Chapter 22 ۵ Questions

YARA'S POV

The morning air was thick with tension as I adjusted the hem of my shirt, half wishing I could disappear for the next two days. Alejandro's parents were set to arrive any minute, and he'd already given me a list of rules that made me feel like a prisoner in his home.....not that I didn't before.

As I went over them in my head, a part of me wondered what could possibly make Alejandro act this way. He was usually cold and calculating and from what I had seen, he feared no one. Yet, the rare mention of his father seemed to leave him tense, guarded. I hadn't missed it. I could tell there was something up between him and his dad.

The doorbell rang, and I froze, every nerve in my body on edge, carrying Elena in my arms as she played with my hair.

Alejandro strode past me in his freshly ironed suit, his expression unreadable as he opened the door. In walked a tall, imposing man with sharp features and a presence that seemed to fill the entire room. His gaze swept over me, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, like he'd already found some weakness in me he could exploit. So this was his father........

Behind him was a woman with kind eyes and a gentle smile, his mother. She reached out, giving Alejandro a warm hug, though he stiffened slightly under her touch, glancing uneasily at his father.

She then made her way over to Elena "such a big girl now aren't you!" She spoke, her Spanish accent clear, picking up Elena, placing kisses on her making her giggle.

Alejandro's father caught sight of me, his eyes lingering longer than necessary.

If I didn't feel uncomfortable before I definitely did now "Who's this pretty thing? Tienes una pequeña mascota, Alejandro? (Got yourself a little pet, Alejandro?)" His tone was smooth but sharp, his gaze flicking between us with a mocking curiosity. Although I couldn't tell what he said after, I could tell whatever it was it set off something in Alejandro.

Alejandro's jaw clenched, but he didn't meet my eyes. "She's Elena's babysitter. That's all" an eerie intensity lifted in the room.

The man laughed, and the sound sent a chill down my spine. "Is that right? Are you just the babysitter? " he asked, his voice dripping with a mocking edge.

Alejandro's fists tightened at his sides, and for the first time, I saw something that looked like genuine discomfort in his eyes. He forced a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Enough, Padre" he said, his tone low and warning.

"Watch your tongue Alejandro, I'm just making sure you're not hiding any........inappropriate relationships, especially when the mafia is coming after us. Though I suppose someone like her might be tempting, even for you" I watched as Alejandro stiffened, I'd never seen anyone shut him up like that.

Alejandro's mother shot me an apologetic smile, her gentle hand touching her husband's arm in a way that suggested she was used to reining him in. "Henry" she murmured softly, "la estás haciendo sentir incómoda (you're making her uncomfortable)"

Henry didn't miss a beat, his gaze unwavering as he studied Alejandro. "Uncomfortable? Why, I'm only getting to know her"

Alejandro's eyes burned with a quiet rage as he turned away, but his father only smirked. For a moment, I couldn't shake the impression that Alejandro was just as much a pawn under this man's control as I was. I'd never seen him react like this to anyone. He looked angry, but he refrained from showing his anger, something he wouldn't do with the average person.

Hours later, we sat eating lunch, everyone but me spoke in Spanish, I wasn't too upset, I enjoyed not being able to know what they were saying about me. Every few seconds, Alejandro's father would turn to look at me, his eyes glaring, even more calculating and judgmental than his own sons.

"Tell me, babysitter, is Alejandro up to your standards?"

I almost choked on my food "w-what?" That's when I felt Alejandro's hand make its way to my thigh from under the table.

"Oh come on, you and I both know you aren't just a babysitter. Isn't that right Alejandro, you just can't keep your dic-" his dad jeered before being cut off by Alejandro's mother.

"Henry, not in front of Elena" she whisper shouted.

"What Cynthia, you think that poor child hasn't heard half the whores he brings in?" Alejandro slammed his glass down on the table, his jaw tense, he looked like he was trying to control his anger. I was shocked to see not a single reply came from Alejandro's mouth.......I found myself firmly squeezing his hand.

"Please don't, Henry" spoke Cynthia.

Henry went back to eating his food, A menacing grin on his face as he looked over at me.

