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“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”
I froze mid–step, my entire body going rigid as Alessandro’s words settled over me like a heavy chain.
The audacity. The sheer arrogance.
Slowly, I turned to face him, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. “Like hell I am.” My voice came out rough, both from exhaustion and the soreness still lingering in my throat. “I’m not your plaything, Alessandro.”
He didn’t look the least bit fazed. If anything, my deflance seemed to amuse him. Leaning back against the bed, he stretched out like a king on his throne, dark eyes gleaming with that insufferable confidence.
“I never said you were,”
“But the moment, I don’t find you in my room, you will regret the day you were born“, I knew he meant it, when he threatened me.
God, I hated him.
But i knew it, challenging him never ended well.
My jaw tightened as I turned away, refusing to look at him. My body ached, exhaustion weighing me down like a lead blanket, but the worst part was the gnawing feeling in my chest, this awful sense of inevitability.
Because I knew I was going to do what he said.
Not because I wanted to. Not because I was weak.
But because I had no other choice.
Without another word, I headed to the bathroom. The/moment the door shut behind me, I exhaled shakily, gripping the sink as I stared at my reflection. My hair was a mess,my lips still slightly swollen, my throat sore. I looked wrecked.
Humiliated.
Angry.
Slowly, I turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto my face, trying to scrub away the lingering heat of Alessandro’s
touch. It didn’t work.
I took my time getting ready, dragging out every motion–changing into a loose t–shirt and sweatpants, brushing my teeth, anything to delay the inevitable. But eventually, there was nothing left to do.
No more excuses.
I swallowed hard, forcing my feet to move.
The walk to Alessandro’s room felt longer than it should have, my stomach twisting with every step. When I reached his door, I hesitated, fingers hovering over the handle.
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This was a mistake.
But it was one I had to make.
Taking a breath, I pushed the door open..
I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. The silence was thick. Alessandro was probably not yet Inside his room. I just couldn’t believe it. In the early morning, I sauntered in his room without permission, and now I was forced to sleep on the bed I admired.
It was surprisingly not laid. Just like the way I left it in the morning. The sheets were still a mess from earlier, the same disheveled state I had left them in when I stormed out this morning.
With a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair and walked toward the bed. If I had to be here, I would at least get some damn sleep.
I climbed in, staying as close to the edge as possible, my back to the door. The mattress was firmer than I expected, the scent of Alessandro’s cologne still lingering in the sheets.
It was damn so fucking strong.
I hated how aware I was of it.
Closing my eyes, I forced my body to relax. Maybe he’d come in late. Maybe he wouldn’t bother me.
The minutes stretched on. Silence.
For a brief moment, I thought I’d be able to sleep.
Then, the door opened.
My breath hitched immediately, but I didn’t move.
I listened to the quiet rustle of his movements, the sound of shoes being kicked off, the metallic clink of his belt.
“Do you honestly think that moving to the edge of the bed would stop me from doing anything?”
I clenched my jaw, keeping my eyes shut as if I hadn’t heard him. Maybe if I ignored him, he’d lose interest
“I always expect an answer when I ask a question“, His voice came again, sharp and demanding.
“Couldn’t you just have slept on the sofa?” I groaned finally.
Alessandro’s laugh was low, almost a growl, as it echoed through the room. It was a sound that sent a chill down my spine, and I could feel the air between us grow/thicker.
“In my own house?” he asked, his voice dripping with that same cold amusement.
I didn’t answer, my teeth gritted as fought to keep my calm. I wanted to tell him to get out, to leave me alone, but that would only give him more control. And I hated him too much to give him that satisfaction.
The bed shifted again as he settled beside me, his body closer than I’d ever wanted it. The heat from him was a constant
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pressure against my back, but I refused to acknowledge it, focusing Instead on the tightness in my chest and the face i could barely breathe with him so near.
I felt my heartbeat pounding in my ears as Alessandro sighed, his leg brushing against mine. The bed was a double, but it felt like a single with two grown men in it. (1)
“You can relax, I won’t touch you tonight unless you want me to,” Alessandro’s deep, seductive voice came through the silence as I felt him shift, turning to face me on the bed.
I ignored him, closing my eyes tightly, trying to forget that he was sharing a bed with me. All I wanted was to sleep and forget about the day I’d had.
I forced my eyes shut, trying not to notice how his hot breath hit the back of my neck. It made me feel hot and restless, not used to sharing a bed with anyone, especially not someone I was sleeping with, and definitely not a man.
I told myself I wasn’t even gay, that he was just a guy. I had to ignore him. But the more I felt his hot breath, the more I felt myself grow harder under the blanket. I wanted to scream at how weak I was. It had been so long since I’d had sex with a woman, and here I was sleeping with Alessandro after seeing his monster dick.
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I thought earlier on they said the bed as a king… so many inconsistencies.
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