Chapter 25 ۵ Strip

YARA'S POV

"Happy Birthday Jas!"

"Thanks Yara. So.......what did you get me?" She asked, waiting for a serious reply.

"This is my present Jas what do mean?" I teased, watching as she rolled her eyes on the FaceTime call.

I couldn't help but laugh more "well thanks I guess....truly the best present I could receive" I giggled at her response.

Before I could even reply a knock echoed through my room. There was only one person it could be "I'll talk to you later alright Jas. love you" I quickly spoke before ending the call.

I mentally prepared myself, I hadn't spoken to Alejandro ever since I woke up. My mind drifted off to fragments of the previous night. I could barely remember any of what happened except that my behaviour was reckless, the parts I did remember made my cheeks flush, heat creeping up them.

"Come in" I spoke, my head still pounding from my hangover.

"Feeling better?" He questioned, nearing me whilst I fidgeted on my bed.

"Mhm" I mumbled not having the strength to actually say proper words.

He slowly inspected my room, looking out of the window as he neared the bed, sitting down on it.

I didn't have anything to say, all I could feel was the pounding in my head as my memory from the previous night came slowly flooding back.

His finger trailed to my ankle, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"Sorry for messing up your house" he looked at me for a mere second before focusing his gaze back onto my body. He slowly raised up my maxi skirt with his finger.

"Is that all?" My heartbeat rose, I quickly scrambled to find the right answer, one that wouldn't anger him.

"And.....and I've learnt my lesson" I sort of questioned. His lips tugged into a smirk before he let out a small chuckle, one that had not a single hint of humour in it. His finger continued to move my skirt upwards, making it look as if it were a mini skirt.

"I said is that all Yara?" I clenched my teeth together, instantly being intimidated by his rough, cold tone, a stark contrast to his light touch on my legs.

"What do you want from me?" his finger stopped near my thigh, his whole hand now resting on my thigh.

"I want you to beg me for forgiveness Yara" I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"And why would I do that?" A mocking chuckle came from his mouth as he tightened his grip on my thigh, the veins on his hand pulsing as his fury fuelled up.

"Because you're mine, Yara. I own you, and you'll do whatever I desire" he spoke in a darkly seductive manner, leaving no room for questions, his hand moved up from my thigh, sliding my skirt even higher up.

I felt like I couldn't breathe properly "Don't you want to make me happy, cariño?" He slid his finger beneath the elastic band of my underwear, teasing my delicate folds. His cold touch sending shivers up my spine, I could just feel my desire growing.

"Making you happy is impossible"

"Smart girl" a contrast to the usual nickname he had for me.

"Tell me are you going to be a smart little girl for a change and beg for forgiveness, or are you going to be dumb" He continued to stroke my pussy, his hand moving in circles to heighten my arousal. I couldn't help but moan in response.

"Me begging for forgiveness would be the dumb part Alejandro" I spat, my hand wrapping around his wrist, attempting to pull free from his captivating touch.

"Oh yeah? Is that all you can manage, Yara? Let's not forget you were the one wanting me to fuck the innocence out of you yesterday" He pressed harder against my clit, I let out a soft, desperate whimper.

"Beg for me, my sweet little Yara"

I closed my eyes for a moment, forcing myself to breathe, to find my voice. When she spoke again, it was with a quiet, almost reluctant defiance.

"You think you can make me beg, Alejandro? I won't give you that satisfaction"

A smirk danced across his lips as he moved in even closer, the heat from his body radiating against mines, making it almost impossible to think straight. "We'll see about that princess" he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck before he pulled his hand away from my heat.

"Be ready for 4pm" he spoke before getting up from the bed, his hand brushing over my thigh lightly as he left.

I had tried to push the memory of his touch from my mind, the way his hand trailed over my thigh, the smirk that curled his lips when I resisted. But Alejandro had a way of rooting himself into every corner of my mind. The fragments of last night returned in even sharper flashes, the heat in his eyes, the way his voice had made me feel.....alive.