Finally, I found myself alone with Alejandro in the hallway.

His whole body was taut, every muscle tense, and I could feel the barely contained anger simmering beneath his surface.

I watched him carefully, the question slipping out before I could stop myself. "Why do you let him talk to you like that? You never let anyone speak to you like that Alejandro"

He looked at me sharply, eyes flashing with something darker. "Don't" His voice was like steel.

But I couldn't help myself. "What is it about him, Alejandro? He talks down to you, taunts you......I've never seen you let anyone treat you that way"

A dangerous glint appeared in his eyes, and he took a step toward me, his presence overwhelming. "I said don't, Yara"

"I just-" I stammered, but his eyes silenced me. I swallowed, my heart hammering in my chest. "I just want to understand"

His voice was low, menacing. "There's nothing to understand"

I took a shaky breath, meeting his gaze. "You let him say those things, not just to you but about me. Why? I thought you didn't let anyone push you around, but with him, it's like......"

Before I could finish, he slammed his hand against the wall beside me, his face inches from mine. "Enough, Yara. You think I care about the things he says about you? I don't"

"You just don't get it" he sighed.

But I wasn't backing down. Not now. "Then explain it to me. What is it about him that makes you-"

"Shut up" he barked, his voice raw and sharp. His hand slowly moved up to threateningly clench my jaw in a menacing grip "You think I want to listen to any of the shit that comes out his mouth? He's my father, his word is law. It's been that way my entire life, so don't start questioning things you don't understand maldita niña (stupid girl)"

I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on me. "It doesn't have to be that way" I whispered, barely able to look at him. "You don't have to let him-"

"Enough!" His eyes were dark, unreadable, but beneath the anger, I saw a flicker of vulnerability. He took a step back, letting go of my jaw as he exhaled sharply. "Why don't you use your own fucking advice"

Alejandro's face was a storm, barely restrained fury in every line of his body as he backed up from me, sitting down. The air between us crackled with tension, but I couldn't let it go. The way his father treated him gnawed at me, an ugly truth just out of reach.

"What did your dad mean by the mafia's coming after him?"

Alejandro's eyes flashed dangerously, the kind of look that should've stopped me cold. But I pressed on, something in me refusing to back down, refusing to be intimidated.

"What did you just say?" His voice was low, controlled, but there was an unmistakable edge that warned me I was treading on thin ice.

I swallowed, pushing through the fear gripping my chest. "Is he's the reason Emilian-"

"Not another fucking word" His voice cut through the air like a knife, cold and deadly. Fury flashed in his eyes as he jolted up from his seat, grabbed my wrists, his grip tight and bruising. "You don't get to ask that" he spat, his voice thick with barely contained rage. "You don't get to throw my brother's name around like it's nothing, understand?"

I gasped, pain shooting up my arm, but I didn't look away. "Alejandro, please......I just want to understand what's going on"

"Like I said before Yara, there's nothing to understand" he hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. His grip on my wrist tightened, and his face darkened with a sort of rage I'd never seen before, a rage so intense it bordered on hatred.

"Then what about those scars on your body? Alejandro?" I tried to pull my hand away, but he didn't let go. Instead, he pushed me back against the wall, my head pounding as it made contact with the hard wall.

"You have no idea what you're talking about" he snarled, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my heart pound in my chest. "You don't know a thing about what happened to my brother or to me. And you sure as hell don't know anything about my father"

"Then tell me!" I shot back, my voice trembling but defiant.

"You keep me trapped in your house, use me, push me around. Is it a crime for me to want to know why you're so fucked in the head. You're afraid of him, and you can't hide it. So tell me the truth"

For a moment, something flickered in his eyes, a hint of pain, buried deep beneath the layers of anger and resentment. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an anger so fierce it made me shrink back. The confidence once apparent now disappeared from my body when he roughly gripped my hair, his hand wrapped around my throat, tightly.

"You don't deserve to know the truth so how about you stop prying into my fucking life? Be a good little babysitter and maybe you'll be able to go without being punished" he seethed as I struggled against his grip, not being able to breathe properly.

