Chapter 48

Alexander

It was phenomenal, her being in his arms and her little fragile body pressed with his hard one, it was something he had always imagined with her. Her warmth was soothing him, all the tiredness and strain vanished in thin air.

His body was relaxed, but he could not say the same about her squirming and quivering body. He perceived she was scared, but he was not willing to let her go. How could he? He wanted her close to him.

He had maintained his distance from her for a long time, but how long could hold his beast?

It only caused him anguish and desolation. Alexander perceived the effect she had on him was harmful. Menacing and treacherous. But he could not find himself being able to stay away from her.

The sound of her soft cries and sobs coerced him to embrace her a little tighter. She loathed it, but he didn't care. He wanted her by his side and she would be, whether she liked it or not. It is better for her to learn as soon as possible that she is never getting away from me.

Eventually, she will learn to want me, she will learn to get used to me.

After breaking the spontaneous embrace, he looked into her enthralling green eyes.

"How are you so beautiful?" A hoarse whisper left Alexander's mouth, uttering those words. Her eyes widened a little but went back to normal immediately.

Why is she surprised? Is she not aware of the beauty she holds?

Abruptly, he felt a hard push on his body, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Emma standing a few inches away from him. Her eyes were red from crying and her hair was in a great mess. He cocked his eyebrow at her.

"What do you think you're doing, butterfly?"

She took another step back, causing him to take long strides towards her. Without wasting any more time, she sprinted to the door and twisted the doorknob. But before she could step her foot outside, Alexander grabbed her by her waist and placed her on his shoulder.

She began to thrash, yell, and hit his back with her small hands. He smirked thinking how none of her shots had hurt him even a little.

Did she think she would get away from me so easily? Silly, silly girl. She just made a big mistake.

After he got her inside the room, he threw her on the floor and locked the door behind him.

"That was a very bad step, Emma. Why did you do that?" His voice came out as surprisingly calm yet threatening.

She did not respond, only backed away.

Her skirt was riding up her smooth creamy thighs and the buttons of her pearly white blouse came undone.

"I-I will scream," the petrified little girl spoke up with the little confidence she had in her.

It was not threatening to Alexander. He laughed at her comment, the sound of his laughter filled the silent room with an odious aura.

"My feisty cat, do you think I don't know that the whole house is empty? Everyone is on vacation, except for you my little Emma. Even if they were here, who would stop me? Hm?" He questioned her, balancing his body on his knee and bending over to her level.

She backed away a little more until her back hit the nightstand beside the bed.

"I-I will ca-call the po-police. Wh-What you are doing i-is a cr-crime," he chuckled once again.

How innocent is she? She has no clue who I am and what power I hold in the whole city.

Alexander moved close to her, knowing she could not back away from him anymore.

"No one can cause me any harm, my feisty cat. No one can take you away from me," he dangerously glared at her thinking of someone trying to take her away from him, thinking of someone else snatching his Emma.

No, I'll never let that happen.

He grabbed her by her jaw and hauled her to him, his teeth gritted against one another when she tried to pry his hands off of her jaw. He only tightened his hand around her jaw even more. "You are mine! No one can take you away from me! You belong to me," his mouth violently smashed against hers. He lost all his control once her body was pressed against his and his mouth danced on her lips. He groaned in intense pleasure and his hand squeezed the side of her waist making her wince in pain.

His mouth was suppressing the scream that she wanted to let out.

Instantaneously, Alexander picked up her body along with his, not separating his mouth from hers, and threw her fragile figure on the bed. He backed away from her to unbutton the shirt he had on himself.

She screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw him taking off his shirt and again tried to sprint away. Alexander did not let her succeed, he grabbed her by her ankle and hauled her beneath him.

Just how I have imagined for a long time. She is beneath me, under my control.

"Please don't do this, master. Let me go!" She was unaware that her beseeching was only making him want her more.

Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her pleads, his hands tore her blouse, revealing her cream-colored undergarment.

Alexander saw nothing beyond lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her skin like a hungry lion, he bit and sucked on the skin that was revealed by the split of her bra. His mouth trailed down from her bazooms to her stomach, placing soft kisses near her belly button, and moved to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot of her hips.

He had her hands gripped tightly with his and her small body underneath him, voluntarily stopping her from fleeing.

Alexander got up to her and ambushed her neck with smooches and bites. She was intoxicating. His hands found the hem of her skirt and began to pull on it. She instantly put her hands on his and pleaded with her eyes.

"Please, don't, master," ignoring her pleas and giving her a death glare, Alexander pulled down her skirt enough to divulge her matching undergarment. He placed soft and gentle kisses on her thighs and abdomen.

She gripped the bed sheets tightly and pleaded to him to stop.

All of a sudden, a loud pound on the door interrupted him. He gritted his teeth in anger and stood up to check who it was. It better be something important. He opened the door and saw Ela standing with her head down. "What the fuck is it, Ela?" Alexander growled at her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, master. But, your father is here to see you," he clenched his fists together. What the fuck does he want now?

