Madison"Jesus fucking Christ," Alexander hissed, his fingers pinching my nipples. "Your pussy feels amazing." I rolled my hips experimentally, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. His hands moved to my waist, guiding my movements. "That's it," he encouraged, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Ride my cock, Madison." I began to move earnestly, lifting myself up before sinking back down. Each downward motion sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. "Fuck, Mr. Knight," I moaned, picking up the pace. "You feel so big inside me." He smirked, clearly pleased with my words. "You take my cock so well. Like your pussy was made for it." His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my sensitive flesh was almost too much. "Oh god," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. "Don't stop." He switched to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before soothing it with hi
MadisonI could feel Alexander's eyes on me as I leaned against his desk for support, my legs still wobbly. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Thoroughly fucked and still gorgeous." I brushed my hair out of my face, feeling the flush on my cheeks. "Is that your professional assessment, Mr. Knight?" He laughed, tucking himself back into his pants with practiced ease. "Very professional. I should add it to your performance review." "Please don't," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. Alexander moved toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from his kisses. "You're something else, Madison Harper," he murmured before leaning in to kiss me. His lips were softer than they had any right to be, moving against mine with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough fucking we'd just engaged in. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his chest. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with ren
Madison"You look stressed, Maddie," Mom said, reaching out to touch my hand. "Is that Alexander Knight fellow working you too hard?" I nearly choked. If only she knew how hard he'd worked me over his desk just hours ago. "It's just the usual work stuff," I said, recovering quickly. "Lots of responsibility." Mom sighed, her eyes taking on that distant look I'd come to dread. "If your father were still here, you wouldn't have to push yourself so hard. He would have made sure we were taken care of." "Mom, please—" "I know, I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's just... he was so good with money. We never worried when he was alive." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Dad had been gone for years now, but Mom still talked about him like he'd just stepped out for groceries. "We're doing okay now," I assured her. "You focus on getting better." "Have you heard from your brother?" she asked suddenly. I stiffened. "Mom, I don't want to talk about him." "Madison—" "No," I said fi
MadisonThe shrill ring of my phone cut through my morning routine like a chainsaw. I glanced at the screen while struggling to zip up my pencil skirt and groaned. Jackson. My thumb hovered over the decline button. I could always claim I was in the shower or cooking. But something about ignoring him felt unnecessarily mean. With a sigh that carried the weight of social obligation, I accepted the call. "Hello?" I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder while searching for my other heel. "Good morning, Maddie!" Jackson's voice was irritatingly chipper for 7:30 AM. "Hope I didn't wake you." "No, just getting ready for work," I said, triumphantly fishing out the missing shoe. "Perfect timing then. I'm heading to my office downtown and have to pass right by Knight Industries. Thought I could swing by and give you a ride." I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. Of course, he did. "Oh, that's so nice of you," I said, injecting fake disappointment into my voice, "but the
MadisonI lifted my gaze from the computer screen as the elevator dinged. A woman in a red dress strutted toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a timer counting down to chaos. "I'm here to see Alexander." She planted her manicured hands on my desk, leaning forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" "I don't need one. We have... history. Just tell Shim Vanessa's here." "I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight only takes scheduled appointments. I can help you set one up for next week-" "Listen here, little secretary." She interrupted. "I'm Vanessa Caldwell. I spent the night with Alexander last weekend, and I'm not leaving until I see him." "As I mentioned, without an appointment or express permission from Mr. Knight-" "Who do you think you are? Just because you stand next to him all day, fetching his coffee and taking notes, you think you're special?" "Ma'am, I need to ask you to leave-" "You're pathetic. Playing gatekeeper, pretendi
MadisonHis presence was intoxicating. Alexander's cologne wrapped around me, lingering like dark spices and something earthy. My pulse quickened as he leaned in, our faces just inches apart. "You're here," he murmured. "Mr. Knight, what's going on?" My voice trembled. I placed a hand on his chest, meaning to push him back, but all I felt was the chiseled muscles under his shirt. He took my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and pressing it back against the wall. The heat from his touch was electric, coursing straight to my core. My breathing turned shallow, and my heart thudded in my ears. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You're really here." He whispered huskily. His gaze swept my face, lingering on my lips as his breath warmed my cheek. "Are you... okay?" I stammered. His pupils seemed larger than normal, almost swallowing the blue of his irises. Something felt off. Was he on drugs? "I'm more than okay." He nuzzled against my neck, lips brushing my skin. "You're p