When he let me go, my knees dropped to the floor, rasping as I tried my hardest to catch my breath, coughing, crying.

"What did he do to you?........." I spoke as loud as I possibly could.

"Yara" he said through gritted teeth, his voice so low it sent a chill down my spine.

"I know those scars are because of him, just admit it Alejandro" I wiped away my tears, too tired to get up from the cold floors.

"You want to know about my father?" he sneered, his voice filled with bitter disdain. "He's a monster, Yara. If you think I'm bad, trust me he's a lot worse...........my brother's dead because of him and he doesn't even give a shit"

The words hung heavy in the air, the pain behind them making my heart ache.

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As night fell all I could think about was Alejandro. The pain that never left his eyes when I asked about his father. Was he the reason Alejandro was like that?

I found my way to Alejandro's room, just like he had told me to. Sitting on the edge of his bed I waited  for him to come out of the bathroom.

Alejandro emerged from the bathroom, a dark look in his eyes and tension radiating from his frame, his hair damp and falling over his forehead. A towel hung dangerously low on his hips, revealing the toned lines of his torso, but his expression was anything but calm.

I swallowed, looking down at my hands. "Alejandro........I-I'm sorry" My voice was barely a whisper, and it felt too fragile in the heavy silence between us.

He let out a low, bitter laugh, roughly drying his hair with his towel as he approached me slowly "an apology?" his voice was laced with something mocking

I flinched, fighting the instinct to shrink back. "I shouldn't have asked all those questions about your private life an-"

"No" he cut me off sharply, his voice cold. "You shouldn't have" He stopped just inches from where I sat, looming over me, his gaze unrelenting "and yet, you didn't stop, did you? You had to pry, ask questions you have no right to ask"

"I know.....I crossed a line" I murmured, looking up to meet his gaze. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Alejandro. I just.......I thought if I understood-"

He moved closer, his face just inches from mine, his jaw clenched tightly. "You think your stupid little delusions hurt me? They didn't Yara, they just pissed me off" The bitterness in his voice cut through me, and I could see the rage still simmering in his eyes.

I shook my head, trembling.

"I'm s-sorry"

His hand shot out, gripping the edge of the bed beside me "You never fucking learn do you"

I bit my lip, trying to keep my composure.

His jaw tightened, muscles ticking as he held my gaze with a fierceness that bordered on desperation "Don't try to fix things you don't understand. You don't know him, and you don't know me" His voice dropped, low and menacing.

"Well then why won't you let me get to know you? You know everything about me Alejandro and yet I know nothing about you....."

His eyes darkened, and for a split second, something shifted in his expression. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by that cold, steely anger. "This is why I didn't want you involved. You're stubborn, you don't know when to stop-"

"Why am I involved then? Why can't you just let me go?" Tears pricked my eyes but I refused to let them fall, to show my weakness.

He backed away, his gaze fierce, yet somewhere beneath it, something had softened, if only for a fraction of a second. He looked at me like he wanted to say something, but instead, he shook his head "Get out of my room Yara. get some sleep" he muttered, his voice thick, rough.

"I thought you wanted me to sleep here"

He paused. Then, almost reluctantly, he lifted a hand to my face, his fingers grazing my cheek. "Do what you want" he whispered, his voice laced with an edge of darkness. His thumb brushed my jaw, almost reverent, but the darkness in his eyes remained, like a warning.

I couldn't help but lean into his touch, despite everything. "Im sorry" I whispered one last time, my voice barely audible.

His fingers tightened, just slightly, and he let out a low, humorless chuckle. "You're too naive" he murmured, though there was an almost broken softness in his tone, like he was fighting some internal battle he couldn't escape.

As I settled under the covers, Alejandro lay beside me, his posture rigid as he stared at the ceiling. The room was dark, but I could still feel the tension radiating from him, thick and unyielding, like a wall he couldn't let down. I laid on his chest, listening to the heavy sound of his heartbeat.

But then, just as I was drifting off, Alejandro's voice broke the silence, barely more than a whisper.

