Chapter 13

Z A R A

Gentle? Does he think he can be gentle?

"Please, Alejandro! I beg of you to give me some time to... adjust. Please..." my voice is shaking with desperate pleas falling on deaf ears.

"Adjust? To what, my love?" He asks while nipping at the skin of my chest.

To you and your horrible way of treating me.

Give me time until I can't feel a shred of emotion anymore. Give me time until I'm just a hollow shell.

"I never go back on my word. Especially, when it comes to disciplining people who are out of line," his words are stern with an edge of warning. "You are now the wife of Alejandro Genovese. You, out of all people, should never step out of line."

If I speak against this again, it won't be good for me at all. I squeeze my eyes shut, my grip on the couch tightening as he kisses down my chest to my stomach.

I hate the way my body is reacting before he even reaches the middle. It's sensitive to his touch in ways that should only be valid if I enjoyed this.

Am I... enjoying this?

No! I can't be. This is bringing me utter despair... I want to drop dead! Then, why... why is it that watching him touch me, feeling him against me, is making me putty in his hands?

"I wonder how easily you can cum for me..." Alejandro's words are mere thoughts he's having. Instinctively, my hands trying to reach for him to grip something but he slams them down.

"You're not allowed to touch me unless I allow it," he states as he places his lips back on mine while holding both my wrists above my head with his right hand.

He uses the other hand to slide his fingers up the curve of my waist, outlining my breasts until he finally reaches my nipples. He rolls the nipple into a peak, making me moan softly at the touch that made my body jolt in ways I've never felt before.

He leaves my lips, moving them slowly down my neck, suckling each spot that made every part of my body sensitive, reacting in ways that are leaving me breathless. When his lips finally close around the nipple that was untouched, I begin to succumb to this addictive feeling shamefully.

"Ale-jandro..." his name escapes my lips softly. I'm supposed to beg him to stop but the words aren't reaching my lips. My body is shamelessly selfish for him to finish what he started.

"Fuck, say my name again," his breathy voice demands as his hand slides down from my breasts to my stomach. His fingers trail further down to the warmth between my thighs. A sudden hint of teeth at my nipple was all it took for my legs to open apart, allowing his fingers to find my swollen clit.

"You're already soaking wet—do I excite you that much?" He mocks me as he pulls out his fingers to examine the fluid it's covered in. "The sight of you is a tremendously compelling invitation for me to just shove my dick inside of you right now. In fact, your pussy seems to be more than ready..." He pauses. "But I won't. Not yet, at least," his smirk twists into a sinister grin. His words fall on deaf ears as I gasp sharply, my hips buck into his hands because of his surprising touch. His fingers continue to work in ways that make me gasp again, but this time, I moan out his name.

"Just like that, my love," he whispers into my ear. "Say my name so I can make you cum, beg me to make you cum like the good girl you are."

I know he's getting off on the idea that he can unravel me so easily. He loves that I'm so desperate for him to touch me. My pathetic self makes it even more obvious with how easily I cry out for him and how unimaginably sensitive he makes my body.

Alejandro sucks into my soft skin, marking my neck and chest to mark me as his. I'm entirely his in every way now that we are married. He believes that my body is completely his as well, inside and out.1

My hands itch to reach out, to touch him but I don't know what he'll do if I don't follow his rule. So, I settle my fisted hand against the couch while I cum with my face covered with my opposite hand.

My body shakes against him, my hips pushing into his hands as my back arches. His name still manages to escape my lips, through the hand that is covering my mouth.

Alejandro pulls my hand away, an annoyed expression taking over his face, "Never cover your face when we fuck. I want to see every bit of expression you make, I want to see everything."

"P-Please stop. T-This is e-enough," my body is exhausted. My protests fell on deaf ears. Instead, Alejandro tilts his head up from my chest to watch my face as he continues to rub tight circles against my clit, pushing past my first orgasm into another body shuddering one. I try to stop him but my voice is weak. It takes everything in me to not reach out to stop him or touch him. My hands are aching to reach out to him, just one touch.

"You're such an obedient wife today, my love," he whispers hoarsely into my ear. "Even though you're protesting are weak, you're taking what I give you and reacting the way I want you to react. You have even obeyed the rule of not touching me unless I let you," his fingers quicken their pace.

A moaning cry leaves my parted lips as I came again. This time, it felt less pleasurable than the first and second times. I'm exhausted beyond means as my head falls back on the couch.

"N-No m-more," I manage to say. "P-please,"

He licks the juices off of his fingers with the most satisfied smirk playing on his face,

"Not bad."

I cover my face in complete embarrassment at his comment. He pulls away from my hands and pins them down on my sides as leans in to kiss me with an aggressive passion.

"Kiss me," he demands as he looks into my eyes with a different kind of hunger. "Kiss me back, Zara," his voice is softer this time.

I turn my head away from his intense gaze,

"Alejandro... I..."

He places one of my hands on his cheek to give me permission to touch him. Without much thought, I caress his cheek gently with my thumb as my heart melts.

"How did we get here?" I whisper faintly, my heart clenching painfully tight. Even though every morally superior nerve in my body is screaming at me to stop, I pull him against my lips, kissing him in the inexperienced yet naive way that I can. He moans against my mouth as his hands wrap against my waist, pulling me tight against his body.

"You drive me into hysterics, Zara Khan–or rather Zara Genovese," his words are quieter, gentler. He rests his head in the crook of my neck, nuzzling against me, "I'll never let you go. You can never escape me, I'll never let you."

His words were unsettling, crushing the bits of hope that we're still illuminating in my heart.

"Because I don't think I'll survive without you from this point onwards," his words were so hushed that I almost missed it.

"I'm sorry?" I wasn't sure if I even heard it right. "I didn't hear the last—"

He's asleep.

He literally fell asleep.

Just like that.

As his chest rises and falls in a slow, gentle motion, he looks so peaceful. Just looking at him like this makes me feel like I'm falling in love all over again. But I shouldn't.

He's only like this–this tranquil–at rare times, he can't be the man I knew before because that man never existed, right?

It was all just a facade that was created as a game by him, and I played right into his hands. I became the piece that he can use and abuse without causing any consequences to his own gameplay.

I'm breaking, I'm slowly but surely breaking. The hope that I held onto in the beginning is now crumbling, taking away pieces of myself with it. One day, I'll be his, completely and utterly his. I'll become that obedient and dutiful wife he so desires with no wants and needs of my own. And when that day comes, Zara Khan will cease to exist, she will be replaced my a hollow, disciplined doll; an empty shell of a person that once existed.

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I plan on leaving a lighthearted note after every chapter bc shit gets dark here. 💀