MadisonI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck - a very sexy, Alexander Knight-shaped truck. My body ached in places I'd forgotten existed, and my inner thighs bore the telltale bruises of last night's activities. "Get it together, Madison," I muttered to my reflection as I applied concealer under my eyes. Despite my best makeup efforts, the woman staring back looked debauched. The subway ride to work was torture. Every bump and sway reminded me of how Alexander had moved inside me. How his hands had gripped my hips. How he'd called me Katherine. Katherine. The name bounced around my skull like an angry ping-pong ball. I'd spent half the night googling "Katherine Alexander Knight" with zero results. Not that I was jealous or anything. I mean, why would I be jealous of someone whose name my boss moaned while high on God-knows-what? The elevator ride up to the office felt longer than usual. I checked my phone seventeen times in thirty seconds, praying there wouldn't be a me
MadisonThe shrill ring pierced through our conversation like divine intervention. I almost wept with relief. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "That's your phone." Oh. Right. My phone. The one currently screaming from my pocket like a banshee with its vocal cords caught in a blender. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Knight." I fumbled my phone, almost dropping it before answering. "Hello?" "Is this Madison Harper?" A clinical voice cut through the line. "Speaking." "This is Metro General Hospital. Your mother, Sarah Harper, was brought to our emergency room-" The world tilted sideways. The pristine office, Alexander's expensive desk, the Manhattan skyline - everything blurred into meaningless shapes. "What happened? Is she-" "She's stable now, but we need you to come in immediately." I shot up from my chair. "I'll be right there." "Madison?" Alexander's voice snapped me back to reality. "What's wrong?" "My mom—she's in the ER. I have to go —" I gestured vaguely at the door. "John will take
MadisonThe shrill ring of my phone cut through my morning routine like a chainsaw. I glanced at the screen while struggling to zip up my pencil skirt and groaned. Jackson. My thumb hovered over the decline button. I could always claim I was in the shower or cooking. But something about ignoring him felt unnecessarily mean. With a sigh that carried the weight of social obligation, I accepted the call. "Hello?" I wedged the phone between my ear and shoulder while searching for my other heel. "Good morning, Maddie!" Jackson's voice was irritatingly chipper for 7:30 AM. "Hope I didn't wake you." "No, just getting ready for work," I said, triumphantly fishing out the missing shoe. "Perfect timing then. I'm heading to my office downtown and have to pass right by Knight Industries. Thought I could swing by and give you a ride." I rolled my eyes at my reflection in the mirror. Of course, he did. "Oh, that's so nice of you," I said, injecting fake disappointment into my voice, "but the
Madison"You look stressed, Maddie," Mom said, reaching out to touch my hand. "Is that Alexander Knight fellow working you too hard?" I nearly choked. If only she knew how hard he'd worked me over his desk just hours ago. "It's just the usual work stuff," I said, recovering quickly. "Lots of responsibility." Mom sighed, her eyes taking on that distant look I'd come to dread. "If your father were still here, you wouldn't have to push yourself so hard. He would have made sure we were taken care of." "Mom, please—" "I know, I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's just... he was so good with money. We never worried when he was alive." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Dad had been gone for years now, but Mom still talked about him like he'd just stepped out for groceries. "We're doing okay now," I assured her. "You focus on getting better." "Have you heard from your brother?" she asked suddenly. I stiffened. "Mom, I don't want to talk about him." "Madison—" "No," I said fi
MadisonI could feel Alexander's eyes on me as I leaned against his desk for support, my legs still wobbly. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Thoroughly fucked and still gorgeous." I brushed my hair out of my face, feeling the flush on my cheeks. "Is that your professional assessment, Mr. Knight?" He laughed, tucking himself back into his pants with practiced ease. "Very professional. I should add it to your performance review." "Please don't," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. Alexander moved toward me, his hand reaching out to cup my face. His thumb traced my lower lip, still swollen from his kisses. "You're something else, Madison Harper," he murmured before leaning in to kiss me. His lips were softer than they had any right to be, moving against mine with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the rough fucking we'd just engaged in. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his chest. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with ren