"My father...." he began, playing with my hair, his voice low and almost hesitant, a vulnerability I'd never heard from him before. "He had a way of shaping us. Me and Emiliano. Said we were born into something we could never escape. He would torture us, beat us when we'd make a mistake......."

My eyes opened, and I lay there, listening as he continued, his tone dark and raw. I couldn't help but feel sympathy, he was fucked up all because of what his father did to him.

"I wasn't a 9 year old kid to him" he said, bitterness lacing his words. I was an asset, a project for his mafia world. He thought pain was a shortcut to making us stronger"

I turned toward him, my heart tightening as his words sank in. "Alejandro....."

"Don't" he interrupted, his tone hard "I don't need your pity"

"It's not pity" I whispered, reaching over, hesitating for a moment before I rested my hand on his arm. My thumb brushed over his skin, tracing one of the faint scars that marked his forearm, and I could feel his muscles tense under my touch, his guard still firmly in place.

He was silent for a long moment, then continued, his voice hoarse "My father got ill, so he left the mafia, no longer being their leader. They didn't take it lightly and came after us, wanting all of us dead" he muttered, a flash of pain crossing his face as he spoke.

He let out a slow, shuddering breath, his gaze flicking down to where my hand rested on his arm. "They didn't stop at Emiliano, they're still coming after us, they found out where my parents were staying which is why they are here for a few days until they find somewhere safer"

I shifted closer to him, not sure if he would let me. But he didn't pull away.

"Does he still.....still hurt you?" I watched as his body tensed and he pulled away from me.

Alejandro's eyes darkened, and without warning, his grip on my waist roughened, sending a shiver down my spine as he held my gaze, before abruptly pushing me away.

"You're infuriating Yara, you ask too many questions"

I watched as he stopped next to the doorway "well maybe it's because I care!" He didn't turn around but I could already tell my words had shifted his mood. The muscles on his back stiffened up......

"What did you say?" His icy cold voice broke through the intensity.

"I-"

He turned around, slowly walking back to me with a menacing stare, a disgusted stare. It was like he was about to murder me.

"Take it back Yara" he husked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. He kept moving closer, forcing me to move back until my head hit the headboard, leaving me no escape. His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist tightly, the force of his grip sending a shock of pain through me.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he growled, his face inches from mine now, his voice a venomous whisper. "I don't need your pity, you fucking slut"

"It's not pity" I managed, though my voice trembled. "I'm just-"

"Stop fucking talking!" he snapped, his fingers tightening around my wrist, his grip bruising. His eyes were a storm, filled with a hate that seemed misplaced, a loathing that shouldn't be directed at me but somehow was.

"Alejandro" I whispered, my voice barely audible, as his grip on my wrist grew tighter, my skin throbbing beneath his touch. "I was just-"

"You still don't get it, do you?" he sneered, his voice low and edged with contempt.

"You still care for me? After everything I've done to you? All those times I've enjoyed hurting you, humiliating you, I'm no different from my father Yara, you of all people should know that"

I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off, his words spilling out like he couldn't stop them.

"You really are a precious little slut" he hissed, his face close enough that I could see the storm raging in his eyes.

His grip on my wrist tightened even more, his fingers digging into my skin.

"You're just another whore who can't resist a good fuck"

I hated him. I hated him more than I had ever hated anyone in my life.

"You're a monster. I'm nothing like what you think of me. I would never fuck someone like you" I spat, my voice shaking with anger as I attempted to rip out of his pounding hold. My resistance only made him go harder on me, he dragged me forward, pinning me down, making my head pulse against the mattress, his body pressed against mine as he leaned in close. "You want me Yara" he growled. "You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight? Isn't that right?"

I shook my head "go fuck yourself!"

But he just laughed, his breath hot against my neck. "I'd rather fuck you" he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling against my scalp "You're wet for me right now, aren't you?"

I couldn't deny it. My body was betraying me. He reached down into my waistband, feeling the wetness of my heat.

"Please, Alejandro" I begged, my voice cracking.

"You should have thought of that before you started invading my business" he said, before slapping me hard across the face.

