Chapter 20
I opened my mouth to say something, but the words abandoned me.
How can this happen to me?
How can words betray a man whose life has been built on discipline, on certainty, on knowing exactly who he is?
Alessandro chuckled, a deep, rich sound that rippled through the room. It slid over my skin, curled into my chest, and–God help me, it traveled lower, twisting in my stomach.
How the hell?
A sharp pulse throbbed between my legs, and I clenched my thighs together, panic creeping up my spine. It was my dick throbbing already.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I am not like that. I have never, never looked at another man that way. I was raised to be strong, to lead, to be a son my father could be proud of. I have been with women. I have kissed them, touched
them. I know what desire is.
But this is something different.
This is something wrong.
Alessandro finally leaned back, just enough to look me in the eyes. His nose almost brushed mine,
and I was too aware of how close he was.
“…” I swallowed, but it didn’t help my parched throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” I found myself stammering and he was proud of it. “Do you know what happens to people who find themselves alone in a room with a man like me?” His fingers gripped my chin, firm but not painful.
My breath caught. My lips parted. Heat burned through me where his skin touched mine.
I shouldn’t feel this. 1 shouldn’t feel like this for a man. I shouldn’t feel like this for him.
This isn’t normal. This isn’t who I am.
I squeezed my thighs tighter, hating myself for it, hating my body for betraying me.
And then I saw him.
The other man.
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He was leaning against the bookshelf behind Alessandro, arms crossed, watching us with a knowing.
smirk.
I forced myself to breathe, to think. This isn’t happening. This doesn’t mean anything.
“But we are not alone…” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alessandro raised an eyebrow, amused. Like he had expected me to stay frozen, speechless. His fingers dug slightly into my chin, tilting my face closer. My skin burned. My ears felt hot.
“Do you want to find out?he mured. “I can send him out
Find out what?
The way he said it made something inside me coil with panic.
I don’t want to find out, anal sex. I don’t want to know what it would be like to be alone with him.
To be at his mercy.
Because I don’t react to men.
I don’t.
I shook my head quickly, the words tumbling from my lips. “Nos
He laughed softly and released me. As he straightened to his full height, he gave me one last lingering look before turning toward the door.
The other man smirked, eyes gleaming with something I didn’t understand. “Goodbye, Nikolai.” “He is mine, Vladimir, Alessandro spoke angrily.
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Vladimir chuckled, the sound low and taunting. “Relax, Alessandro,” he said, his gaze flicking me with lazy amusement. Then, with a smirk, he added, “Your husband has a cute face. Let me hope, he got a nice ass too
My stomach twisted. My fists clenched and heat crawled up my neck, but it wasn’t just embarrassment, it was rage. I wasn’t some object for them to talk about like that. And I wasn’t Alessandro’s anything. This marriage wasn’t real. It was a contract, a sick, twisted way to tie me to a
man I despised.
I am not gay.
Alessandro’s jaw ticked, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He took a single step toward Vladimir, his voice dangerously low. “You talk about him like that again, and you’ll regret it.”
Alessandro turned back to me, his eyes dark. “Go to our room, Nikolai. Now.”
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The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Our room?! When did I start sharing room with him?!
He was probably saying it because Vladimir was around. To show him that he had control over me.
I swallowed hard, my pride warring with my instinct for self–preservation. I was so defiant even though I knew it that Alessandro is dangerous but today, I didn’t want waste my time arguing with
him.
So I turned on my heel and walked out, refusing to look back.
But even as I left, I could still feel Alessandro’s eyes on me. Watching me, looking at my ass.
Claiming me,
And the worst part?
Some twisted, broken part of me liked it.
I walked to my room, totally disappointed in myself… my body.
I luckily didn’t have the urge to cry anymore, but my body was still shaking lightly and I felt sick.
I didn’t know why I even bothered to ask myself inwardly how sex with Alessandro would feel, when I knew the answer already. It would hurt, especially because of his size and because I wouldn’t find it in me to relax and be comfortable enough to take him in, without feeling any pain.
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I hated myself for thinking about having sex with Alessandro, but I guess the only way for me to not get crazy and depressed in here was to accept the truth and face reality.
And this was my reality. I knew it that so soon, I would be forced to have sex with him. I was married to him and it was my role to serve him for as long as he wanted me, please him whenever h wanted, fuck me night and day then die one day when he is done with me. That was my life.
I wished I could find it in me to just take a blade and cut my wrists open or take an overdose of medications, but I didn’t have the force to kill myself yet. The thought of it scared me more, than being forced to have sex with someone I hardly knew and loathed.
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