Chapter 28

Z A R A

The first wet brush of Alejandro's tongue against my clit felt so good it was almost overwhelming, my body jolting at the sensation. It made me gasp, his firm touch keeping me still for him to repeat the motion. Already, I was shaking.

It wasn't like anything I felt before, this was something I can feel at the core of myself, spreading the ecstasy throughout my body. The patterns of Alejandro's tongue traced across my heated flesh are satisfying in a way I'd never felt, full bloom of sensation and heat.

When one of his fingers teased my entrance, I can barely even form a coherent word. The thoughts simply have no traction, falling away at the new stimulation as it pushed in. And that felt right, didn't it? The second finger hurt a little bit, but the pain of the stretch was lessened by the taunt coil of pleasure encouraged with every stroke of his tongue.

"A-Alejandro—" I gasp out, disgustingly needy as I'm writhing beneath him, so close that I can feel myself beginning to unravel to meet my end, "Please, I-I can't take it, please."

My back arches away from the cushion that was warmed by my flushed body, my hips senselessly pushing against Alejandro's fingers, against his tongue, into the warmth of the drug-like intoxication of pleasure and the way it bubbled my thoughts into nothingness and made everything sweet. My breathing is heavy, and my eyes are closed to the world as I'm floating on that feeling.

"Did you enjoy that, my love?" He's smiling just slightly.

"Mhm..." I hum in response, everything still unfocused around me.

"That's good... I'm delighted that you enjoyed that. I'm going to enjoy ruining you," he says in a sickly sweet tone.

My eyes open quickly, realizing that this isn't over.

"R-Ruin me?" I thought we were doing pretty well here.

"Oh? You thought your little show with Elijah tonight was forgotten?" He puts on his threatening expression.

"Alejandro, you're extremely insecure for someone who has his wife trapped inside an apartment, where she's only allowed to eat, drink and breathe," my anger is rising up. I grab my pajama shirt and bottom, underwear, and bra, sliding them back on one by one. "Elijah is nothing but a friend! I would rather die than choose a man who works in your field. One man from the mafia is enough for a lifetime."

"It did not look that way tonight," he says through gritted teeth. "You and Elijah looked far friendlier than I'd like."

"I wish it was him!" I finally blow up. "I wish it was him who took me instead of you! Then, I wouldn't have to deal with your insecure self constantly!"

The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted every ounce, every bite of it. I screwed myself over, I got too comfortable.

"Alejandro... I didn't—" my own words are stuck in my throat as his expression dawns on me. It's a cruel mirror of the first time I met him, I unconsciously take a few steps away, my instinctive fear controlling my movements. And just like the first time, my breath is caught in my throat, the atmosphere slowly weighing down on me; dark and frightening.

"That ring bears to the truth that you agreed to marry me," Alejandro reminds me calmly. "You can't escape me, my love. I own you now, body and soul." His eyes are now empty, the slight softness and sparkle they had moments ago has vanished, leaving his irises cold and blank. I can't move, nor can I tear my eyes away from him. I can't think of ways to respond, in fact, it almost feels like I've forgotten how to speak.

"I didn't... I didn't want to marry you..." my voice is betraying me as it wavers. Tears threatened to spew out in utter fear and anger. Of course, I said yes, of course, I signed those papers to be his wife but certainly, he knows that agreement was meaningless. I was threatened, literally with a gun to my head and my loved ones used as collateral. I said yes because I feared his sick punishments.

"I'm not ready, I'm not ready for this," it's too late. My words won't reach him because I crossed a line minutes ago. I said something I definitely shouldn't have in the heat of the moment and now, I'll have to face the consequences whether I'm ready or not.

Alejandro's twisted smile drops and he sighs, quite dramatically. This is when the dreadful truth surrounds me, leaving me cold. It's when he takes a step towards me, forcing me to meet his gaze when I understand: he sincerely and truthfully doesn't care anymore.

