Jasira fled up from the ground not tending to her scratched palm, she dashed toward the main manor neglecting the weird looks she was getting from the maids loitering around the manor. She was very sure Alejandro saw her when she peeked inside the room but till she reached her room, there were no signs of him.
She slammed the door to her room shut, twisted the keys to lock it, and still turned down the doorknob to be sure the door was locked. She pant heavily behind the door before she walked wobbly to her bed.
She sat on the bed with her knees drawled up to her chest rocking herself front and backward. She trembled remembering the gory scene she saw earlier.
A bloody t-shirt man was tied to a chair. She can’t even identify him because of the blood stain on his face the only thing she recognized was that he had long black hair that covered half of his face. A driller was in his knees and his cries filled the room.
His gloves were bloody and his boot was mess with blood, the sight was gruesome. She didn’t know why she was shocked when she knew Alejandro was evil, he was capable of doing anything to get what he what. But what scared her most was that was only the tip of the iceberg of what he can do. That was just like Alejandro she’d watched on the tv, the heartless man. She hadn’t seen him act that way and this only made her more scared of him.
She suddenly jerked up from the bed when the doorknob was twisted down.
Her heart pounded fastly in her chest as the doorknob was twisted again. She locked it so nobody can enter. She chanted continuously in her head as she stared like a ghost at the door.
Her heart twisted in pain when the door knob finally twirled down and the door went open revealing Alejandro dressed in a new outfit.
A black t-shirt that stuck to his sculpted chest, and his large dragon tattoo was very visible on his right forearm.
He strides powerfully to the bed and she pushed her knees to her chest hoping she would shrink but it was not working. His firm thighs trying to rip out of the pant he wore. Jasira went still on the bed unable to process any movement. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she watched Alejandro stride heavily toward her. His intoxicating scent filled the room, even though the room is so spacious, his presence suddenly took up all the place making her breath low.
Jasira, he won’t kill you. He won’t kill you. She chanted in her head crawling back on the bed.
“What are you doing there?” He asked in his usual cold voice which made Jasira go still on the bed. Her brain literally went blank and the only sound made in the room was her pounding heart.
“I… I was running__” She choked on the rest of her words due to the cold glare Alejandro sent to her.
He closed his eyes briefly before snapping them open. They looked darker and void of emotion.
“Stand up.” He ordered. His calm voice not matching with the menacing glare he was sending to her.
Jasira swallowed the lump in her throat as she crawled out of the bed trembling. His cold gaze supposedly heats her up instead.
Jasira, be calm. She said to herself as she stood trembling in his front. She cast her eyes down and played with her fingers. She should say something now before he forced her.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your torturing section, I was running and didn’t know when I got there.” Her words came out really fast than normal which made Alejandro raise his brow at her white lie. Maybe she didn’t know that she could never escape from him. He knew very well when she was lying or scared. She’d bite her lower lip and unconsciously play with her fingers just like how she was doing now.
“Why is there a rusty coffee stool beneath the window?”
Busted. She thought peeking at him and her gaze was met with an unflinching icy one. She blinked innocently and pout her lips forward.
Alejandro creased his brows at her and she proposedly made her lips more pouter. He scoffed, she doesn’t cease to amaze him.
“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” She pleaded rubbing her thumb together.
“There won’t be a next time.”
She released a loud gasp with her lips ajar and her eyes bulged out. “Are you going to kill me?” She asked fretfully.
Alejandro was not stunned by her outburst, that is typically the Jasira he knew, she overthink everything. Did he say anything about killing? He decided to taunt her a bit.
He raised his eyebrow as he closed the gap between them. He could hear the loud beating of her heart from how close they were. “Convince me not to kill you.”
She froze and stared at him with wide eyes. Her shoulders dropped as she sunken before she slowly lowered her gaze. Convinced him not to kill her, there was no reason in her head right now. Is this how she was going to die? The thought made her lips quiver. He was going to kill her finally, there was no escape route for her. He had already seen her nakedness and now there was nothing stopping him from killing her.
The forced hold of her chin jerk her out of her trance, her head was yanked up and she wince loudly staring at the cold emotionless blue-eyed man standing in her front.
“Time is tickling baby girl,” His husky voice echoed in her ear and sent a shiver down her spine.
“Oh!” She yelped painfully at the tight hold on her chin. She didn’t know what to say to make him free her so she said the only thing available in her head.
“You bought me with your money.”
“I could get any other person with money after killing you,” Alejandro uttered icily as he increased the force he used in holding her chin and a low sob left her mouth.
His voice which was hard as rock made her tremble in fear. Hearing that he could kill her if she didn’t have any tangible reason made her heart shattered to pieces. She didn’t want to die now, not when she had a revenge to carry on so she said the only thing in her brain.
She opened her eyes widely and blinked back the tear that threatened to fall from her eyes from how hard his hold was. She blinked severally before biting her inner cheek lightly. “I will go on my knee for you.”
Alejandro raised his brow and twist his lips to a side. “To do what, baby girl.” He muttered with a smirk.
“To have your crown wrapped against my lips, taking you all in.”
“Huh, huh?”
Pleasure shoot across her core with how low and slurpy his voice was. She shouldn’t be turned on by his voice especially when her life was at risk.
She blinked innocently with a nod. “Yes, my lord.” Her voice shook against her throat as the words left her mouth. He grabbed her hair and instead of her being angry or scared, she found herself melting into his hold, and when her knees hit the ground. She melted completely as pleasure pull into her core.
He grabbed her jaw and tilted it up, she stared into his blue eyes like a lost puppy waiting for his master to command her. She was eager to hear what he was going to say next. Her heart fluttered when a smirk appeared on his face before his face dissolved into a its better worth it look.
“Prove me wrong or else your brain will splatter on the floor.” The pleasure riling up her body slowly died down and was replaced with panic.
She swallowed the lump in her throat as she worked on his zipper. Her hands trembled as she dragged it down. Panic run through her when she saw how huge he was from his brief. How could she forget that? How she also forgot that he was always rough and her body could never adjust to his size. What was she thinking when she brought up the idea?
He fisted her hair in a warning and every thought left her brain and the only thing there was not getting killed.