I glanced at the clock: 2:15pm. Time crawled and sprinted all at once, leaving me no room to think clearly.

My shower felt hotter than usual, as if the scalding water could rinse away the flush on my cheeks and the tightening in my chest. The maxi skirt I had changed into earlier was replaced by a fitted black dress, its hem grazing my thighs. My hair fell in loose waves, and I brushed on minimal makeup.

By the time the clock struck 4, I was perched on the edge of my bed, my heart hammering against my ribs. When I heard the low rumble of his car pulling up, my pulse spiked, and my stomach twisted in knots.

Then came the knock, firm, deliberate.

I opened the door to find him standing there, the late afternoon sunlight catching the sharp lines of his jaw. He looked impeccable, as always. A crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his veined forearms. His dark eyes swept over me, drinking me in with a slow, deliberate hunger.

"Ready?" I replied with a quick nod earning a satisfied smirk.

"Good" he murmured, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Where are we going?" I spoke.

"You'll see kitten"

With that we left.

The drive was silent. Alejandro rested one hand on the wheel, the other possessively on my thigh, his fingers idly tracing circles over the part of my thigh that wasn't covered by my dress. Each touch felt like a calculating reminder of his control, his claim over me.

When the car slowed to a stop outside an upscale shopping centre, I furrowed my brows in confusion. The building was all sleek glass and elegant architecture, the kind of place that screamed exclusivity.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he killed the engine and turned to me, his eyes smoldering with intent.

"I'm taking you shopping" he said smoothly.

"This is stupid Alejandro, I'm not getting anything" I huffed, sitting back in my seat.

"Not exactly your choice Yara"

Before I could respond, he was out of the car, striding around to open my door. He didn't wait for me to move, his hand was already on mine, pulling me out with an effortless strength. I could feel my heart pumping faster and faster as his rough hand firmly squeezed mines.

The entire shopping centre was silent, not a single shopper there which was confusing considering it was one of the biggest  luxury shopping malls in London.

"Why is there no one here?" I furrowed my brows, looking up at Alejandro, trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Because I've booked the entire place out cariño" my mouth hung open as I processed his words. How rich was this man?

"You didn't have to do that Alejandro" he stopped in his tracks, turning towards me.

"I wanted to" he spoke. I watched intently as he stepped closer to me "can't have people looking at what's mine" he husked into my ear, tucking away a strand of my hair behind my ear. I could feel my stomach fluttering as I struggled to even look at him. I could tell he was amused by my response.

He continued to move across the centre. Leaving me standing in shock.

I followed Alejandro into one of the stores. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume and leather, and every inch of the space oozed luxury. A tall, impeccably dressed saleswoman approached with a practiced smile that faltered slightly when her eyes landed on Alejandro.

"Mr Moreno" she greeted, her voice careful, deferential. "What can we help you with today?"

He didn't look at her. His focus was entirely on me.

"I want her fitted" he said, his tone clipped, authoritative.

"Alejandro I already told you I'm not getting anything" my words fell on deaf ears, he completely ignored me, still instructing the saleswoman

"Something delicate. Something that reminds her exactly who she belongs to" I didn't exactly know what they were talking about, but given that 80% of the clothes in this store were underwear I could only guess he was going to make me try on lingerie.

My cheeks flushed at the sudden realisation, a mix of embarrassment and indignation surging through me. I opened my mouth to protest, but Alejandro's fingers tightened around my wrist, a subtle warning.

The saleswoman nodded quickly, gesturing toward the back of the store. "Right this way sir"

The fitting room was luxurious, larger than most bedrooms, with walls lined with mirrors and plush seating. Alejandro lowered himself into one of the armchairs, his legs spread wide, his presence filling the space as if he owned it.

"Alejandro if you're going to make m-" he looked up at me casting a deadly stare my way as he lit his cigarette.