"I could have taken you whenever I wanted, you know," he states as if it's obvious. He glides his finger down my face, stopping right beside my ear, then tucking a lock of hair away from my face. "As a matter of fact, I could have had my way with you at any time. Remember our first meeting at my office? I considered flipping you over my desk and fucking you from behind to show you how much power I hold over you. And when I teased you after our first dinner together, I truly didn't expect to take it far. But you're grateful that I didn't, right?"

He pauses, and his blank expression turns up into a sinister smile as his fingers caress down my neck, across my collarbone, and down my left arm, resting on my left hand. He raises my hand up, tilting it so the ring sparkles in the light.

"I waited until you became my wife because I realized something when I found you again. Would you like to know what it is?" He asks tauntingly. No, I, without a doubt, do not want to know. But everything feels so numb that I instinctively nod.

Alejandro leans down, tilting my chin up so his lips can brush against my ear. He whispers with clarity and certainty, "As much fun as it is to break other people's toys, I want to know what it's like to break one of my own."

I have chills running up and down my spine, covering my entire body, caused by both the sensation of his warm breath tickling the fine hairs around my ear and by his words themselves. The words, so haunting, so terrible, so unpleasant, spoken in a tone that I can only describe as sweet, sickly candy, one that can easily be mistaken as something intimate and loving.

Alejandro pulls back, not giving me enough time to process what he just said. His hand is in my hair, while the other is wrapped around my waist. His lips find mine, sending an electrifying feeling through me. Right before he closes his eyes, I get a chance to look at them one last time. There's finally some emotion in them rather than his usual, unnerving blank gaze, it's excitement; it's lust.

My eyes close, knowing that I dug myself into my own grave, yet the feeling of the way kisses me makes me think of cliché romantic poems or sweet love songs. Even though this is absolutely terrifying, the way he kisses is leading to something further than what we just did.

The kiss didn't feel romantic, like the one he gave me just moments ago when he was relieved that I'm safe, the kiss isn't like the one he gave me in front of all those reporters, the kiss isn't like gentle ones he gives me on my forehead when he's temporarily humane. This kiss is nothing I can recognize. You'd expect me to know from everything he's done to me, or maybe from seeing this on TV or reading it in books, but it's not.

Alejandro kisses me in a way that hints that he's hungry for much more. It's the way he's stealing my breath away as if he's taking it directly from my own stored oxygen in my lungs. He tilts my head for better access, his hands roaming over my body, which is still clothed. Suddenly, my mind is very conscious of something.

I'm covered head-to-toe in things he's provided for me. My pajamas? His. My hijab? His. My slippers? His. Even the dress and accessories that I wore tonight, which were fitted for me? His. The apartment I'm trapped in? His. The girl he's kissing right now? His. I'm his love and only his love–or, at least, that's what he says.

I'm in this man's arms–the very man who's as horrible as men can get–dizzy, breathless, and melting in his grasp. I'm so enchanted, so hypnotized by the way he kisses me, it's both electrifying and uncomfortable. In fact, it's so electrifying and uncomfortable that I hadn't even realized that we reached his room. Something that scares the living being out of me is that I don't bother putting up a fight because there was something about his kisses that pleased a deep and unholy part of me.

I keep telling myself that it's easier on me to just allow his teeth to nip at the bottom of my lip so I will allow his tongue to enter my mouth. It's easier to not resist him when he leads us, climbing the platform to reach his bed.

My senses are overflowing and I'm very much overwhelmed but it's just easier and much less complicated to let him continue. It's almost exhausting to struggle against him, trying to convince him to stop. He won't listen, he never listens. I allow him to leave marks on the untouched skin on my neck, I allow him to leave the marks to prove that I'm his. On some sickening level, it feels nice. Even if it pains me, and fills me with the darkest, most utter shame and guilt, it was nice.

After he's satisfied with the multiple red marks that he's left down my neck, his mouth raises once more to meet mine. My hands are buried in his messy hair, the strands sliding in between my fingers. I feel dirty, filthy, and even rotten but my mind is on a different high. What I would've normally rejected, isn't a thought that had priority right now.

