Alexander pov
“Dear husband, let’s have sex.”.
I raised a brow at her statement, my eyes darkening as she stepped into the room without hesitation-without a care for the fact that I was standing there with no clothes on, or the fact that a gun was aimed directly at her head.
At that exact moment, as she stood before me with lustful eyes, I came to a very clear conclusion: this girl was crazy.
This wasn’t how I had imagined things unfolding. When I chose to spare her life and use her instead, I never expected it to turn out this way. I had expected her to be timid-scared-anything but this bold and willful girl standing before me.
Hell, I hadn’t even started my revenge for what her father had done, and yet, here she was, already driving me insane. From the background check I had run on her, Valentina was supposed to be the complete opposite of what she was now. It made me wonder if memory loss could alter someone’s personality.
Because, tell me why this insane girl was currently licking her lips, eyeing me like she was moments away from devouring me whole.
Fuck, maybe it was the alcohol clouding my judgment, but I was irratated and my fingers itched to pull the trigger and put an end to this madness right now.
And the worst part of it all? My body was betraying me, reacting to her gaze. I was a man who prided himself on controlling his urges-I despised when women looked at me like I was nothing more than an object of desire. Yet, somehow, the hunger in her eyes stirred something deep in me, tempting me to lose control. And that infuriated me.
“What do you think you’re doing here?” I asked, my tone calm and composed as I clicked the safety back on the gun and set it down on the desk. Grabbing the towel that had slipped, I wrapped it around my waist, shielding myself from her gaze.
“What do you mean? I’m here because I want to sleep with you. You’ve been gone for two weeks, and I missed you, Alexander,” Valentina said with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with a luster that made my body tense.
For a moment-just a fleeting, bitter moment-I imagined it was Emily standing there instead, imagined it was her saying those words to me. My heart pounded heavily against my chest, and I closed my eyes, forcing the absurd thought from my mind.
Emily was gone. She had died a year ago, and standing before me now was Valentina-the daughter of my enemy who had caused her death.
“Sleep with me?” I asked, taking a step closer, my frame towering over hers. I tilted my head slightly, studying her with a cool gaze. “And why exactly, do you think you have the right to do that?”
“Because we’re husband and wife,” she replied without a hint of hesitation, stepping closer eagerly until there was barely any space between us.
It was the second time today she had uttered those words, and it was starting to get on my nerves. I needed her to stop. Hearing her claim to be my wife made my stomach churn. The thought alone disgusted me-as if I would ever marry someone like her, someone who had Vance blood running through her veins.
“Leave, I do not want you here” I said, waving nonchalantly at the door.
“Why? As your wife, I can sleep with you, right?” she asked, her lips drawn in a pout. “If you’re worried about me not feeling well, don’t be. I’m fine.”
I scoffed at her words. It was almost amusing that she thought I cared about her. If she believed the reason I didn’t want her here was because I gave two fucks then she was sorely mistaken.
She didn’t know me-didn’t understand how harsh and ruthless I could be. That ignorance was the reason she kept defying me, and I despised disobedience. To ensure I wasn’t disobeyed, I would do whatever it took.
“My wife?” I repeated the words slowly, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips as I stepped closer to her until there was no space between us. I could feel the heat radiating off her-heat that drew me in like a spell, heat that made it impossible to stay in control.
Maybe a whole bottle of whiskey wasn’t the best idea after all.
“If I’m not mistaken, what you’re saying is…” I paused, my eyes narrowing as I gripped her chin, tilting it upward and pulling her closer until we were only inches apart. “You’re here because you want to sleep with me. Am I correct?”
She gasped at the sudden movement, her wide eyes meeting mine before she nodded hesitantly. I tilted my head slightly, my smirk widening. Before she could react, my free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against me.
And why was I doing this? Because I needed her to fear me. I knew people like her-she didn’t mean half the things she said. She was doing this for one reason alone: attention.
I released my grip on her, leaning in close to her ear. My breath brushed against her skin, and I noticed the way her cheeks flushed an instant red.
“Alright, my dear wife,” I said, my voice cold and emotionless as I felt her tremble beneath my touch. “I’ll grant you your wish. I’ll allow you to attend to me tonight, but…” My hand slid lower, gliding along the curve of her waist before resting possessively at the curve of her hips.
“First,” I continued, my tone darkening, “take off your clothes.”
I felt her stiffen, her hand shooting out in an attempt to push me away. But instead of letting her go, I tightened my grip, eliciting a small whimper of pain from her. The sound drew a dry chuckle from my lips.
“I-I-” she stammered, her voice trembling, but I cut her off. My hand slid beneath her shirt, brushing against her soft skin before hovering just near the clasp of her bra, ready to unclip it at any moment.
“What’s wrong? Why can’t you speak?” I hissed, my voice dripping with mockery. “Didn’t you want to spend the night with me? Isn’t this exactly what you meant?”
“I gave you the space to rest alone, but instead, you were foolish enough to sneak into my room. Now, I’m simply giving you what you came for.”
“A- Alexander, wait-” Her voice trembled, but I narrowed my eyes.
“Don’t you dare call me by my name,” I growled. “You don’t deserve to speak it, and most of all, you don’t deserve to call me your husband. If I have to remind you again, you won’t like it.”
The words left my lips, but what I was feeling wasn’t anger-it was something darker, something I never thought I would feel again after her death: lust. I needed her out of this room, now.
“Whatever you think you’re doing, you’d better stop,” I warned, my voice low and threatening. “You don’t want me to touch you. It’s obvious from the way you’re trembling. So, next time you try something like this, I’ll make you regret it. Now, leave this room. This instant.”
I released her, taking my hands off her and stepping back.
Simple as that. Like I said, if words didn’t work, violence would.
That was what I thought, until her hand shot out and grabbed mine, pulling me back toward her. Before I could even process what was happening, she stood on tiptoe and slammed her lips against mine, leaving me frozen, unable to respond.
What the hell…