Chapter 209 Give Yourself to Me
Victoria found herself struggling to regain her composure as his grip on her wrist tightened, pulling her into a kiss that bordered on painful. It felt as if her lips might tear under the intensity. He showed no signs of relenting. His kisses became more audacious, pressing her down, journeying from her lips to her jawline, and trailing a path down her neck.
Gasping for breath and her voice hoarse, she managed to utter his name, "Alexander Harrington."
Upon hearing his name fall from her lips, Alexander's fervor began to wane. Battling to regain his sanity, he found himself grappling with the vast chasm that had emerged between them.
Their age difference was negligible, and just a few years prior, they could converse about anything and everything. So why now, after a mere two years, did she assert they had nothing in common? How could the immature young man she now favored have surpassed him?
The bitter knot in his stomach tightened each time he remembered finding her, comfortably nestled with another man in the break room. He caught his breath, striving to regain his composure, with a firm reminder, "You're my wife."
"Yes."
Victoria Kensington shot him a cautious glance before lowering her eyes, her vigilance unwavering. She couldn't decipher his recent erratic behavior. Since his return, they had shared countless kisses, and he always managed to catch her off guard with his sudden, passionate, and often frustrated advances.
"Do you not realize you're my wife, yet you rendezvous with my younger brother in the dead of night?"
Alexander Harrington's words were laced with a bitterness he couldn't conceal. He was aware of his jealousy, and it was agonizing.
Silence descended as Victoria chose not to respond, refusing to meet his gaze again. He was left with no choice but to grasp her chin, compelling her to look into his stern eyes, his voice a low growl, "Why won't you speak?"
"Happy...birthday."
The words slipped out before she had a chance to reconsider. Could they possibly douse the flames of his anger?
Alexander Harrington was taken aback, his confusion evident...but eventually, he loosened his grip on her chin, continuing to hold her gaze as he moved closer. "And then?" he inquired.
"Weren't you saying there was something urgent?"
Relieved to have redirected the conversation, she quietly exhaled.
"Yes, there's an urgent matter."
His disappointment was palpable, recognizing her diversion for what it was. Yet, they had to press on.
"Please, Mr. Harrington, give your orders."
Hearing her address him formally as Mr. Harrington, he understood her intention all too well. He couldn't resist cupping her face, chuckling softly against her forehead before adding, "Victoria Kensington, you still owe your husband a birthday gift."
"My gifts are too humble for someone like you," she murmured, her gaze averted.
She couldn't fathom squandering a fortune on a gift for him when the money could be put to far better use.
Holding his breath, Alexander declared, "Then give yourself to me."
Her heart pounded in response.
"Offer yourself to me; I don't consider you cheap."
"Impossible," she retorted without hesitation.
Yet his lips curved into a smile, "But tonight, you're all mine." The more Victoria resisted, the more he yearned to overpower her, to shatter her impossibilities.
Victoria Kensington's hands were pressed against the wall, her eyes darting around in his for what felt like an eternity before she finally succumbed; his gaze was too commanding.
"If you need to get laid, I can find you someone else."
The number of women eager to share Alexander's bed was infinite.
And as his secretary, arranging a companion for him wouldn't pose a challenge.
Upon hearing this, Alexander Harrington was so enraged he found himself gasping for breath before he could regain some semblance of composure. "I want you tonight."
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