Before I can even think, Alejandro has guided me out of my pajamas, unclasping my bra and leaving me bare and vulnerable yet again. He pushes me onto the bed, the only fabric is my very unsexy cotton underwear. His hands and mouth latched onto parts of me, giving me a jolt of goosebumps. The slight pause in his aggression gives me time to think about how I screwed up. But the feeling of disgust and guilt came too late and I cannot regain my modesty when I easily allowed him to seduce me like this in the first place.

I thought this would cause fewer complications, this would make it easier for me but now, I'm just getting sick, I'm drowning in despair that I put myself up in. I have no control, no stability, and no authority, I feel trapped, scared, and uncomfortable.

"Alejandro, this isn't a good id—" Alejandro presses his lips on mine, cutting off my shaky, frightened words My hands are shaking uncontrollably against his chest, I didn't have any strength to push him away–or, at least, none realistically. I'm sure he realizes how shaken up I am because he pulls away to caress my face.

"Zara, my love, I need you to relax... I want you to enjoy yourself," his tone is warm and comforting but the kind that's fake and mocking.

I don't know what it is, maybe it's the way my name sounds like sweet honey from his tongue or maybe it's my desperate need to please him, but my body relaxes slightly at his command. Alejandro wastes no time taking advantage of this state as my back arches when his fingertips close around one of my nipples, teasing me.

"That's right, baby girl," his voice getting slightly raspy. "You can trust me."

My mind is a big dumpster fire right now, I'm lost, confused, and in an euphoric state as he continues to kiss down from my mouth to my neck and down to my breasts. His mouth replaces his fingers, sending my body into a frenzy as his tongue sends warm and wet sensations. As my mind is shattered into a million pieces, he takes this opportunity to lower his fingers past the waistband of my panties without an objection from me.

That is until I realize. "No... Alejandro..." I protest in a breathy voice as I tense up while reaching down to stop him.

He does something surprising and faintly painful when his finger forcefully stretches into me, dry. I squeal but Alejandro only continues to suck harder on my nipple but this time using his teeth like he had on my neck. And this time, it hurt, a lot. My hand flies up to pull on his hair rather than try to stop his hand. My body has betrayed me, the body I trust and care for has betrayed me by responding to Alejandro's touch.

"Oh, my," Alejandro says, pulling away from my sore nipple. "What's this?"

I whimper, it's honestly such a pathetic and embarrassing sound. His long, middle finger dips down to drag a trail of my wet arousal up to my swollen clit. The intoxicatingly disgusting feeling makes me tremble as my hips jump against his hand.

"Stop! Please, stop!" It's a quiet request, but a request nonetheless. I grab his wrist in an attempt to pull it away but he didn't budge.

Instead, he does something that makes me feel much more pathetic than I should. His mouth holds a satisfied smile, looking me right in my eyes as his finger begins to rub my clit slowly, in a teasing manner. This action is made smooth by the wetness that is ever-growing beneath me.

I close my eyes in utter shame and humiliation, trying to hold in my shameful moans, trying to not let myself give in to the pleasure.

"I wish it wasn't you... I wish... I was... with someone else," I manage to stutter out.

His hand stiffens just slightly. "Oh?" There's confusion in his tone.

Then, very surprisingly, Alejandro did stop, making my eyes open wide. Maybe I should've kept my eyes closed because I just got a full view of him forcing off my underwear. The last piece of dignity I had left, was just gone. Once I'm fully vulnerable and naked, he settles my legs on either side of him, exposing me entirely.

"Do you really mean that?" He asks with a hint of disappointment as his hand slides back up between my legs. "Or... are you lying again? I was hoping you would have learned your lesson by now, after all those times you've been punished. I really wouldn't want to punish you now because you were being such a good girl but..."

"I'm not lying!" I breathe heavily as my body is shifting between resisting and fear of resisting. I need to learn how to shut up.

I try to clench my thighs together but they are pried apart by him. "Are you afraid that I'll hurt you, my love?" Alejandro says in his frighteningly sweet voice. His fingers tease the entrance, making wet sounds to prove how aroused I am.

