




Chapter 24
Scarlett POV
Alexander took the black silk blindfold from the bed and slowly covered my eyes.
The world fell into darkness, the cool silk against my skin making my senses even more acute.
First, I heard the sound of metal and leather colliding, then a cool sensation pressed against my wrists, making my breathing slightly quicken.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
I couldn't see his expression, but Alexander seemed unusually gentle now.
I tried moving my wrists; the leather restraints held me firmly but without much discomfort.
I softly murmured, "Mmm."
Then my legs were spread apart, while a hand gently caressed my cheek, sliding to my lips, rough fingertips repeatedly kneading my lower lip.
Burning with heat throughout my body, I couldn't bear such light touches.
I opened my mouth, tentatively licking Alexander's finger.
I heard him give a low hum, his voice husky, apparently very satisfied with my response.
A hint of victorious smile appeared on my lips.
Then I felt a tremendous force embrace me, my body flipping over. I seemed to be straddling Alexander.
"This is more comfortable!" his voice came from below, also carrying a hint of amusement.
Biting my lower lip, I felt somewhat embarrassed.
A certain part of his body was already hard as a rock, pressing against my abdomen. Heat transmitted through my skin, almost burning me.
Not wanting to let him continue feeling smug, I deliberately sank my body downward. Alexander immediately let out a low, muffled groan from his throat.
My lips curled up slightly; since he was letting me take the lead, I would do things my way.
The blindfold prevented me from seeing his face, but I could imagine how he looked now—his tense jaw, slightly parted lips, and the desire showing in those blue eyes.
I slowly moved my hips, rubbing against his body, as if testing his limits. His hands suddenly tightened, fingers almost digging into the flesh of my buttocks.
I heard Alexander say through gritted teeth: "Stop playing."
His impatience made me laugh, as if responding to his eagerness.
Raising my hips, I adjusted my angle, then slowly sank down.
At that moment, I felt his penis gradually stretching me open, wetness and tightness intertwining, bringing an almost suffocating pleasure.
My breath halted for a second, then turned into a suppressed moan.
Alexander's hands slid to my hips, forcefully lifting me up, then quickly guiding me back down.
This lovemaking was different from all the previous times; it seemed like we were both finally finding pleasure in it.
I moved cooperatively, rising and falling, each descent filling my body to the extreme, that feeling of fullness making my scalp tingle. In the end, I could only rely completely on my knees and Alexander's hands to maintain balance.
This feeling of helplessness instead ignited a deeper desire within me.
"You're beautiful," he suddenly said, his voice hoarse, with a hint of panting.
Hearing these words, I suddenly quickened my pace, my hips rising and falling with greater amplitude.
Alexander's breathing became rapid, his fingers pressing harder. I could feel the tension in his body and that sense of being on the edge of losing control.
This excitement also made my body begin to tremble uncontrollably, sweat and tears soaking the blindfold.
My throat started to emit broken moans, mixed with his low growls, echoing throughout the room.
Intense pleasure exploded like electricity from my lower abdomen, rushing up my spine to my brain.
Alexander let out a low growl, and then I felt his body jerk sharply inside me, a warm flow surging in.
I collapsed powerlessly on top of him, my chest heaving violently as I gasped for breath.
Alexander finally released my buttocks, instead stroking my back, his fingertips lightly tracing over my sweat-dampened skin. I was still panting, my mind completely blank.
The room was silent except for the sound of my intense heartbeat intertwining with his breathing.
After quite a while, he finally calmed down and undid the restraints on my hands.
I flexed my fingers, but before I could remove the blindfold, Alexander pulled me into his arms.
His lips pressed against the side of my neck, giving a light bite, then he said softly, "Well done!"
I didn't wake up until noon the next day. Blinking my dry eyes, I raised a hand to block the glaring sunlight.
I remembered falling asleep leaning against Alexander after being completely exhausted last night.
The sheets were tangled messily around me, and a lingering scent of passion hung in the room.
Struggling to support my heavy body, I grabbed my phone. It was already two in the afternoon.
Damn, I had slept for so long!
Looking around, Alexander was nowhere to be seen, but I hadn't forgotten the deal we made last night!
After covering the intimate marks on my neck and changing clothes, I picked up my phone and called George back. The call connected quickly.
"Scarlett!" George's voice was full of concern. "I've been looking for you all night. Where did you go?"
I didn't want to explain what happened last night; it would only make George more worried.
Taking a deep breath, I avoided his question: "Mr. Harber, according to our schedule, we have a private plane at four o'clock. I'll meet you directly at the airport."
"You didn't answer my question," his voice carried a persistence I had never heard before.
"Whose car did you get into last night?"
My knuckles turned white as I gripped the phone. George must have seen me get into Alexander's car, but at least he didn't know who had taken me.
"Mr. Harber, please forgive me, I have some urgent matters to attend to. See you at the airport."
"Scarlett!"
Not waiting for George to finish, I quickly hung up. Clutching my phone, guilt washed over me like a tide, but I had no choice.
I had to protect him from harm, and protect myself even more.
After packing my luggage, I returned to last night's banquet hotel.
I didn't know what purpose the person who drugged me last night had, but thinking about that aphrodisiac, I feared it might be related to the Gray family.
Upon arriving at the Suncrest City Grand Elite Hotel, I walked straight to the front desk.
"I'm Scarlett Smith. I need to see your head of security regarding some... unpleasant incidents that occurred in the VIP area last night."
Seeing my elegant attire and my tone, the receptionist hesitated for only a second before immediately picking up the phone.
A few minutes later, the burly security chief and the hotel manager appeared before me.
"Ms. Smith, how may we be of service?"
The hotel manager's attitude was cautious yet respectful, though his eyes held a hint of wariness.
"Last night in the eighth-floor banquet hall, someone added unknown substances to drinks in the VIP area," I said straightforwardly.
"I need to review the surveillance footage of that area."
I didn't fully explain what happened last night; it was too unusual and might attract attention.
They exchanged glances, then the manager cleared his throat: "Could you please explain the situation in detail? Perhaps we can resolve this issue internally, without involving the police..."
My gaze was sharp as a knife: "I'm here to check the surveillance footage, not to discuss solutions."
Perhaps my tone was too forceful, or perhaps the Gray family name behind me truly carried weight, but they led me into a small conference room.
However, after watching a few minutes of surveillance video, the hotel manager's expression became even more serious.
"Ms. Smith, I deeply regret to inform you," he said, "the VIP area is our hotel's privacy protection zone, with no surveillance equipment installed."
I gripped my handbag tightly, my knuckles turning white from the force: "Even in a situation where a guest was nearly drugged?"
The manager looked at me helplessly, as if I were being unreasonable.
"Even so, we can only assist the police with their investigation, but a formal report would be required..."
"Forget it," I impatiently interrupted him. It was clear I wouldn't get to the bottom of this today.
"Please arrange a car to take me to the airport."