"Tell him, I will be downstairs in a few minutes," she nodded her head obediently. "And Ela, pack her clothes. She is going to my penthouse with me," her eyes drifted from her feet to the curled-up figure lying on his bed.

Ela uttered no other words and only agreed to do what her superior had asked her.

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Her quivering body was covered with the thin satin silk cover, she was hugging her body with her hands that barely covered any arena of her body. It was all covered in bruises from his bites and his tight grip. Some of the bite marks even began to bleed a little, she hissed when her hand touched the bruises on her neck.

How could he be so inhuman? What harm have I ever caused him?

"Get up, Emma. It is time to go," Ela's voice made her squeal in surprise. She obediently sat upon his luxury bed with a few drizzles of her blood.

Her eyes were down on the floor and her eyes were not flooding tears anymore. Ela helped her stand up and get out of the room. They walked down and to her room, on the way to her bedroom, she heard loud noises coming from the living room.

However, she could worry about it less. Both of the women got inside the bedroom and Emma sat on her bed, albeit the bed in her bedroom was nothing special, it was not any luxury, it was not soft and comfortable yet she felt a greater comfort being in her room than Alexander's.

"Lie down on the bed. I will bring you some food and drinks," Emma nodded her head.

Ela kept her words and brought her some food and a glass of milk.

"Drink this. It will help you regain strength," Emma gazed at the glass. Why wasn't Ela saying anything about what just happened? She witnessed Alexander's ruthlessness with her own eyes.

Emma had no strength left to inquire, her throat was dry as a dessert so, she, without any hesitation took the glass and drank the entire glass of milk.

Ela opened the closet and took out all of Emma's clothes and a bag that she had brought from her home. She put everything in that bag and asked Emma if there was anything else she wanted to take along with her.

Emma's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Where am I going, Ela?" She asked in a low whisper. Ela cleared her throat and blankly responded. "You're going to master’s penthouse with him. He had commanded me to pack all of your clothes," Emma's world came down, shattering into thousands of pieces.

This cannot be happening. Why does he want me to take it there?

What Alexander was doing was beyond ruthless, but he was worried about none. His decision was consistent.

When Ela heard the screams of agony of the poor girl in the Devil's bedroom, she could only hear them and wait for them to cease. Would she risk her life and job by stopping Alexander? No, she would never do that. Alexander was capable of doing any vicious act.

"I don't want to go with him, Ela. Please don't let him take me, please tell him not to take me," the young girl pleaded with her heart filled with intense fear and distress. She was afraid of what Alexander would do to her if she went to the penthouse with him.

Ela did not say anything. She had nothing to say. Emma belonged to him. There was nothing anyone could do about it. Alexander would destroy anyone who would come between him and Emma.

"Take a shower and get ready," she turned around to leave the room.

"H-How could you not say anything about it?" Ela's movements stopped abruptly.

"You saw it! You saw what he did to me! How could you not do anything about it?!" Emma wanted to yell, she wanted to scream at her.

"When he claims something, nothing can separate him from what he considers his. You, Emma, belong to him now. It'd be better if you accept it sooner," with that, she left the room leaving Emma dumbfounded.

Ela was not going to help her. If she wanted to get her old life back and get away from Alexander, she had to do something on her own.

And I will. I will not let the Devil claim her.

Five and half months ago.

"You called me, master?" Ela entered the room and observed Alexander standing near his window.

"Yes," his usual cold tone replied. "Come in," he continued.

Ela was slightly confused, she was never called by Alexander like this unless he had something very important to discuss with her, which only ever was the matters of the household. But, as far as she knew, there was nothing to discuss about the household. So, why did he call her? She hoped there was not anything serious.+

He came forward and sat on the couch. "I have found her, Ela," he spoke with confidence and contentment in his voice.

"Who, master?" Ela was still not familiar with what he was saying.

Who has master found? She thought.

"I have found what is rightfully mine. Emma. She works in my father's house, but very soon she will be working in my house."

"I'm sorry to interrupt you master, but did you say 'working'? Is she... is she one of your workers in your office?" Her heart was thudding in horror when the questions left her mouth.

"She is a maid," Ela's eyes were in astonishment and wonder.

"A maid? But mas-"

"I didn't ask for your opinion, Ela. I remembered your words and followed them."

"One day, you will find what is rightfully yours."

"Emma belongs to me and I'll be bringing her to my house. She will be working for me, she will be working like every other maid in this house. You will guide her, you will look after her, you will make sure she doesn't step a foot out of my house. When the time comes, you will teach her to obey me," the rules were set by Alexander and Ela would not dare to question him, nor tell him how big of a mistake he was committing.

She wondered if the girl was a minor. But, she knew Alexander was not that monstrous to claim a young girl as his.

"Can I ask you something, master?" Alexander took a long puff on his cigarette and gestured to Ela to ask her a question.

"Is she a minor?" Alexander chuckled. He correctly assumed her question. "She will be turning eighteen in a few days and that's when I will bring her," he added.

Ela nodded her head, it was difficult not to display the astonishment. Alexander had claimed a maid to be his.

Ela could only imagine what disaster it would bring between Alexander and his family.