"Ye–" my answer is cut short when he pushes a finger into me, moving slowly. It didn't hurt like before, in fact, it didn't hurt at all. My eyes roll back as my body writhes in gratification.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" He smirks against my ear. Before I can even form one word, he pulls out his finger, curling it against my inner wall shattering any other thoughts I had running in my mind. It made me moan, filling me with this toe-curling feeling that can only be referred to as pleasure. Disgraceful and disgusting, but utterly delightful and delicious.

I want more.

No, stop.

"Please," I let out a breathless gasp. My face is burning with shame and satisfaction. Please what? What am I asking for? More or less?

"Yes, that's it, my love," Alejandro grins in encouragement. He continues, but rather than using just one finger, he pushes in two into me, making me let out a desperate moan. Something about this felt like I was being completed, filled with something I didn't know I was missing. I cover my moans by turning away from Alejandro and covering my mouth with my hand.

"You won't let me hear you cry out for me?" I can practically hear the frown on his face. He stops his fingers. The pause of his movement is enough to make me to moan louder for him to keep going but it's also enough to make me want to burst into tears because of what I've become at this very moment. I don't want him to see my lustful expression, or my body or hear any sounds coming out of my mouth right now. I don't want him to touch me, lick me, kiss me, but it's already too late. Not only had he gone far enough but I'm shameful to say that I can't force myself to want to stop him.1

Alejandro's fingers push into me without warning, while my mind is in a whirlwind of confusion This time, his fingers rub my clit with more focus, more purpose, leaving me no choice but to throw my head back, begging him to finish His skillful fingers are starting to become too overbearing, too addictive, where I lose myself within his movements.

"Well, well, aren't you sensitive girl, my love?" The question was rhetorical, of course, but there is a clear delight in his tone. "Aren't you glad I'm the one who is taking care of you like this? You wouldn't have this with anyone else."

I can't focus on him, his words, nothing--nothing except for the way my body is tensing up, the intensity of the heat growing within my core. The way my toes are curling at the thought of reaching climax; it's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt, yet so disappointing that it's coming from a place of fear. However, the stimulation makes it much easier for me to ignore Alejandro and his words, focusing only on how good my body feels.

"I see that you have become very eager, my love," Alejandro says almost proudly. "That's good, that's very good, After all, this shows how much your body craves for me, my touch. Consider this a reward for being obedient so far."

His fingers quirk in different ways, changing and shifting his patterns, overstimulating my clit.

"That's it... Right- Don't sto-" I can't finish my sentences as my moans disrupt my words.

"Like this?" He asks his tone changes to a much more playful direction. He sounds pleased that I'm taking this so well when in reality, I truly am. I'm very much enjoying the bliss, whether I should logically enjoy it or not.

My hips push towards the feeling, my legs spread apart, and my back arches as his fingers thrust and curl into me until the final pressure hits its peak and snaps. My entire body shakes and writhes underneath Alejandro's fingers as I make sounds that are undeniably out of pleasure and satisfaction.

Alejandro pulls away as soon as my body relaxes and unwinds from the intensity of my climax, his lips move up from my neck to my jaw until it meets my lips with a soft touch. He's kissing me, touching me, driving me absolutely mad with the way he loves my body. But he's also undoing his belt.

Oh, no. I don't want to go all the way.

Important Author's Note :

As you can probably see from... all of this, Alejandro is a mastermind manipulator. He let Zara think she was in control at first but switched it up at the perfect time. He's very good at bending people at his will to get what he wants and people [like Zara right now] don't even realize it or realize it too late.

And let me remind you again, the male lead is a major asshole; he is literal a villainous character. He's intentionally written out to be like this.

He will literally be the worst person I've probably ever written (compared to the male leads of my previous stories) think of this story as reading about the villain instead of the hero.

The next chapter will explore how deeply manipulating he can be in order to bend Zara to his own needs and wants through sexual desire and fear.