Chapter 12

He'd finally done what he'd been trying to avoid: he'd touched her beautiful soft flesh, which instantly melted beneath his touch. He couldn't fight the sensation any longer. He wished to touch her, to feel her. He tried to ignore it, to forget about it, but he couldn't. The notion of not feeling her touch, of not seeing her filled him with fury; his jaw twitched, and he became enraged at the prospect of not seeing her. What was causing him to become enraged? He was unable to provide a response to his own inquiries.

He stroked his hair with his fingertips. What was going on with him was driving him insane with questions. Why couldn't he say no to that petite young girl?

He still couldn't get rid of the boner that the tiny minx had given him. He walked into his bathroom, grabbed a towel, and turned on the shower. He let the cold water run down his body, but he was certain that even a cold shower would be ineffective. He couldn't help but think of her frail body at his mercy. Her whimpers and sobs turned him on even more. When he felt his member harden at the idea of it, he moaned. He imagined her small body writhing beneath him, with him holding her down and probing her skin.

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly. Alexander doubted he'd be able to stop himself from taking her right there if he kept thinking about her. He wrapped a towel over himself and exited the bathroom, only to find that girl cleaning his large room silently. He was shocked to see her, yet she still worked there. She couldn't help herself from doing her job. He grinned quietly to himself. She had still not noticed him behind her. He chose not to say anything and instead leaned his body on the wall beside him, calmly watching her work. She finally turned around after a few seconds and yelped in surprise when she saw him standing a few inches away from her with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"I-I'm sorry master, I-I will j-just leave," she stammered and rushed towards the door to leave the devil's room as soon as possible. But Alexander was fast enough to close the door, stopping her from leaving. He was getting angry. Why did she want to leave?

"Did I tell you to leave?" His raspy voice questioned her. She was beyond scared. Not being able to answer she just shook her head. He gritted his teeth. "Speak up!" He yelled. She let out a small whimper and uttered 'no'.

"Do not ever disobey me," he said as he took long steps toward her making her go backward. She was terrified. She had no idea what she had done or when she had disobeyed him. She simply gasped and nodded. When he watched her small body shivering in fright, he smiled contentedly. He grinned and began to approach her, causing her to take a few steps back till her back met the wall. She dropped her head, unwilling to look into his eyes, and prayed that he would leave her alone.

Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing down but not at his own; he was enraged because he wanted to see her eyes, her beautiful eyes that revealed how terrified she was, he wanted to see those fearful eyes. His finger stroked her chin, raising it enough for her to gaze into his eyes. He only saw tears in her eyes. It made him grin. He stroked her face with his fingertips as he wiped the tear that was ready to fall from her eyes. He was almost lost in the smoothness of her skin, so warm and silky.

Why did he feel that way? He was experiencing an internal conflict with himself. Something was telling him that he should let that girl go. She was nothing more than an innocent maid that worked in his house, but his inner monster wouldn't allow him; the demon just wanted to rip the dress off of her, throw her on the bed, and take her right there. He had conceded the battle to his monster. He had no intention of letting her go. He bent down and pressed his hard lips on her soft ones without thinking. He groaned at the sensation of her soft pink lips on his; he had been looking forward to this day, to be able to touch those bright pink lips.

Without understanding what she was going through, he began to move his lips, softly planting kisses. Emma was taken aback and felt the need to cry. She could feel him gradually becoming rougher, slipping one hand on her waist and dragging her closer to him; her hands went on his chest, attempting to push him off of her, but it didn't work. It just fuelled Alexander's rage, causing him to grab both of her hands and pin them to the wall over her head.

She groaned in pain and tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by his lips. He began to kiss her violently, kissing her lips and attempting to enter her mouth, but she refused to let him. She tried to kick or injure him in any way she could to get him to leave her, but he was far too powerful for her to do anything. He let go of her wrists only to take her up and wrap her legs around his waist, at which point she screamed and attempted to scratch and hit him. He didn't let her do anything and immediately pulled both of her hands behind her back and pressed her against the wall even harder. She was stuck and had no choice but to wait for him to stop his onslaught.

He bit them hard when she still didn't open her mouth. She screamed in agony and opened her mouth unintentionally which allowed Alexander to enter his tongue and explore her mouth. His one hand was securely gripping both of her wrists, while the other was freely traveling about her body, exploring every curve and pinching her hips, making her cry even more.

He was so engrossed in his own world that he didn't see the girl who was sobbing so loudly. He drew back slowly and gazed at her tear-stained face, kissing her tears and going to her neck to plant more wet kisses. She closed her eyes, thinking it would be over soon, and he eventually released her after a few minutes that felt like hours. She collapsed on her back, sobbing to herself.

When he saw her like that, his muscles tightened. She pressed her knees against her chest and sobbed loudly. He had no regrets about what he had done to her. He was pleased with himself for what he had done to the girl. But he didn't like when she wept. Alexander longed to bend down and hug her, but Alexander was not like that. He wanted to touch her, and he got his wish.

He took a few steps back, his hands inside his pockets, and exited the room.

She was still inside, sobbing to herself. She stood up, rubbed her tear-stained red cheeks, and hurried out of the room after fixing her clothing. She came to a halt in her room and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She burst out crying. She couldn't believe it had happened to her, and she couldn't stop herself from crying.

Why am I so weak? I can't even protect myself!

Those thoughts were racing through her mind. She felt embarrassed by herself. She really wanted to leave that place, but she was powerless to do it. She was afraid it might happen again, but she also knew she had to be cautious and stay away from him.

Alexander had no clue what he had done to that girl. That was all he could think of at the time: he had to have her, he had to feel her. But he couldn't figure out why he was so desperate for her. It enraged him, and he worried that she would make him weak. He would never allow anybody to weaken him.

He didn't care if his acts were improper, and he was even proud of them. He was always able to get what he desired. He made his way to the maid's quarters. When he was looking for her room, he overheard muffled cries. He came to a halt and felt his heart skip a beat. He had a feeling it was her. He clenched his hands and felt a strange sensation in his body. It was quite improbable of him. He'd never felt that way for anyone, and his heart had never hurt to hear someone weep.

He didn't care about the girl; all he wanted to do was touch her, which he did. He took a step back and exited the room. He was breathing heavily which showed that he was angry, angry at himself, angry at that girl who was unknowingly able to grow the feeling from which he was running away.

He was lost in his thoughts,

while she was lost in her misery.