"You want to know the real me Yara?" I cried out in pain, my cheek stinging from the force of the blow. But he didn't care. He just kept going, his hands lifting my shirt over my head and ripping off my bra, the strap whipping my skin before being removed "I'll show you" he moved to my breast and squeezed it roughly, pinching my hard nipples painfully in between his rough fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, his voice rough with lust. "You like being manhandled, right you stupid whore?"

I shook my head, tears streaming down my face but somewhere in me I still had a sense of rebellion. I looked at his cynical face before spitting, I watched as his jaw clenched. I could see the anger burning off him as he grabbed my hand in a deathly grip, using it to forcefully wipe the saliva off from his cheek.

"You like spitting, you little bitch" he husked, taking no time to yank my pyjama bottoms and underwear down to my ankles, leaving me bare. I tried to struggle but he was too strong.

He grabbed my face forcing me to look at him "You enjoy spitting, you slut, hm?" He roared, splitting open my legs and spitting on my pussy, making it even wetter before leaning in and licking up and down my folds and back up again.

"Fuck off" I groaned, my mind mixed between pure pleasure and hate.

"Fuck off?....." he circled my clit with his tongue. ".....is that the best you can do?" He taunted, sliding lower to my throbbing opening, thrusting his tongue into my weeping cunt. His fingers digging into the flesh on my thighs, but I didn't pay attention to it, the feeling off his tongue plunging into me clouded my mind and for a second the sheer hate I had for him faded.

"What? Would you like me to tell you how much of a pathetic bastard you are instead?" I seethed. He stopped in his tracks, slightly lifting his head up to look at me, I could practically feel his menacing grin on my glistening heat.

"So fucking sexy" he rasped before landing a quick slap on my pussy causing me to jerk away and whimper, my throat letting out an involuntary moan.

"you taste so fucking good Malik" a feral groan released from him mouth as he devoured me.

"You can't just do this! Use me whenever you feel like it, I'm not your pet" I hissed when he caught my clit in between his lips.

"I can do whatever I wish to you, kitten" he murmured the last part, using the tip of his tongue to tease my slit.

"No you can't!" I protested, attempting to push out of his hold, although I knew it was no use.

"Watch me" he challenged, lifting his head up from in between my thighs. Releasing me from his tight grip. His lips were  glistening from my juices. I watched closely as he licked his lip, eyeing me up like I was his prey. I found myself clenching the bed sheets, his dark blue orbs staring at me was enough to send me into an intense state.

He neared me, his hand grasping my chin, yanking me closer with no warning.

"Know your fucking place Yara" he husked into my ear.

I waited for his next move when suddenly he lifted me up from the bed, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Ow, let go of me!" I screamed, earning a sharp slap to my ass. Tears painted my face as I continued to pound my fists against his back, kicking my legs.

"Where are you going?" I whisper yelled, trying to control the whimpers leaving my mouth.

He walked down the stairs, completely ignoring the possibility of his parents accidentally seeing him carrying my naked frame.

"Alejandro put me down. What if your parents see" I stopped hitting him, running out of energy, the only thing I could do now was use my words to convince him to stop.

I could still feel my soaking wet arousal in between my thighs. I mentally cursed myself for allowing him to make me so turned on, especially after all the things he'd previously said to me, after how much I was meant to hate him.

"I doubt they'd be surprised Cariño. My dad already thinks you're my little whore" I couldn't see his face but I knew for a fact he had that infuriating smirk on his face.

"Well he's wrong"

"Is that so?" He slapped my ass another time, so hard the pain of it felt like it would never end. A loud cry left my mouth, I used my left hand to try and cover my whisper, my right hand stayed gripped to his shoulder, using it as a way to cope.

I didn't know where he was taking me but eventually we reached that same dark room he once kept me in as punishment. He unlocked the door, turning on the lights which were somewhat dim.

"Why have you bought me here" my voice shuddered thinking of all the twisted possibilities.

He took me off his shoulder, attempting to put me back to my feet but I refused to let go of him. My legs wrapped around his torso and my arms snaked above his shoulders.