"I don't want to hear it right now Yara" he looked in a somewhat good mood, I stopped speaking, not wanting to ruin that mood.

A minute later the saleswoman returned with a few different sets of lingerie. I could only look at the floor, the embarrassment already hitting me hard.

"Try them on" he commanded, his voice like silk and steel.

I froze, staring at him. "You expect me to-"

"Yara" His voice was sharp, cutting through my hesitation.

"Do you need me to dress you myself?"

Heat flared in my cheeks as I looked over at the saleswoman who somehow managed to look less uncomfortable than me "No" I muttered, snatching the first set the saleswoman handed me, a soft red lace ensemble.

I closed the door of the fitting room behind me, slowly slipping into the lingerie, trying to waste as much time as possible. The delicate fabric clung to my curves, leaving little to the imagination. I hated how beautiful it made me feel, how his choice alone seemed to strip me of control.

I was in there for five minutes, not wanting to go outside, not wanting to expose myself to him like this.

"Miss, Mr Moreno wants you out now" I heard the saleswoman's voice come through the door. I knew I couldn't stall any longer.

"I don't want to come out"

"Yara" Alejandro rough voice spoke.

"Don't test me"

I knew this was it. The next minute I took a deep breath, forcing myself to step out of the fitting room. My eyes instantly meeting with his blue ones. I looked down at the floor, a blush covering my cheek as I instinctively wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to cover myself.

"Don't" Alejandro said, his voice low but firm.

I hesitated but lowered my arms, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

He leaned back, his eyes raking over me with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my skin burn. An amused smirk painted his face "fucking sexy" he murmured. "Give her the other one" he ushered to the saleswoman, taking a puff from his cigarette. The fact that she was here, also watching me wear the lingerie just made this all ten times more embarrassing.

By the time I tried on the last one I was a hot mess. My whole body flushed from the heat of his calculating gaze. I slipped on the black panties, adjusting the strap of the bra. I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror and adjust my hair. Out of all the lingerie this one was the most revealing,

I hesitated in the fitting room. My pulse pounding in my ears as I glanced at the closed door. He's waiting on the other side, his presence palpable even from here, a force I couldn't ignore.

"Yara" his deep voice cut through my thoughts, smooth but edged with irritation. "You're wasting time" he was correct, that's exactly what I was doing.

"Miss Malik" the saleswoman's voice came from beyond the door.

I freeze, clutching the doorframe. "I'm not coming out in this. It's too revealing Alejandro"

"You don't have a choice" he says, his tone like steel. "Open the door, Yara. Now"

My throat tightens as I fumble with the lock. Slowly, I pull the door open, and his eyes are on me instantly, dark and searing. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, getting rid of it as he slowly walked up to me. Stopping near the door frame, casually leaning against it, but his posture was deceptive, there's nothing relaxed about him. His gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate, making my skin prickle with awareness.

"Turn around" he orders, his voice quieter now, but no less commanding.

I hesitated, holding my arms across my chest. "Alejandro-"

"Turn around" he repeats, cutting me off. The sharp edge in his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I obey, turning slowly. I could feel his eyes on me, lingering on every curve, every exposed inch of skin. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable, like a physical weight pressing down on me. I hear him step closer, the sound of his shoes against the polished floor making my heart race. His hand brushes over my bare shoulder, making a shiver run down my spine. "It fits perfectly" he says, his voice dipping lower.

"Doesn't it?" He husked, starting to pull down a strap of my bra from my shoulders.

"It's too much" I say quickly, my voice shaking. "I can't-"

"Stop" he cuts in, his hand sliding down my arm. He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. "You're wearing this for me, not for you. And you'll wear it exactly how I tell you to"

I swallow hard, my resolve crumbling under the weight of his voice. His fingers traced a slow line down my spine, sending a shiver through me.

