grin. “I’ve never felt like this before. It is so strong.”
She broke off to pant hard when he tilted his pelvis with each gentle slow thrust moving like a snake inside her channel. She was close once more and it was time to pick up the tempo.
But he wanted Ross to see her face as she climaxed. He released Scarlett’s arms and wound his hand through her hair, giving a few more thrusts with her face raised before repositioning her. With calculated roughness, the billionaire swung Scarlett’s body to the side of the bed and over the edge so low, she was forced to put out her hands to brace herself and stop herself from falling over. He moved her a little more, ignoring her cry as he did so, until her large breasts dangled and wobbled over the bed.
Supporting her with one strong arm, he embedded himself deeper inside her with a hard, unforgiving thrust. He wound his hand through her hair and pulled hard forcing her head up and eyes to look into Ross’. Alexander wanted him to see how much he could tame and pleasure her, making her submit to his will. As he tilted his pelvis once again he made the thrusts hard and in a stabbing motion as though to conquer her and increased the speed feeling his cock tighten. She screamed and shrieked unable to help herself, not knowing how to control her blazing desire. Ross stared at her.
With one firm spank of her bare bottom, Alexander ordered, “Come now, whore, show your husband just how well I have fucked you.”
Although all for the benefit of Ross, the American was surprised how calling Scarlett a whore seemed to spark her orgasm into full flight. She screamed all the way through it as he reached to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, pulling the nipple painfully taut before he felt his cock burst to soak her channel with his hot seed. It made the powerful movement of his hips more purposeful, driving deeper inside her. Outside he grunted and growled with satisfaction but inside his mind chanted, “She is mine now and always will be.”
Alexander lost himself, still moving slow within her to prolong the connection between them when their pleasure receded. Scarlett moaned softly purring her contentment. He stretched over her body and planted small kisses across her back. For a moment, he forgot Ross was there until he heard him stand up brushing off the woman Alexander had instructed to pleasure him. He said nothing as he left the room but the slam of the door behind him told the American everything he wanted to know. The woman quickly followed. A smile of triumph lit Alexander’s handsome features.
Carefully, he raised Scarlett up from her lowered position over the bed and laid her back against the pillows. She was still panting when he swept his hand over her body loving the fine sheen of exertion coating her skin as he did so. He moved his dexterous fingers over the fading yellow bruising on her inner thighs left from being taken roughly by Ross in the past making him vow once more to never allow him to hurt her again.
Alexander covered Scarlett with the sheet and lying next to her pulled her naked body in to his arms, hushing and soothing her to sleep with endearments, enchanted when she curled her body up against him seeking his warmth and protection. Now he was determined she was leaving with him and without anything Ross Blackwood had ever bought her.
Time to make the daydream come true and make Scarlett Blackwood his wife.
Chapter 3
The billionaire wanted her and he was going to take her whether her husband wanted him to or not. She would belong to him. It was simply a matter of time. It was like playing chess for the ultimate prize. He just had to execute one perfect careful move to steal his opponent’s Queen and win the game.
Alexander had deliberately entered the house unannounced with the key Ross had given him to use if he or Scarlett were not present when he came to stay at short notice. He walked up the sweeping staircase and was just about to walk around the corner into the hallway of bedrooms when he stopped and stepped back seeing Scarlet walking along it to her bedroom. He observed unnoticed behind the wall for a moment taking in her soft curves. He wanted her to reach her door before he approached so they could talk in private in her room and he could assist her in packing her things. Then he would immediately take her from the house and draw her into the safety of his arms and under his protection. She was just about to open the door when he walked towards her causing her to turn startled to face him.
He smiled to himself taking in the sexy curves of the petite female form in front of him. His eyes momentarily drifted downwards to the pert plump bottom deliciously molded like a juicy peach for his viewing pleasure inside the mid-length black pencil skirt. He felt his hands itch at his sides as he pictured himself roughly removing the skirt, pulling down those lacy black panties, he had no doubt she would be wearing underneath, and slapping that delicious mound of flesh watching it jump and quiver, turning a hot rosy pink while she lay helpless over his knee trapped and completely in his power. And boy, did she deserve a spanking. Why the hell hadn’t she called him? He’d told her last time they were together that he expected her to call if Ross hurt her again. The man was a control freak.
He remembered when Scarlett had taken it upon herself to make them an impromptu dinner one night. She liked to cook, like him. They’d stood chatting in the large conservatory kitchen while she made a risotto. Ross did his best to undermine her the whole time, commenting on her technique of chopping the vegetables, how she stirred the damn food in the pan, moving it from one hob ring to the other because in his eyes she had it on the wrong one. The whole time was spent criticizing his wife, snatching the vegetables from her like a child to chop them because she was too slow or doing it incorrectly in his eyes. He always stood his tall frame in front of her as though to block her out from existence. It was an effort to bite his tongue but every now and then Alexander made a sly sarcastic comment about his European Manager. If he hadn’t been so damn good at his job and not financially supporting Scarlett, he would have punched him out for talking to her like that and fired him on the spot. Scarlett deserved so much better than that man yet she stayed with him and was loyal because she had sworn vows to him. The bastard had broken her down with his mental cruelty making her feel as if every time he shouted at her, which was most of the time, it was always her fault.
It had taken all of Alexander’s strength to do as she asked and leave her to deal with him and make decisions about her own life after he had broken Ross away from her after he’d shouted and sworn at her in public, physically pushing her out of a shop because, according to him, the spoiled brat had wanted to go home. There were rumors of infidelity but Ross had always been able to talk his way out of them and convince her otherwise. When Alexander had caught them fighting and Ross had pushed her to the floor, Alexander had expected her to leave Ross, perhaps even take him up on his offer of assistance to help her do so. But for some reason he couldn’t fathom, she had begged him to let Ross keep his job and now they were five months down the road and she still hadn’t walked out on the womanizer and gambler.
Now Ross had become violent, Alexander wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Whether she liked it or not he was going to take charge and force her to confront what Ross had done to her. She was coming home with him even if he had to spank her and throw her over his shoulder to carry her out. He had Ross Blackwood exactly where he wanted him and there would be nothing he could do to prevent him from taking his wife. Time to tell her about her new life.
“Alexander, I didn’t realize you were here I…”
Her speech was halted when he moved close to cup her face in his hands and possessively kiss her. To his satisfaction she didn’t try to push him away and responded. He swept his hand around her back and pulled her close. He heard her sigh with deep pleasure and when the kiss came to a natural end she rested her head on his shoulder making him tighten his embrace loving the feel of her in his arms. There was no pretense