"I'm not staying here again" I tightly gripped him. I refused to stay in this dark room, I still hadn't completely recovered from the last time.

"Please don't make me" I mumbled next to his ear.

"Let go Yara" his icy cold voice commanded. Slowly, I let go of him, standing up. The room was cold, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck pricking up, goosebumps forming all over me.

The dimly lit room was thick with the scent of fear. Alejandro loomed over me. Watching me as I fidgeting with my hands, biting my lip.

"On the floor Yara" his sharp voice cut through the tension.

"W-what?" I questioned.

"Just do as I say, don't make it harder for yourself" slowly, I bent down to the floor, still keeping eye contact with him. He watched as I shivered, feeling the cold floor on my ass. He bent down to my level.

His hand reached out to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're trembling, Malik" his eyes raked over my naked body.

My eyes brimmed with tears, but there was also an undeniable fire burning in them. I whimpered and nodded my head, my cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal "I'm cold" I let out a half lie beacuse the real reason I was trembling was because I was terrified of him.

Alejandro looked at me for a second, a sinister smirk playing on his lips before he pushed me flat onto the floor, a cold shiver running up my back. I panted heavily as he gripped my hips and pulled my legs apart. "I suggest you be a good little girl and don't resist" he spoke taking off the last peice of clothing he had on him, exposing his veiny cock.

My voice trembled as I begged, knowing what was coming. He was going to take my innocence from me, as much as I couldn't let him do that, deep down within me something made me want him, made me want for his cock to thrust into me with not an ounce of mercy, but my hate for him and morals overrode those desires "Please, Alejandro, no. I can't do this. It's my first time......please I'm not ready yet...." my pleads fell on deaf ears. He slid the tip of his dick up and down my glistening cunt, teasing it as I whimpered. With one quick slap to my pussy with his cock, Alejandro smirked and without even a simple warning he slammed his dick into me in a single, rough thrust. I let out a choked cry, my body arching in agony on the cold floor. The overwhelming sensation made my eyes roll back, my lips parted in a silent whimper. My body resisted him but he didn't care.

"Shit! You're so fucking tight" he groaned.

"Oh.....Go- please stop it hurts so much" I whimpered out, my hand pressing on his chest lightly attempting to push him away. I bit my lips trying to contain the guttural moans leaving my mouth as his big cock thrusted in and out of my tight pussy. Shredding my innocence to pieces.

"That's what you get for being a little slut" he taunted.

Hot tears streamed down my face, I found myself clawing my fingers deep into his back, leaving bloody marks on his skin.

As Alejandro continued to slam into me, each thrust becoming deeper, faster, I couldn't help but feel both extreme pain and pleasure mingling within me. The sensation only grew more intense with every stroke, my body began to crave more as I found myself in a haze of ecstasy.

"You like that, don't you?" He growled against my neck, his voice laced with malicious delight. My eyes opened, a look of grimace covered my face as I shook my head "I......hate you!" I let out before he struck his full length into my pussy, hitting the spot making me throw my head back in unwanted pleasure.

"You're enjoying this rough fucking, even if you try to deny it Yara" he spoke against my neck, his voice sending cold vibrations through my body.

Alejandro could sense my shameful desire, looking up at my teary eyed face he only responded with more brutal force, his thrusts growing deeper and faster. My back arched and my legs clenched around his waist, only for him to rip them back apart again "you like that?" He slammed his hips into me "you like being fucked like a dirty little whore?" I tried to answer but all that came out was sobs and whimpers of ecstasy and pain. I could feel my breasts moving with each powerful thrust he made.

"Answer me Malik" he growled, the sound of flesh slapping, loud and wet echoed in the empty room.

"A-Alejandro...." I moaned out his name, earning a hand to my throat. He wrapped his hand tighter around my fragile throat as he continued to drill into my weak core, bringing me closer and closer to my edge.

"Fucking answer me Yara!" He roared.

"Yes" I replied through clenched teeth, giving him the answer he was craving to hear.

"Good girl" his dominant body continued to absolutely obliterate mines. His rough hands moved away from my throat and instead grabbed my arms, pinning them down to the hard floor and away from his back.

