knew... I knew my Alexander would always be watching over me. He always catches me.”
My mother froze, her strict expression softening into a gentle, knowing smile. She looked up at Alexander, nodding toward the grand staircase. “Alexander, please... help her upstairs and tuck her in for the night.”
He didn't waste a second. He carried me up the stairs, navigating the familiar hallway straight to my bedroom. He laid me down on the plush mattress with surprising gentleness.
I watched through heavy eyelids as he walked over to the nightstand, poured a glass of water, and handed it to me, forcing me to take a few sips.
He didn't touch me inappropriately. He didn't even make an attempt to remove my short, suffocatingly tight dress or slide my heels off. He was keeping his distance, totally respecting the boundaries my therapist had laid out.
But looking at him right now, I could see the brutal toll it was taking on him. The veins in his thick neck were bulging, his chest was rising and falling in heavy, ragged intervals, and his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists by his sides. The sexual tension in the bedroom was thick enough to choke on, oozing between us like liquid fire.
He was burning alive for me. And god, I was melting for him. My core was throbbing so violently it was agonizing. I craved his touch so badly it felt like a sickness.
Alexander leaned down, his large hand trembling slightly as he carefully tucked a stray strand of brunette hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed against my skin, and a wave of electricity shot straight to my womb.
“Sleep tight, baby,” he whispered, his voice dangerously low as he began to turn away toward the door.
Fuck it.
If everything blew up in my face tomorrow, I would just blame it on the endless shots of tequila running through my veins.
On pure, unadulterated instinct, I violently kicked the heavy covers off my body. I lunged forward, my hands securely grabbing the collar of his expensive button-down shirt, and with one desperate, aggressive tug, I ripped it completely off his broad shoulders, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood floor.
Alexander gasped, caught entirely off guard as he stumbled backward against the edge of my bed, staring down at me in shock.
“What the hell are you doing, Ana?” he breathed, his bare, tattooed chest heaving as his eyes darkened with a feral, untamed hunger.
I crawled toward him on the mattress like a predator chasing its prey, the short red dress riding all the way up past my hips. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, a dirty, wicked smirk playing on my glossed lips.
“Just doing exactly what my therapist told me to do, Mr. Miller,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling his heavy body down over mine. “I’m being the dominant one.”