Married to the Secret Stanger

Alexander clenched his jaw, gripping Joanne's wrists gently as she restlessly moved against him.

"Joanne...please behave." He said through gritted teeth.

The drug had taken full effect.

Her delicate fingers roamed over his chest, pulling at his tie, touching his jaw—

Tempting him in ways he never imagined.

"Alexander…" she murmured, her lips dangerously close to his.

His body tensed.

Joanne had no idea what she was doing.

She was burning up—desperate for relief.

But he wasn't a man who took advantage of weakness.

With a sharp breath, he grabbed her hands, pinning them to her lap.

"Joanne," he said, voice tight with control.

"You need to calm down."

She whimpered, shaking her head. "No… I—I need…"

Damn it.

She didn't even know what she was asking for.

Alexander's grip tightened.

Her flushed cheeks, parted lips, the way she whispered his name—

It was driving him insane.

But he wouldn't lose control.

At the King Manor

The moment the car pulled into the estate, Alexander wasted no time.

He lifted Joanne into his arms, carrying her upstairs to her room.

She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, refusing to let go.

His steps faltered as she nuzzled into his neck, pressing soft, heated kisses against his skin.

His jaw locked.

This was dangerous.

He kicked open her bedroom door, placing her gently on the bed.

But the moment he tried to pull away—

Joanne whimpered, gripping his shirt.

"Don't go…"

Her voice was soft, vulnerable.

Alexander exhaled sharply.

Damn it, woman.

He wasn't leaving her like this.

With a silent curse, he scooped her up again and carried her into the bathroom.

Alexander turned on the shower, letting cold water run down.

Joanne trembled as the icy droplets hit her skin, gasping in shock.

But the moment her dress became drenched.

Alexander froze.

Her wet clothes clung to her curves, revealing every inch of her delicate body.

Her fair skin and boob's can be seen.

His throat went dry.

Joanne shivered, blinking up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Alexander…" she whispered, reaching for him again.

Control.

He needed control.

But with Joanne standing before him, drenched and vulnerable…

He was dangerously close to breaking.