The floor dug into the wrist bone, making me struggle even more, helplessly whimpering.

"Take my dick like the slut that you are Cariño" I cried out In frustration, my body tensing up at the harsh words. But still I found myself unable to deny the undeniable pleasure Alejandro was bringing me.

"I can't take it Alejandro" I whimpered out into the atmosphere. My cries being completely ignored.

"Tell me you want it Yara, tell me" my eyes widened as he pounded faster and faster, sensing my orgasm nearing.

"Tell me Yara....." his raspy voice murmured on my jaw, my body bucking upwards, meeting his every thrust.

"I want it, Alejandro, I want it" his eyes locked onto my flushed face.

"Alejandro I can't take it anymore, fuck me....." I moaned out.

"I want to hear you enjoying me claiming your innocence" his cynical voice husked.

With one last deep stroke into my pussy, my lips parted, a muffled scream escaping me as my orgasm washed over me. Wave after wave of euphoria crashed through me, leaving me limp, breathless and sweaty.

Alejandro, seeing the moment he wanted, growled, still thrusting into me even after I came, his rough hand tangled into my hair as my body continued to tremble and shaky moans left my mouth.

He desperately slammed into me, his hot seed dripping out of my sore pussy.

"Fuck...." He groaned before releasing my hair from his grasp.

The room fell silent as we both basked in the aftermath, the only sounds heard were the sounds of heavy breathing.

I stared up at him, my chest still expanding up and down as I tried to calm down. An amused smirk curled onto the corners of his lips "such a dirty little slut" he husked out, his tone a perfect mix of satisfaction and scorn.

I glared at him, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, but my eyes still brimmed with arousal.

"Fuck you!" He mockingly chuckled "you know you swear a lot for an innocent girl" his comment made me roll my eyes, I was no longer that same innocent girl, not after today.

"It's not my fault that's the effect you have on people" I spat, the words laced with every ounce of bitterness I could muster.

"Yeah?" Alejandro's laugh was dark, almost mocking, as he stood up, pulling his sweatpants back on with that easy, detached look. Meanwhile, I sat there on the cold, hard floor, disgust swirling inside me. Disgust at him, disgust at myself, for somehow letting myself feel anything for this man, the man I hated most in the world, the man that ruined me piece by piece, the man I called a monster.

"Go to hell, Alejandro" I snapped, wishing my words could burn him.

His smirk only deepened, twisted and unbothered. "I'm already there, cariño" he replied in a soft, taunting voice. "And I have to say, I quite enjoy it"

That infuriating smirk was the last straw. All I wanted to do was slap that smirk straight off his face. My fists clenched as I glared at him. "You're a psychopath.......A miserable excuse for a human being" I said, each word meant to cut.

"And you love every second of it" he taunted.

"You wish. You don't scare me Alejandro"

"Is that right?" He looked at me, his gaze razor sharp. "Then why are you shaking?"

"I'm not scared. Just disgusted" I held his gaze, defiance sparking in my chest. "I feel sick every time you look at me. You ruin everything you touch"

His smirk didn't falter. Instead, he crouched down, tipping my chin up roughly so I had no choice but to look into his cold, dark eyes. "What did you learn, Malik?"

"I don't know" I  rasped out.

"Wrong answer" his grip on my chin tightened just enough to make me hiss "try again"

I bit back a curse, my voice taut with defiance. "To mind my own business"

His smirk widened, cold and merciless. "See? Was that so difficult?" he teased, letting go of my chin as I jerked my head away, wishing I could wipe away his touch.

"But it won't make a difference, because you'll find some other excuse to be the controlling monster you are"

"Smart girl. Shame it took you so long to figure that out" He straightened, his gaze full of cold satisfaction.

"Shut up" I muttered, my voice trembling with anger. "Just shut up. I don't need to listen to your sick games"

He tilted his head, feigning consideration. "Too late for that Yara" And with a casualness that made my blood boil, he got up, turned and walked to the door.

"Alejandro" I snapped, panic beginning to edge into my voice as I saw the door close and heard the lock softly click. He had locked the door on me.

