Chapter 71 Third pair
RORY POV
I couldn't escape Alexander at dinner. He was already at the table when I walked in, looking like a king waiting for his subject. Rosemary had outdone herself as usual. I had wanted to help her earlier but I had been helping Liam with his new building blocks set and time had gotten away from me.
Alexander wasn't eating. He just sat there, his blue eyes tracking me from the moment I entered the room.
I was only wearing shorts and a yellow round neck. Nothing special. The way he looked at me you would think I had walked in wearing something designed specifically to ruin him.
"You took a long time. I almost thought you weren't coming down," he said, a dark smirk playing on his lips.
I didn't give him the satisfaction of a reply. I sat across from him and started to dish my food. I was halfway through when his voice sliced through the silence.
"You won't dish mine? Come on... be a sweet wife." He mocked me, his eyes dancing with a challenge.
I let out a slow, silent sigh and stood up. I dished his plate and placed it in front of him.
As I turned to go back to my seat, his hand shot out. Crack. He spanked me, his palm connecting with my ass with a force that made me jump. I bit my lower lip hard, stifling the moan that surged in my throat.
He's not going to hear a word from me, I vowed.
“You’re so stubborn. It’s turning me on,” he said casually, picking up his fork like nothing had happened.
I shook my head at him and started eating. I could barely focus on the food. His eyes stayed glued to me the whole time, that amused, predatory look never leaving his face.
"Is that why you slept in Liam's room last night? Because I called you Ana?"
My body stiffened at the name. I kept my head down, moving the food around my plate.
“You know this silent treatment isn’t going to last, right?” He leaned back in his chair, watching me. “I could end it right now, right here.”
We’ll see about that.
Most of my life, especially working at Mr Smith’s bar, I hated talking. The pressure of it made my voice snag and the stuttering would start and it was easier to just stay quiet. Silence had never been uncomfortable for me. I could stay in it as long as I needed to.
He suddenly waved his hand sharply. The guards around the dining room disappeared instantly, leaving us completely alone.
My heart began to hammer against my ribs.
Before I could blink, he pushed off his chair. He was around the table in two long strides, grabbing me by the waist and hoisting me up.
In one fluid motion, he cleared a space and threw me onto the table. My skin hissed against the cool, hard glass. His palms settled on my knees, shoving my legs apart.
My body started tingling with unwanted excitement even though I told myself I didn’t want this.
His right hand slid under my thigh. My breath hitched the second his fingers found my lace panties. He dragged them down slowly. I instinctively lifted my ass a little so he could pull them off easier.
“Eager much?” he smirked, voice dripping with arrogance.
I wanted to smack that expression off his impossibly handsome face.
The lace dropped between us and cool air hit my pussy immediately. It was no surprise that I was already wet, him sitting across from me eating dinner had been enough to undo me without him touching a single thing.
I hissed when his fingers found my inner thighs. Moving in slow circles. Getting closer without touching where I needed him to.
In one swift, sickening movement, without any warning, he pushed two thick fingers deep inside me.
I groaned and dropped my head back fighting the sound trying to claw out of my throat.
“How many fingers can you take?” he sneered, adding a third finger. My body jerked hard at the sudden stretch,my walls clenching around him.
He started pumping them fast and deep, fucking me with his fingers in a brutal way that made my head spin. Wet, sloppy squelching sounds filled the dining room every time he thrust. My juices coated his hand and dripped down onto the glass table.
“So fucking tight…” he growled, voice rough with lust. “Listen to how wet you are for me. Your greedy little cunt is sucking my fingers in.”
He curled his fingers hard, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. My hips started moving on their own, riding his hand shamelessly.
I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper.
"Fucking talk to me, Aurora!" He reached up with his free hand and pinched my nipple through my shirt, twisted it until I saw spots.
He was driving me insane. We were on the dining table, in the middle of the house, and he was taking me apart with his hands. My hands flew to his neck, my fingers digging into his skin as I began to ride his fingers. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, my hot breath hitting his skin in ragged gasps.
"You're so fucking drenched," he rasped into my ear. "Look at you, riding me, enjoying every touch, but you still won't give me your voice. Isn't that selfish, Aurora? Hmm?"
He hit the spot. That deep, electric nerve that sent my world spinning. I felt the orgasm building right there, hot and fast.
I didn't moan. Instead, I leaned forward and sank my teeth into his shoulder, biting him as hard as I could to keep the scream trapped inside me.
He didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. He just growled and worked his fingers faster, deeper, until I came in a violent, shaking mess against his hand.
I stayed there for a long moment, draped over him, my chest heaving. When my heart finally slowed, I pulled back and reached for my phone on the table. My fingers shook as I typed.
"Promise me you won’t call me your dead wife’s name. Promise me when you look at me you’ll try to see me. Just me."
I shoved the screen into his face. His expression went from lustful to stone-cold in a second.
"That won't be happening," he said, his voice flat and brutal. He leaned in, his shadow swallowing me. "I told you-you're the replacement. You have her face, you have her voice, and as long as you're in this house, you'll be whoever I need you to be. If that's Anastasia, then that's who you are."
My heart twisted painfully. I didn't wait for him to say more. I slid off the table, my legs trembling, and reached for my panties on the floor.
But he was faster. He snatched the lace from the rug before I could touch it.
He picked them up. Brought them to his nose without breaking eye contact. Inhaled slowly. Then folded them and tucked them into his pocket.
Third pair he will be taking.
He walked out of the dining room like nothing had happened.
I stayed there for a long moment, heart pounding, wondering how much longer I could keep this silent treatment before he really broke me.