ELEVEN

Her heart was pounding heavily against her chest, the sound of it seeming to be the only thing her ears could hear. She hadn't run a mile, but she was breathless and almost faint as she sat waiting for Alexander. It wasn't long before he opened the door and slid in smoothly.

Her heart stilled at once. She didn't breathe or move. She waited for him to speak, but he said nothing as he shut the door and started the ignition. The soft hum of the car coming alive had her letting out a shuddering breath.

He veered the car out of the parking lot smoothly, and it was only when the car was moving alongside others on the road that he spoke.

"Found Jax to your liking?" he asked her.

She didn't reply. What could she possibly say to that?

"Tell me, Ms. Harris," he commanded.

So he wasn't going to let her be?

"I barely know him," she replied quietly.

He chuckled, the sound utterly humorless. Was he ever happy when he was with her? Had he ever truly laughed about anything with her?

"And you know me?" he asked.

His question caught her off guard. She found herself thinking deeply as she stared ahead at the busy streets. Did she know him? She'd like to think she only knew his character, habits he portrayed on a daily basis. But aside from that, she knew nothing about him, his family, his past, nothing at all.

She let out yet another shuddering breath before replying, "I know you more than I know him."

"Then you know better than to play with me, Yalda," he said.

She began shaking her head at once. "I wasn't trying to play around. I just wanted to unwind," she told him. "Then he came along; I didn't think some random guy in a nightclub would be your friend from college."

Her heart had resumed its heavy pounding and her body its trembling for several reasons. Watching him make out with the redhead had infuriated her to the point that she couldn't keep her body still. At the same time, it had aroused her to the point that her panties had a wet blotch in the middle.

"You wanted to unwind?" he asked her. "What's got you worked up?"

She lowered her gaze to her fingers, which were uneasily fiddling with themselves. She wanted to tell him that he was the reason she was so worked up, but how could she possibly say it?

"I... I don't want to talk about it," she replied.

He scoffed. "You've been rather petulant lately," he pointed out.

Her breath faltered, but she spoke still. "That's why you like my spirits," she told him.

He smiled sinisterly, and the darkness in his eyes almost scared her. Whatever it was that she had with him was the definition of toxic; it was poison, and it was killing her slowly.

"You know what else I like?" he asked her.

She didn't reply; she was too uneasy to even think of a reasonable response.

The car jerked to an abrupt stop as he stepped on the brakes, and it was only then she realized they had gotten to her apartment.

"I like putting you in your place," he said as he turned off the ignition and opened the door.

Her heartbeat picked up its pace as he made his way around the car and pried the door open for her. He helped her out as always and closed the door behind her. Her heart hammered against her chest as he took her hand and began leading her inside.

She unlocked the door with a trembling thumb against the print sensor, and he wasted no time in pushing the door open and guiding her into her comforting space. The door had barely clicked shut when he tossed his keys aside and backed her against a wall.

"I'd stop you from wearing dresses like this if I could," he said as his strong hands snaked around her waist.

A shuddering breath left her as his hand slid lower to grope her ass. She found herself arching against him wantonly as he squeezed and fondled her just the way she liked.

"I own you, Yalda. I'm the only man allowed to touch you like this, to do with you as I please," he told her. "Do you understand?"

She nodded.

He shook his head. "You don't," he said as he abruptly spun her around so her front was pressed against the wall uncomfortably. It was uncomfortable, yet she moaned quietly.

"I do," she replied quickly.

"No. If you did, you wouldn't let other men put their hands on you," he said as he bunched her dress up to her waist. She jerked and gasped, feeling his palm make contact with her bare cheek in a harsh spank.

Had someone seen him with the redhead, they would have sworn he was incapable of handling a woman the way he was doing at the moment. She yelped when he spanked her again, and again.

She was completely drenched now, and he only had to slide her panties aside and slide his fingers into her slit to confirm how wet she was. Her body rang with pleasure as he pumped his fingers into her a couple of times.

"I'd like to hear you scream so badly right now, Yalda. I want the bloody neighborhood to hear you," he said as he pushed her further against the wall until it became very uncomfortable. "But you don't deserve it."

Her eyes widened in horror as he withdrew his fingers from her depth. Did he intend to stop? She gasped when he spanked her cheek again.

"Turn around, on your knees," he ordered as he released her. "Hands behind your back."