Madison"Jesus fucking Christ," Alexander hissed, his fingers pinching my nipples. "Your pussy feels amazing." I rolled my hips experimentally, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. His hands moved to my waist, guiding my movements. "That's it," he encouraged, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Ride my cock, Madison." I began to move earnestly, lifting myself up before sinking back down. Each downward motion sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. "Fuck, Mr. Knight," I moaned, picking up the pace. "You feel so big inside me." He smirked, clearly pleased with my words. "You take my cock so well. Like your pussy was made for it." His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my sensitive flesh was almost too much. "Oh god," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. "Don't stop." He switched to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before soothing it with hi
MadisonHe stepped back, leaving me bent over his desk, my skirt still bunched around my waist. I turned my head to look at him, my breath catching at the predatory gleam in his eyes. "Stand up," he commanded. I straightened, adjusting my skirt, feeling the sting on my ass from his spanking. The throbbing between my legs was almost unbearable. "You know what I want," he said, walking over to the couch in the corner of his office. He sat down, spreading his legs wide, his erection clearly visible through his tailored pants. "Come here and show me how much you want me to touch you." I walked over to him, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When I reached him, he looked up at me with those intense eyes. "On your knees," he said, his voice deep and commanding. I sank down between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs. His cologne surrounded me, that expensive scent that was uniquely him. "I want that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock," he said, running his t
MadisonI settled back at my desk, trying to focus on Alexander's schedule for tomorrow. My mind kept drifting back to the cafeteria confrontation with Elizabeth and her crew. At least I'd stood up for myself. The old Madison would have scurried away like a frightened mouse. The intercom on my desk buzzed, making me jump. "Ms. Harper, come to my office." Alexander's voice was crisp and professional. I grabbed my tablet and smoothed my skirt before heading to his door. I knocked once and entered. Alexander sat behind his massive desk, reviewing some files. He didn't look up immediately; his brow furrowed in concentration. When he finally glanced up, his eyes did that thing where they seemed to see straight through my clothes. "Did you have lunch?" he asked, setting the files aside. "Yes, Mr. Knight." I clutched my tablet like a shield. "In the cafeteria." "Anything interesting happened?" He leaned back in his chair, studying me. I shrugged. "Just the usual office gossip. Nothin
MadisonI froze, my hand tightening around my water bottle. The voice belonged to Elizabeth Robinson from Marketing. I'd only interacted with her a handful of times, but she'd always struck me as the office gossip. "I heard Mr. Knight's been calling her into his office after hours for weeks now," another voice added, Hannah Martin from Accounting. "God, can you imagine? A real estate project in Manhattan? She's a personal assistant, for crying out loud." That was Brittany Wilson, one of the junior executives who'd been gunning for a promotion for months. "Well, she must be doing something right," Jessica Brown said with a laugh. "Or should I say, doing someone right." They erupted into muffled giggles, unaware that I stood just a few feet away, partially obscured by a column. I considered my options: slink away to eat alone at my desk or confront them directly. The old Madison would have chosen retreat. But something had shifted in me recently—perhaps it was Alexander's confidenc
MadisonThe room fell silent. I could feel the weight of their stares, a mixture of curiosity and what seemed like disbelief. "Ms. Harper," Victor continued, his tone neutral but with an undercurrent, I couldn't quite place, "perhaps you'd like to share your background in real estate development with the team?" I took a deep breath. "Thank you, Mr. Harmon. While my direct experience in real estate development is limited, I bring strong organizational skills and a fresh perspective to the table. I have worked closely with Mr. Knight on various projects." "Organizational skills?" Lucas Garcia interrupted, not bothering to hide his skepticism. "Ms. Harper, with all due respect, this is a huge development project in one of the most competitive real estate markets in the world. We need more than organizational skills at the helm." The room tensed. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but I forced myself to maintain eye contact with him. "Mr. Garcia," I began, keeping my voice steady, "I und
MadisonI smoothed down my skirt and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs. How was I supposed to focus on work when my body was still humming with unfulfilled needs? John opened the car door, and Alexander stepped out first, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced ease. I followed, grateful for the moment to compose myself. "The project meeting starts in ten minutes," Alexander said, checking his watch. "I need to grab something from my office first. I'll meet you in the conference room." "Yes, Mr. Knight." He strode ahead, leaving me to follow at my own pace. I took the opportunity to duck into the restroom, desperate to make myself presentable. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized—flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and eyes still bright with arousal. I splashed cold water on my face, careful not to ruin my makeup, and retrieved my panties from my purse. "This is insane," I muttered as I slipped into a stall to put them back on. Th