Chapter 92

Scarlett's POV

I had to admit Alexander was right. My body had begun to grow accustomed to him, even developing a kind of dependence. Realizing this made my uneasiness grow stronger.

With cold, sweaty palms pressed against Alexander's chest, I wanted to refuse him, but my body surrendered first. Every inch of my skin rebelled, betraying my rationality, craving his touch. This feeling of losing control terrified me, yet I couldn't resist it.

Alexander leaned down to my ear, "Staying tonight?" His voice was deep and seductive.

I struggled to stay clearheaded, asking what I'd been most concerned about all along. "Mr. Gray, do you have any leads about my sister?"

"These things take time," his fingers traced along my back. "Besides, you haven't told me the whole truth. Even with my connections, it's difficult to investigate when you're keeping secrets."

"I've already provided Yvette's photos and videos," I countered. "The conversations in the videos clearly use language from Colombia."

Despite my limited knowledge, I understood this basic fact, and I could tell Alexander had extensive connections in Colombia.

"Scarlett..." Alexander's voice grew husky; I could feel he could barely control his desire.

Did Alexander have no self-control in these matters? It had only been one night since we last made love. I wanted to refuse, but my thoughts were interrupted when he suddenly gripped my waist.

His hand slipped under my clothes, deliberately slowing his caresses, challenging my rationality. Each touch was like electricity coursing through my body. I hated this feeling of being controlled, yet couldn't escape it.

"Mr. Gray..." I tried to keep my voice steady.

"What did you call me?" Clearly, Alexander truly disliked this formal way of addressing him.

Under his intense stimulation, I felt my neck tense, involuntarily crying out: "Alex!"

He immediately silenced me with a deep kiss that nearly took away all my breath and ability to think. I felt like I was caught in a storm I couldn't escape.

Today, Alexander was more impatient than usual. His hands roughly kneaded my flesh, squeezing my breasts into various shapes. His eyes reddened as he tore off the remaining shirt on my body, his swollen member continuously rubbing against my lower body.

My lower abdomen contracted, my pussy growing wet, viscous vaginal discharge slowly being squeezed out, making liquid friction sounds. Then, my lower body tightened as his cock, aided by lubrication, forcefully pushed into my channel.

Even though I was somewhat prepared, I still gasped in pain, accompanied by waves of fullness. My inner walls continuously squeezed that hard massive object; even though we had done it just yesterday, entry was still difficult.

By evening, I lay exhausted at the edge of the bed, my eyelids too heavy to lift. I felt as if all strength had been drained from my body, wanting only to sink into unconscious darkness.

I vaguely sensed Alexander lighting a cigarette beside me, steadying his breath.

"Come here!" I heard Alexander calling to the cat.

That cat—I half-opened my eyes to see it just tilting its head, its sapphire eyes staring proudly at Alexander, displaying a haughty attitude.

"Ungrateful little thing! Just like her!" he muttered.

A bitter smile touched my lips. Not the same—at least the cat knew how to resist, unlike me who surrendered so easily.

The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room. But there was no conversation sound, so I contentedly drifted into sleep.

At this moment, I was drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness. When Alexander suddenly pulled me onto his lap, I opened my eyes in shock.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice clearly showing fatigue and annoyance.

Alexander's mouth spread into a brilliant smile as he kissed my lips: "One more time, hmm?"

Giving me no chance to refuse, he directly pulled away the covers, lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking loudly.

I wanted to struggle, but my body was too exhausted to do anything but passively accept. The commotion continued for nearly an hour. Only when Alexander was finally satisfied did he leave the bed, while I at last managed to support myself sitting up.

My entire body felt as if it had been crushed. However, when I saw the phone screen showing a call that had lasted dozens of minutes, my eyes widened in shock. Anger instantly washed over me, breaking through the shackles of fatigue.

Ignoring the pain in my body, I forced myself out of bed and followed Alexander into the bathroom.

"Alexander, are you crazy? You just..." I couldn't believe he had let someone listen to us making love for so long. This was an extreme insult and humiliation to me.

Alexander stood under the shower, water soaking his body and hair. Water droplets slid down his perfect muscle lines—in any other moment, this might have been a pleasing sight, but right now I only felt anger.

He pushed his hair back, giving me a seductive smile: "You should be grateful it wasn't Richard calling."

His words hit me like a heavy punch to the chest; I was instantly speechless. Instinctively, I clenched my fists, wanting to fight back, but quickly realized I was always at a disadvantage with Alexander. Whether in terms of physical strength, power, or resources, I couldn't compete with him.

After controlling my emotions, I still managed a smile, "Mr. Gray, I hope you won't do such boring things in the future."

I deliberately used his formal title, knowing it would displease him. Without waiting for his response, I left the bathroom, quickly tidied myself up, and headed downstairs with my phone.

Luke was standing downstairs, clearly waiting for me. He probably thought it made sense for me to leave now—after Alexander had used his toy, the toy should be properly put away. In the view of men like them, women were just objects, used and discarded.

Thinking about this made me feel sick.

"Miss Smith!" Luke approached me, "Are you heading home?"

"Yes. Will you drive me?" I asked calmly, trying not to show my emotions.

Luke scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Of course. Actually, I wanted to ask you something."

In the car, Luke appeared hesitant, his fingers constantly tapping on the steering wheel, revealing his nervousness.

I finally couldn't help but glance at him, directly revealing the truth: "You like Violet?"

"Huh?" Luke's mouth gaped open, shocked. "No... Miss Smith, how did you figure that out?"

My lips curled slightly upward; men are always so easy to read.

"The first time I saw Violet at Majestic Oak Villa, I noticed how you looked at her—unrestrained, direct, expressing affection."

"That kind of look is very obviously one of attraction," I continued, watching his reaction.

"Anyone... could see it." I turned toward the window, my tone becoming slightly mocking, "But Violet is your boss's woman. You dare to desire her?"

After saying this, I suddenly became curious about Alexander's women. I had already met Violet and that pregnant woman. I wondered what his other women were like. Did he have a specific type? Or did he like various styles?

But then I found myself ridiculous—why should I care about these things?

"Actually..." Luke stammered, "Actually, Mr. Gray and Violet don't have that kind of relationship. Violet has been with him for so long, but they never..."

Before Luke could finish, a phone call interrupted him. I closed my eyes, uninterested in Luke's call, but my curiosity had already been piqued, growing wild like weeds.

Alexander and Violet didn't have an intimate relationship? Then what was her position? Why had she been by his side for so long?