"You see this, Yara?" he says, his tone roughening as he pulls me gently but firmly to face the mirror. His hands resting on my hips, holding me in place. "This is what I want. This is how I want you, exposed, mine, exactly as I decide"

I try to protest, but his hand slides up my stomach, stopping just below my chest. His grip tightens slightly, making me feel the dominance in his touch.

"Go fuck yourself"

He spun me around, pinning me to the mirror.

"You're stubborn"

"So are you" I bit back.

"Stupid girl" he murmurs, his tone softening slightly, but the intensity in his eyes doesn't waver.

I bit my lip, overwhelmed by the way he looked at me like he owned me. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

"Don't forget Yara" he whispers, his voice like a dark promise.

"I'll always have you exactly how I want you"

I couldn't move, couldn't speak, caught in his gaze as he finally steps back. The absence of his touch feels like a loss, even though I know I shouldn't want it.

"Put your clothes back on" he says, his tone sharp again.

"I want them all" he spoke to the saleswoman. And just like that, the moment is over, leaving me breathless and shaken.

We walked out of the luxurious store, my head was glued to the ground as I followed after him, still embarrassed and heated from previously.

We continued to go to other places, expensive and overpriced stores. Stores that Alejandro had forced me to buy things from. Why was he wasting his millions on me.

"The black set you're wearing" he said finally "you'll wear that tonight. And nothing else"

My heart skipped. "What-"

"Do you want to defy me, cariño?" His tone was deceptively soft, his dark eyes daring me to argue.

I swallowed hard and shook my head.

"That's a good girl" he praised, unexpectedly lifting me into the his arms, throwing me over his shoulder. My dress rising further up my thighs.

"Put me down Alejandro" I pounded my fists to his back, stopping in my tracks when his hand roughly squeezed my ass. I stopped resisting in his grip.

His middle finger slipped under the hem of my dress. My eyes widened when I realised what he was doing, he was hiking up my dress. Heat quickly crept to my face.

"What are you doing?" I spoke breathlessly.

"What do you think?" I could tell he was smirking as he continued to lift my dress further up my thighs down to my lower ass.

My pants got heavier "you can't just do that, we're out in public Alejandro"

"I can do whatever I want Yara"

He was about to lift my dress the full way up when I sent a sharp kick to his stomach with my knee. Regret flushed my thoughts. He was going to kill me.

A silence fell into the air, one filled with fear and tension, his grip on my hips tightened, bruising my flesh. He pulled me down from his shoulder, instead getting me to straddle his torso.

I looked at him scared waiting for what punishment he'd threaten me with "Fuck me" he husked into my ear.

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The ride back to his house was cloaked in heavy silence, the air between us charged with something I couldn't name. Alejandro didn't say a word, his hands steady on the wheel, his eyes locked on the road ahead. But I could feel him, his presence, his dominance, the unspoken promise of what was coming. It wrapped around me, pulling tighter with every passing second.

When we arrived, he stepped out without hesitation, his movements sharp and deliberate. I followed him inside, my heels clicking against the marble floor, the sound echoing in the oppressive quiet. He didn't slow, didn't glance back as he led me upstairs, his figure cutting an imposing silhouette against the dim light.

The door to his bedroom clicked shut behind us, and the sound made my pulse jump.

"Strip" he ordered, his voice low and cutting.

I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my chin up defiantly. "What happens if I say no?"

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something dangerous pass through his eyes. "Then I'll make you" he said simply, his tone calm but menacing.

I opened my mouth to retort, but his hand caught my wrist, pulling me closer. The suddenness of it made me stumble, and I found myself pressed against him, his body a solid wall of heat and power.

"Yara" His tone dropped lower, a dark warning. "Don't make me repeat myself"

I hesitated for a heartbeat too long, and his jaw tightened, his expression hardening. The sheer authority radiating from him was overwhelming, suffocating. My hands trembled as I managed to pull down my dress.

