Chapter 29

**ALEXANDER**

Just as instructed, she was there—laid out on the bed, waiting. She pushed up on her elbows, her lips curling into a seductive smile as her tongue flicked out, running slowly along the seam of her lips.

"Did I give you permission to move?" Her giggles grated on my nerves, a mindless sound that only served to annoy me. I'd never been one for pointless laughter, especially not from those who sought to entertain me. But she was different, or so she seemed. A spark of excitement danced in her eyes, and for a moment, I forgot about my irritation.

"Lie down," I barked, my patience wearing thin. Her eyes widened, but the thrill that flickered within them was undeniable.

"Spread your legs wider," I muttered, my hands moving to unfasten my pants. The sound of the zipper echoing through the room seemed to heighten the tension between us.

As I stepped out of my clothes, her legs parted further, an invitation that was hard to resist. My hand wrapped around my shaft, feeling the familiar surge of arousal as I watched her touch herself. Her fingers moved with a practiced ease, coaxing an orgasm from her own body.

"Have you been waiting for me?" I asked, my voice low and husky as I watched her strokes grow more frantic. Her response was barely audible, a breathless "yes" that only served to fuel my desire.

I hummed in approval, my eyes fixed on the sight before me. Her body was a map of sensations, each touch and caress eliciting a new wave of pleasure. As she approached the edge of release, I felt my own control begin to slip.

"You can't come," I warned her, moving closer to the bed as she pumped her fingers faster. The desperation in her eyes only added to the allure.

Her back arched off the bed as she struggled to contain herself. "Alexander," she breathed, her legs spreading wider in invitation.

I joined her on the bed, releasing my grip on myself as I did so. My legs cramped with anticipation as I flipped her onto her front.

A hard slap on her ass silenced any protest she might have made. "You don't get to complain," I hissed in her ear before nipping at the sensitive skin below.

In that moment, she was nothing more than a vessel for my desire – faceless and nameless except for one thing: she knew how to submit.

As our bodies merged into one fluid motion after another - primal moans pierced air making sweat break between two skin-to-skin-merged flesh slapping tantalizing hell-bent music filled by noise beyond comprehension – thoughts started going elsewhere though?

My thoughts went back to the woman I would claim as mine .

Alina

I wanted her lips bruised from my kisses, her skin flushed and marked by my touch. I wanted to own every gasp, every moan—each one ripped from her, belonging only to me. Her body, her pleasure, mine to take, to claim, to ruin.

"Alexander......."

The sound of my name cut through the haze, jolting me back to the present moment. The vision of Alina that had been lingering in my mind vanished, replaced by the reality of the woman beneath me. My hips surged forward, driving my cock into her with a single, forceful thrust. She let out a loud scream, her body arching upward as she struggled to accommodate my invasion.

Her hips bucked wildly, meeting each of my relentless thrusts with a desperate fervor. Her head was buried deep in the pillows, muffling her cries as she surrendered to the onslaught. I pounded into her, taking everything I wanted, giving nothing in return but the raw intensity of my desire. In that moment, she was mine to claim, mine to use, and I took without mercy, lost in the primal rush of power and pleasure.

As the woman's body went limp beneath me, I rolled away, severing the physical connection between us. My chest heaved with ragged breaths, the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears like a drum. I could feel my pulse throbbing through my veins, a potent reminder of the intensity that still lingered within me. I dragged the black comforter over my body, wrapping myself in its darkness, and closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over me.

"Leave now," I growled, my voice still rough from the exertion. The woman's attempt to speak was cut short as she whispered my name,

"Alexander..." But I was quick to interrupt, my tone firm and commanding.

"Who the fuck gave you permission to use my name?" I said, my voice cold as I gestured toward the bed.

"Just because I fucked you here..." I said, waving a hand dismissively at the bed.

"It's Mr. Dimitri, Sir, or Boss to you. Don't forget it."

She murmured a soft apology before falling silent, her eyes fixed on me as she slowly got out of bed. A few moments passed before she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" The question hung in the air like a tentative hope.

I cracked one eye open to regard her as she dressed in silence. Her gaze met mine, and for an instant, I saw something there that looked almost like innocence - a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability behind her guarded expression. A small smile played on her lips as she finished dressing, but it was short-lived.

My response was curt and brutal.

"No," I said flatly, watching as the smile faltered and died on her lips. The disappointment that flashed across her face was palpable, but I didn't bother to soften the blow. Instead, I turned away from her and closed my eyes once more, letting the darkness envelop me like a shroud.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I silenced her with a cold, hard glance.

"Let's cut the crap," I said, my voice devoid of emotion.

"I needed a good fuck, and you were convenient. Your body was warm, wet, and tight - exactly what I was looking for. That's all it was." I could almost hear the sound of her heart shattering into a million pieces.

She looked like she'd been punched in the gut, but I didn't care. She knew the rules going in - no attachments, no expectations. It was simple: we used each other for our own pleasure, and that's where it ended.

She tried to speak again, but I cut her off before she could get the words out.

"You thought what? That this meant something? That I actually cared about you?" I sneered, my tone dripping with disdain.

"Well, you thought wrong. It's time for you to move on and forget about me - and my cock, which I know you're so fond of." My eyes locked onto hers, daring her to respond.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her acknowledgement. She swallowed hard, blinking back tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. Finally, she nodded - a small, heartbreaking nod that seemed to acknowledge the reality of our situation.

As she turned to leave, the slump of her shoulders and quiet sniffles tugged at something inside me.

For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt - like maybe I'd been too harsh, too cruel. But it was just a momentary lapse; I pushed the feeling aside and watched as she walked away from me without another word.

The sound of her quiet sobs lingered in my mind long after she left.

Alina was right—I was a heartless asshole. But for some reason, being that asshole didn’t feel as effortless as it once had.