Chapter 37

Scarlett POV

But I had never killed anyone before.

How would I dispose of his body? Should I throw him into the river or dissolve him in acid?

Suddenly, Alexander's eyes opened languidly.

Looking at him in terror, my foot slipped, and I fell unexpectedly onto him, my cheek pressed tightly against his chest.

His heartbeat was strong and steady, his chest burning hot.

For a moment, I forgot to breathe, forgot my hatred, forgot all my plans.

"You want me dead that badly?"

I felt his chest vibrate, his voice low and dangerous. A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, the hair on my back standing on end.

I hastily straightened up, looking at him with uncertainty and alarm.

Alexander's eyes were deep, like an unfathomable pool. His lips curved slightly upward, with a hint of intensity that seemed capable of devouring one's soul.

If other women had seen such a powerful, handsome man with this expression, they would likely have lost their hearts instantly.

But I only felt a wave of revulsion.

I furrowed my brows tightly, wishing I could tie them into a knot, my hands pressing against his chest, desperate to escape this suffocating intimacy.

However, Alexander's hands were on my waist, restraining me firmly.

"Alexander, let me go!" My face flushed with heat, my heart anxious and angry, though I wasn't sure if it was due to rage or something else.

Alexander suppressed a laugh, his eyes flashing with dangerous light, his gaze traveling unashamedly from my face down to my chest.

His look was explicit and greedy, as if he wanted to devour me completely.

After lingering there, he slowly spoke, his voice deep and hoarse, carrying a shiver-inducing hunger: "I'm hungry."

I felt a pain in the small of my back, experiencing an electric-like stimulation, and finally realized his intention.

During our previous encounters, he had already discovered all my sensitive spots. My body had a terrifying conditioned response to his touch.

Like a wound-up music box, it took just a few touches from him to produce sounds that satisfied him—a perverse form of understanding.

I hated myself for this, and hated even more the honesty of my body that contradicted my inner resistance.

My body involuntarily went soft, as if my bones had been removed, and I collapsed onto his chest again.

My body trembled slightly, like a leaf in the wind.

Come to think of it, we hadn't tried this position before.

This sudden thought flashed through my mind like lightning, and when I realized it, I felt even more ashamed.

"Little aunt, don't be so forward," Alexander reminded me with a half-smile, his eyes full of mockery.

As if he had seen through my dirtiest secret, he deliberately used this formal title, making our intimacy seem even more absurd and wanton.

My face was so hot it felt like it was dripping blood. "Alexander, you're absolutely shameless!"

Alexander made no response, merely raising an eyebrow.

After all, his shameless image never needed rehabilitation. He was that kind of person—doing whatever he wanted, never caring about others' feelings.

"Are you sure you want to anger me at this moment?" This sentence was full of provocation.

I hurriedly tried to break free from his restraint, but the next second, I was pinned beneath him.

His gaze was no longer playful as before, but filled with a fervent intensity that seemed to want to strip me bare, burning fiercely against every inch of my skin.

"Alex—" I had just begun to speak when my voice was silenced by his kiss.

This kiss came so suddenly, so forcefully, like a storm sweeping away all my resistance and rationality.

His lips and tongue carried a punishing intensity, as if he wanted to devour my soul as well.

Within minutes, he had already snapped the tightly wound string in my mind. After that, everything became blurry and scorching hot.

As it turned out, Alexander was truly hungry. Not just in that way, but also for food.

We were entangled until the early hours of the morning before he finally let me go.

I leaned weakly against the sofa cushion, genuinely wondering if one day he might die in a woman's bed.

The intensity of the night had left me exhausted, even making thinking difficult.

I lifted my heavy eyelids and silently counted the number of times we had made love.

The more I counted, the paler my face became. Moreover, we hadn't used protection during the last few times. Fear pierced my chest like a cold knife.

"Next time, could you wear a condom..."

I turned with effort to look at Alexander, who was sitting on the carpet smoking a post-coital cigarette, but regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth.

Sure enough, Alexander immediately laughed.

He turned and gripped my chin, bringing his handsome, sensual face close, exhaling smoke as he said: "You've acquired a taste for me?"

My mind went blank with a "whoosh." Had I gone mad? To actually say "next time" to Alexander!

How could there possibly be a next time between us! This was clearly a mistake, an accident that should never have happened.

Alexander rested his elbow on his knee, supporting his chin as he looked at me with interest: "What? The old man has so many tricks, but he still can't satisfy you?"

His words cut into my self-esteem like a knife. I curled my fingers, feeling coldness spread from my fingertips.

Richard... he did have many tricks, and that's exactly why I walked on eggshells around him.

But now I could only rely on him. Even with my cooperation with Alexander, I didn't have the ability to break free from Richard.

Unless... I found a stronger backer than Richard. This thought flashed through my mind.

Thinking of this, I inexplicably looked at Alexander. Should I place all my bets on him? What kind of true face was hidden behind Alexander's handsome features?

Most importantly, could he stand against Richard? The possibility seemed laughable even to me.

"About what happened at Blair's house..." I hesitantly began, finally deciding to bring up this topic.

I hoped Alexander would handle our incident at Blair's house properly. After all, it concerned my reputation, my future.

I always believed that walls have ears. Even with Camila helping to smooth things over, it didn't mean the matter was settled.

Besides, Tom was an old fox. My behavior tonight had been too unusual; he might have already reported to Richard by now.

I stared steadily at Alexander, waiting for a definite answer, a promise that could give me some peace of mind.

But he changed the subject, his tone carrying a deeper meaning: "Haven't you reconsidered George? I could help him break off the engagement with the Blair family."

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding his meaning. George? Why did he suddenly mention George?

But the name still evoked beautiful memories in my heart.

"I don't want you to break off George and Sandra's engagement, and what does their marriage have to do with me anyway?"

I frowned, feeling he was bringing up an unwelcome topic. What did George's marriage have to do with me? Although I once... no, that was all in the past.

"Then do you want to be George's mistress?" Alexander's blunt question hit me in the chest like a heavy punch.

I sat up abruptly, glaring at him, my eyes burning with flames of humiliation and anger. "Alexander, what are you—"

"Or do you want to continue this clandestine relationship with me?"

He interrupted me, smiling slightly, a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

I felt his well-defined fingers enter my mouth, prying open my teeth, with an irresistible sense of control

"I might not be... better than Richard..."