The fabric slipped from my shoulders, pooling silently at my feet. I stood there, exposed, the black lace lingerie he had forced me to wear clinging to my skin like a second layer. My arms instinctively crossed over my chest, but Alejandro's sharp look stopped me in my tracks. He took a step closer, his gaze burning into me, devouring every inch of exposed skin.

"Don't cover yourself" he said, his voice low and dangerous.

My arms dropped to my sides, my fists clenching to keep them steady. His intensity was suffocating, his presence a force that demanded submission.

Alejandro's fingers brushed lightly against my waist, the touch soft but electrifying, making me shiver despite myself. He tilted my chin up with one firm hand, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, possessive, and utterly merciless.

"You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now" he whispered, his lips so close to mine I could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against my skin. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him what he wanted. My heart was racing, my body betraying me with its reactions, but my mind clung stubbornly to a shred of defiance.

"You have no idea how badly I don't want to fuck you right now" I taunted, watching as the smirk on his lips only grew.

"Stubborn" he murmured, his voice almost teasing, but with a hard edge that sent a ripple of tension through me. "I like that. It makes breaking you even more satisfying"

Alejandro's hand slid down my body, tracing the curve of my waist before settling firmly on my hip. His touch wasn't soft, it was deliberate, possessive, like he was staking a claim on every inch of me. His other hand followed, brushing down the length of my arm in a slow, calculated trail that sent heat spiraling through my core. My body betrayed me, responding to him even as my mind screamed at me to resist.

"Look at you" he growled, his voice dark and taunting. "You fight me with that sharp little mouth of yours, but your body? It's desperate. It knows exactly who it belongs to"

I opened my mouth to snap back, to say something, anything to cut him down, but he silenced me effortlessly, his finger pressing against my lips. It was barely a touch, but it held a weight that stilled me, as if the air itself bent to his will.

"No" he said, his tone cutting like steel. "No more of that. No more arguing. No more pretending"

His grip on my hip tightened as he pulled me closer, eliminating the space between us. The warmth of his body against mine was overwhelming, the dominance in his touch suffocating, but I refused to crumble, not yet. His other hand slid up to my throat, his thumb brushing lightly over the sensitive skin there. The gesture was maddening, both gentle and a silent reminder of the control he held over me.

"You feel that?" he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. "Your pulse racing. Your body responding to me, even when you don't want it to" His thumb pressed harder against the hollow of my throat, making my breath hitch. My knees felt weak, but I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to stay upright, to stand my ground against him.

"You can tell yourself whatever lies you need to" he continued, his voice dropping lower, silkier, but with a dangerous edge. "But your body doesn't lie. It tells me everything I need to know"

I clenched my fists, summoning every ounce of defiance I had left. "You're delusional" I hissed, my voice trembling despite my best effort to sound firm.

"And you're a little whore. One that likes to act innocent" my teeth gritted together even harder.

"You think you own me, but you don't. You never will"

He smirked at that, a dark, amused curl of his lips that made my stomach twist. "Is that what you think?" he asked, his tone mocking. "How cute" he mocked.

Before I could retort, his hand left my throat, trailing down my body in a slow, purposeful path. When his palm landed on the curve of my ass, I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I knew what was coming but before I even had time to prepare I felt the sharpness of his hand striking my ass, the sting reverberating through my skin. The power of the slap left me weak, struggling to stand as I let out a whimper, trying to contain it by biting my lip.

"You don't get to talk to me like that" he spoke, his voice low and deadly. "Not when you're standing here, dressed in the things I've bought. Not when you're mine"

My eyes burned with fury, and I shot him a glare. "I'm not yours" I spat, even as the heat in my cheek and the ache in my core betrayed me.

He laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through the air between us. "No? Then why are you shaking? Why is your body leaning into me like you're begging for more?"

I hated him for noticing, hated him for being right. He grabbed my chin again, tilting my face up so I couldn't look anywhere but into his piercing eyes.