I scrambled to my feet, pounding on the door as panic and fury collided. "Alejandro! Don't you dare leave me in here! You can't do this to me again......please" my already strained voice attempted to croak out.

But his footsteps echoed down the hall, fading with each step. Desperation fueled my voice, making it louder, sharper. My hands were throbbing from the pounding, but I didn't care.

"Alejandro.....please. I've learnt my lesson I swear!"

Silence. Just the cold, unyielding silence that stretched in his absence, leaving me alone with nothing but the sound of my own breathing.

I slumped against the door, heart racing, my anger simmering into something darker, colder. The only thing louder than my heartbeat was the emptiness he'd left behind. He left me with no clothes in this cold empty room. Frustration peaked and found myself angrily sobbing as I clenched my hair in between my fingers.

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I sat in the cold, dark room, my knees pulled tight to my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. The hours had dragged on, but I hadn't slept a second. The silence was deafening, and without windows, I had no way of knowing what time it was. The heaviness in the air felt like a weight on my chest, and I couldn't shake the sense of dread that gnawed at me.

I curled into myself, my body desperate for warmth that the room couldn't provide. Every thought in my head was tangled up in last night, him, the way his touch had burned through me, leaving me torn between hate and dark pleasure. But the worst part was how I let it happen. How I'd let him have that control over me, how I stopped resisting.

The sound of a key turning in the lock pulled me out of my spiral. The door creaked open, and Camilla stepped inside. Her eyes flickered with a mix of discomfort and pity.

"Yara honey" she said softly. "Sir asked that you freshen up and come down for breakfast. You should eat my love"

I didn't reply, too tired to speak. Camilla handed me a soft, thick gown, her gaze briefly meeting mine before she looked away. "Wrap yourself in this. You can go to your room and get ready"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The gown was warm, but it did nothing to erase the heaviness I felt. I wrapped it around me tightly as I followed Camilla out of the room and up the stairs. Each step felt like I was sinking deeper into something I didn't want to face.

Once I was alone in my room, I took my time in the shower, hoping that the water would wash away the residue of last night. But the memory of him, his touch, his eyes, stayed with me, as sharp and present as if it had just happened.

When I was finished, I dressed in silence, my body aching from exhaustion, both physical and emotional. I knew I had to go down to breakfast, though every part of me wanted to retreat back into the shadows. But I couldn't. I forced myself to move, the dread building with every step.

When I entered the dining room, I was greeted by Alejandro's mother, sitting elegantly at the table, her warm smile a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me. Elena sat beside her, cheerfully waving.

"Finally! I missed you soooo much!" yara cheered in her cute voice, making me give out, letting out a weak laugh, but my eyes immediately flicked to Alejandro. He was sitting back in his chair, relaxed, as if nothing had happened between us. His eyes met mine for a brief moment, and I felt the tension coil in my chest.

"Good morning, Yara" his mother said brightly. I gave a tight nod.

Elena was talking excitedly about something, but I couldn't focus. My gaze kept flickering back to Alejandro, who was watching me with that same unreadable look on his face. I tried not to let the fear creep in, but it was impossible.

"So.....babysitter" Alejandro's father's voice broke through my thoughts. I jerked my head up, meeting his eyes. He furrowed his brows looking at me "You look tired" he mockingly chuckled.

I forced back a scowl "I didn't sleep much last night. I'll be fine"

Alejandro's gaze lingered on me, studying me with an intensity. I didn't look at him, though. I couldn't. I kept my eyes on my plate, pushing a piece of toast around, forcing myself to eat despite the nausea rising in my stomach.

When I briefly met his gaze, there was something there. Something more than the indifference he usually wore. For a moment, I thought I saw concern, but I quickly turned away, refusing to let him have any power over me. I took another bite, my stomach turning. How could he act so normal? How could he sit there, acting like nothing had happened, while I was falling apart inside?

I glanced at Elena, focusing on her innocent chatter, but it didn't help. The silence between me and Alejandro was deafening, and it felt like a storm just waiting to break.

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