Chapter 250 Who Do You Think You Are, Alexander?
With a swift motion, Alexander threw Victoria onto the bed. A sharp cry escaped her lips as a wave of pain washed over her, blurring her vision and making her waist feel as if it were on the brink of shattering.
"Are you hurt?" Alexander asked anxiously.
Victoria's response was curt and dismissive. "Go away."
Fear flickered in Alexander's eyes; he had indeed lost control of his strength in the heat of the moment. Victoria, in response, tried to push him away.
However, Alexander was quick to restrain her hands, his voice tinged with confusion. "Why are you angry with me? Can't you see that he loves you?"
Victoria remained quiet for a few seconds, then began to struggle again. "You don't need to remind me. Who do you think you are, Alexander? Let go of me."
"I'm nobody, just your husband. Or has he already confessed to you?" Alexander's mind wandered back to the sight of Adrian helping Victoria with her luggage earlier. It wasn't entirely impossible that the boy had confessed his feelings.
"Our business is none of your concern. Let go of me." Victoria's voice was strained as she struggled against his tight grip, her attempts to free herself proving futile. She felt like a lamb, trapped and helpless.
"I don't care. I want your first night," Alexander suddenly declared, his voice firm.
Victoria froze, unable to comprehend his words. He wanted her first night. He, who had never experienced a first night, dared to demand hers?
"Why?" Victoria's voice was laced with anger, but it lacked the power to intimidate. Her voice was delicate, softening the hearts of those who heard it.
"Because I am your husband," he responded simply.
"Nonsense! You've been with other women for over two years, and now you have the nerve to force this on your wife!" Victoria's words were harsh, intended to humiliate him.
Alexander, however, found her flushed face and fiery words amusing. "You say you don't love me, yet you're so angry?"
"Who loves you? I..." Her words were cut off abruptly as Alexander silenced her with a kiss, releasing her only when she had quieted down.
"You haven't sent me a WhatsApp message in two years, not even dared to call. And now, you have the audacity to complain to me!"
"Who's complaining? I'm just stating the facts," Victoria replied angrily. He always had a way of twisting her words.
"The fact is that you're jealous, Victoria. Is it so hard to admit that you love me?"
"Only ghosts would love you. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?" Victoria retorted.
Her words were met with another kiss, Alexander's lips ruthlessly claiming hers before he finally released her. "Don't you dare shout at me!"
"You..." Her retort was cut short by another kiss.
When he finally pulled away, all her anger had dissipated. She found herself unable to resist him any longer. Victoria bit her lip, the one he had just kissed, stubbornly refusing to give in. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at him, wondering why he was treating her this way.
"Why aren't you speaking?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to her chest.
Tears filled Victoria's eyes, but she didn't dare to say another word. Alexander, however, seemed intent on unbuttoning her clothes.
The moment Victoria felt her chest loosen, she immediately raised her hand in protest. "Alexander, you can't."
"Hmm?"
"I didn't agree." Her voice was shaky, on the verge of breaking, but she held on. She was adamant about not engaging in any sexual relationship with him.
Alexander's heart softened at her resistance. He couldn't help but smile and whisper in her ear, "I allow it."
Victoria froze. That wasn't what she meant. She didn't give Alexander permission to sleep with her. She clung to his strong arm, but to her surprise, he reached behind her. The sensation of her buttons being undone sent her into a panic.
"No, Alexander. Please don't," she begged.
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