"You can play your little games, Yara" he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "You can fight, you can argue, you can act like you're above this. But I know better. Deep down, you want this. You crave this"

I tried to wrench my chin out of his grip, but he only tightened it, his smirk widening as his thumb brushed across my lower lip. "Go on kitten" he taunted. "Say something defiant. Give me a reason to put you in your place again"

"You're a fucking bastard" I spoke through gritted teeth, my voice shaking with anger and something I couldn't name.

He chuckled, low and menacing, his hand slipping back to grip my ass tightly, possessively. "Maybe" he said, his lips brushing against my ear. "But you'll learn to love it. Because no matter how much you fight, how much you protest, you'll end up exactly where you belong, under me. Begging like a good little girl"

I bit my lip hard to stop the sound threatening to escape, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he saw right through me, his smirk turning cruel.

My heart pounded, anger and something far more dangerous swirling inside me. Alejandro was relentless, and though I hated every word that fell from his lips, I hated even more how much my body seemed to respond to his touch, his voice, his command.

All I could concentrate on was his face the way it mocked my every move, the way he knew he was in power. Frustration grew in me "Didn't your dad teach you anything?" His orbs turned dark, deadly. I knew I shouldn't have said that but I wanted to, I needed to it was the only thing I could hold against him.

Alejandro's grip on my body tightened as his gaze devoured me, dark and unrelenting. His hands, firm and commanding, slid down to my hips, pulling me flush against him. The heat between us was suffocating, his touch igniting every nerve in my body despite the storm of defiance I clung to.

Just when I thought he'd strike, a sinister smirk etched his face. He was trying his hardest to bite back the pure loathe he had for me.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a silken threat against my ear.

"If there's one thing I learnt from my father it's to put weak people in their places"

"You know that's funny, I would've thought you'd have learnt to not hurt others, to not take your anger out on them, the way he did to y-" he cut me off, a sudden fury engulfed me, I wanted to make him angry. What his father did to him was awful but he had no reason to take it out on me.

He clenched his jaw "I would've thought so too, but I guess not princess" a devilish expression marred his perfect face. In that moment I was terrified, it looked as if he was so unfazed by my words.

"Push me too far Yara, and I won't stop until you're begging for mercy you'll never get" Before I could reply, he pressed my back toward the edge of the bed. My breath hitched as his weight followed, his hands sliding up my thighs with maddening precision. His lips brushed my neck, teasing, his teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver.

"You feel that?" he asked, his voice a dark growl that sent heat pooling low in my stomach. "That's the edge of control, Yara. Keep pushing, and I'll make damn sure you know exactly what happens when you cross it"

I opened my mouth to reply, but all that came out was a sharp inhale as he dug his knee against my lace panty covered pussy, his hand pinning my wrist above my head.

"You're sick, Alejandro! You're fucking sick!" I spat, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my body betraying me once again, but before I could decide whether to fight or surrender, there was a sharp knock at the door.

"Sir" Camilla's voice called through the heavy wood, calm but firm. "Your guests have arrived"

Alejandro froze, his body taut with frustration. The air around us was thick, crackling with unfinished intent. He let out a low curse under his breath, the sound dripping with irritation. His head dropped forward, his lips brushing against my ear one last time.

"This isn't over cariño" he promised, his voice dark and heavy with meaning.

Reluctantly, he pulled back, his hands lingering just long enough to leave their mark. He straightened, smoothing his shirt with a sharpness that spoke of his restrained fury. He glanced down at me, sprawled on the bed, my body still buzzing with the tension he'd left behind.

"Clean yourself up" he ordered, his tone clipped as he turned toward the door.

As the door clicked shut behind him, I released the breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding. Relief washed over me, but it was short lived, tangled with the lingering heat and the undeniable pull he had over me.

I sat up slowly, brushing my hair back from my face, trying to steady the chaotic rhythm of my heart. Whatever Alejandro thought he had started, I wasn't going to let him finish. At least, that's what I told myself as I stared at the door, his parting words echoing in my mind like a warning I couldn't ignore.

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