She wasted no time in turning around and lowering herself to her knees as he began undoing his belt. She was so very stimulated at the moment, and her body screamed for his hands, for his touch.

He wasted no time in freeing himself and plunging into her mouth mercilessly. The next ten minutes passed with him using her mouth as he pleased, and she had never ached for him more than she did at that moment. He released her hair when he came undone, and she leaned back against the wall to balance herself while he fixed himself and smoothed out the nonexistent creases on his clothes. He waited until his heavy breaths stabilized before he spoke.

"Now Yalda, feel free to fuck yourself however you please," he said, knowing her hands could never come close to comparing with his.

She began shaking her head as a sob choked her. "No," she said. "Don't leave, please."

She blinked, and the first streams of real tears streaked down her cheeks.

He crouched down so he was hunched over her petite form, and his finger wiped away her tears with a mocking tenderness that ached her soul. He reached into his pocket and brought forth a gallant handkerchief with which he wiped away the smeared eyeliner streaking down her cheeks with the tears. She stared into the dark pits which were his eyes while desperately begging him with hers.

"You want me to stay?" He asked her.

She nodded immedaitely.

"Oh, but how can I?" He asked her as he leaned in and claimed her lips in a slow and soft kiss; a sharp contrast to how rough and thorough he had been a moment ago. "I dont want to leave just yet but a lesson must be learnt today."

She shook her head whike her eyes continued to beg him, it was all she could do.

"So beautiful," he said as he brushed her hair from her face with the same mocking tenderness. "Have a good night, Ms. Harris."

"No, no please don't leave." She found her voice at last. "Please, i'll lose my bloody mind if you do."

She grasped his hand and held onto it tightly to stop him from leaving, as though her weak hold on him could actually stop him from leaving.

"Why should I stay, Yalda?" He asked her.

Her body was literally trembling like she was having a fever, how else could she convince him that she needed him? That she would die if he didn't finish this?

"I'm sorry." She replied, she was crying now. "I'm so sorry. Please stay, I'm begging you."

His cold gaze raked over her form demeaningly before he nodded consideringly.

"On a second thought; I could still teach you a thing or two." He said as he shrugged her hand off him and grabbed her arm instead. He dragged her up to her feet before pushing her against the wall once more. Her legs wobbled but she kept herself upright, she needed this, she needed to feel him everywhere.

"I swear the next time you let another man put his hand on you, i'll make you everyting excruciatinly painful for you." He said as he looped his fingers into the band of her thin underwear, he rolled it down her legs and she stepped out of it as carefully as she could. "Do you understand me?"

She nodded quickly.

"I do." She replied.

Her body continued to tremble as he undid his fly to free himself once more.

"I can hardly control my legs..." She told him.

"I dont care, Yalda. I dont care if your legs give out, I dont care at all." He said right before he spread her thighs abruptly. Her head fell back in pleasure and was painfully met with the hard wall behind her as he rammed into her with no warrning. She screamed and grasped his arm tightly to steady herself. "Don't scream like that's not what you wanted."

She bit her lips as he began pounding into her hardly, again and again. Every stroke was punishing and almost painful, they had her body trembling even more and her legs weakening. She moaned and screamed as he continued to work her angrily, and when her body could take no more of the pressure, it gave out. Her knees gave out and her almost crumbled but he grabbed her and hauled her up so her legs stradled his waist, making his penetration deeper.


She wrapped her arms around his neck while moaning loudly as he continued his brutal onslaughts, and just like that, he gave her the release her body had been begging for. Her body jerked and trembled even more as wave and wave of pleasure washed over her again and again, and she screamed breathlessly as he picked up his pace, chasing after his own pleasure.

"Oh my God!" She almost cried.

It felt like the whole world was rocking violently, it felt like an earthquake, and then it all stopped as he stilled and filled her up. They stayed that way fora moment while catching their breaths, it was calming just being there in his arms like that, and her eyes closed all on their own as her erratic breaths slowed gradually. But then, he spoke;

"Legs down." He ordered.

She wanted to hold onto him forever but she knew better than to be stubborn now. She unlatched her legs and he wasted no time in withdrawing himself from her depth and setting her down on her feet, and just like that she crumlbled to the floor exhuastedly.

He situated himself before lowering himself so he could claim her lips in a short but fervent kiss which left her breathless.

"Dont ever forget who owns you." He said before he straightened up, grabbed his stuff and left.