Chapter 761 I Must Make Love to You Tonight
"I can do it."
"You can't bring yourself to do it."
Alexander's fingers lightly brushed against Victoria's wrist before he leaned in and kissed her defiant lips.
Victoria couldn't dodge his kiss, and asher wrist hurt, her phone slipped from her hand.
She admitted she couldn't do it, not because she didn't want to, nor because she couldn't let go, but because he was being too forceful.
Alexander's lips, which were on hers, somehow moved to her neck. She could feel his teeth biting into her skin, pinching that little bit of flesh painfully.
Once, Olivia saw the hickey on her neck and told her that usually, more dominant men like to leave hickeys on women. Olivia then suggested there might be another reason.
Curious, Victoria asked, and Olivia replied, "It might be because they've been celibate for too long and are sexually frustrated."
Alexander needed to abstain?
"Alexander, stop."
"Baby, don't move around, be careful not to hurt your waist. Your husband is helping you undress."
Her mind was spinning. Did he just say "husband"?
As Alexander undressed for Victoria, he released her wrist. Realizing she could move her hands, Victoria quickly grabbed his hand. "Stop."
"Victoria, let me help you; you're not convenient yourself," Alexander said in his seductive voice.
"I am."
It was just a long dress, with little fabric, easy to take off. She didn't need any skills or strength.
However, Alexander's sexy, slender fingers, with a magical touch, gently caressed the skin on her neck, slowly moving inward before easily pushing aside the delicate fabric on her slender shoulders, leaving it to hang loosely.
His thin lips moved from her neck, slowly to her thin shoulder, then teased her collarbone.
Victoria felt a wave of heat wash over her. "Alexander, stop."
"Just this once."
"No," Victoria refused, though she knew he was determined to make love.
"But I miss you," He murmured, kissing her skin bit by bit downward.
"We're divorced."
"You still belong to me," Alexander chuckled, his voice domineering.
"How am I yours?"
Victoria cupped his face, looking at him with difficulty.
Alexander came close, kissed her forehead lightly, then kissed her lips, feeling the sweetness before slowly letting go, reminding her with slight satisfaction, "We were once married."
"Alexander, you can't..."
"I need to be with you tonight, Mrs. Harrington," he murmured, then kissed her again.
Victoria was on the verge of breaking down. His persistence, coupled with calling her 'Mrs. Harrington,' was too much to bear. She was no longer his wife.
He kissed her so hard she could hardly breathe, but she still managed to stubbornly inform him, "I'm just your subordinate."
"Alright, Ms. Kensington. This makes it even more interesting." He looked at her skin, feeling the beast within him about to break free.
But suddenly, something dripped. Alexander frowned and looked down. Victoria, momentarily stunned, was just about to check her chest when she noticed the source. His nose was bleeding.
"You're bleeding," she said.
Alexander slightly tilted his head back, having to leave her. He didn't want to dirty her.
Victoria watched him go to the bathroom, unable to help but frown in confusion. Was the floor heating too dry for him to handle?
But then she remembered he had installed temperature and humidity control equipment. The house was always comfortable.
Victoria was a bit worried, concerned that something might be wrong with his health. Strawberry was still so little—what if her dad...
She quickly got up, holding her waist, and walked towards the bathroom, calling out, "Alexander, are you okay?"
Alexander washed up for a bit, then looked at her and sighed helplessly. He couldn't blame her; he could only blame himself.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Victoria asked with concern.
"Why go to the hospital? Do you just want to see Samuel?"
"What?" Victoria was stunned. What did this have to do with Samuel?
"Are you planning to tell him that I forced you to delete his account and block his number? That it's all my fault, and you're an innocent victim?"
"What are you talking about?" Victoria was clearly worried about him, yet he was saying such things. She thought Alexander might be seriously ill.
She turned to leave, but Alexander stepped forward and grabbed her, saying, "I'm telling you, even if you tell him that, it won't work. You know I have investments in his hospital, right? Getting him fired is just a word from me."
"You're going too far," Victoria said angrily, struggling to break free from his grip.
"This is too far? I can go further."
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"I'm going to take a shower, and then we can make love."
"Alexander..." she protested.
He ignored her, immediately pressing her against the wall and sealing her mouth with a forceful kiss.
Victoria wanted to hit him, but her hands were quickly pinned above her head. His domineering eyes locked onto hers as he said, "Even if you make a fuss tonight, it won't change anything. I will sleep with you."
With that, Alexander kissed her again, more forcefully this time. Victoria thought he was simply a pervert. Why did he always want only her? He could have other women; so many pretty women out there were waiting for him.
Alexander carried her under the shower, looking at her wet face and short hair. He raised his hand to cup her face, staring straight at her.
"Alexander, you're such a jerk," Victoria struggled. Her clothes were stripped off, standing powerlessly in the water, letting him kiss her while cursing him.
She felt he didn't care about her feelings at all. He just wanted to use her to vent his desires. Determined, she opened her arms, and hugged him actively, making Alexander's heart tremble as she kissed him back.
But in an instant, she bit his lips hard, causing blood to flow quickly. It seemed Victoria had forgotten that pain would only make him crazier.
The next moment, he kissed her until her breathing became intermittent. His hand moved from her shoulder to her slender waist. Kneeling on one knee, he noticed the scar on her belly and froze, staring at it.
Victoria's face was already indistinguishable between tears and water. When Alexander looked up, from her lower body to her face, he slowly let go of her.
He stood up and grabbed the shower gel, with no emotion on his face, slowly applying the shower gel to her body, but no longer with any passionate behavior.
Victoria's chin trembled as she cried, then slowly opened her eyes to see him staring at her body without a hint of desire.
Her sobbing slowly stopped, staring straight at him as she said, "Alexander, what are you doing?"
"Can't you see?" he said, then turned her around.
Victoria flushed awkwardly. "I can wash myself."
"Shut up, say one more word, and I won't care about you."
She quieted down immediately, her body trembling slightly as she let him scrub her back. The water was warm, but she felt a chill running down her spine.
Victoria felt his forehead resting on her cervical spine, her heart couldn't help but race again, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming her. She whispered, "Alexander..."
"Shut up."
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