Emily’s POV:

After those chilling words, Alexander disappeared into his office, leaving me frozen.

What does this man even want from me? He has everything—power, money, an army of men willing to kill for him. Women would throw themselves at his feet, desperate to be his. So why me?

I’m not special. I’m not rich. I’m just… me.

My life has already been a wreck, and now I’m trapped in the world of a man who owns people like possessions—a man who claims I belong to him. But I’m not a fool. If life has taught me anything, it’s that trust is a weakness. And men like Alexander? They use, take, and discard without a second thought.

I won’t be anyone’s trash.

How many girls has he brought here? Am I just one of many? I bet he has a harem of obedient playthings, each one eager to please him. Is that what he expects me to be?

I shake off the thought and look down at Storm, who’s staring up at me with those big blue eyes.

“You must be hungry, huh?” I whisper, forcing myself to focus on something—anything—other than the storm raging in my mind.

I walk to the kitchen, my stomach twisting in knots. I haven’t eaten since dinner, and it’s late. The house is eerily silent, shadows stretching long across the marble floors. My skin prickles. This place is too big, too empty.

I grab some ham for Storm, then reheat leftover lasagna for myself. As I sit at the counter, fork in hand, a cold sensation crawls down my spine.

I’m being watched.

The hairs on my neck stand up. Before I can turn, a shadow moves behind me. Then—caged.

A wall of heat presses against my back. A large hand grips the edge of the counter beside me. Trapped.

Panic grips my throat—until I inhale his scent.

Alexander.

The scent of leather, spice, and something darker surrounds me, making my head spin. He slowly rotates my chair until I’m facing him.

His predatory gaze locks onto mine.

“D-Do you need something?” My voice barely rises above a whisper.

A smirk tugs at his lips. “Yeah.”

I swallow hard. “A-Are you hungry? There’s pasta left. I can heat it for you.”

The smirk widens. “No need, koetonek.” He leans in, his voice a dark promise against my ear.

“I’m hungry for you.”

Heat floods my cheeks. My fingers grip the counter.

Then—warmth.

He licks the corner of my lips, slow and deliberate. A deep, satisfied moan rumbles from his chest.

“You taste like the finest delicacy,” he murmurs, eyes dark with hunger.

Then his next words steal the air from my lungs.

“But I like your pussy more.”

Shock. Shame. Desire.

My head drops, my face burning. I can’t breathe. Can’t think.

I should push him away. I should fight. But my body—this traitorous body—betrays me.

Why does he make me feel like this?

“Why… why do you want me?” My voice is weak, trembling. “You can have anyone. Why me?”

My throat tightens.

All my life, people have called me nothing. A nobody with no family, no future. Just a freak in a world that doesn’t want me. And yet… he looks at me as if I’m something precious.

His silence stretches. Then, slowly, he leans in, his lips brushing my ear.

“You’re right.” His voice is a low growl. “I can have anyone I want.”

He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his deadly gaze.

“But I want you.”

“You’re mine, koetonek. Only mine.”

His hand grips my waist, pulling me against him. “I don’t share what’s mine.”

He spreads my legs, standing between them. My breath catches as his fingers trace slow patterns along my bare thigh. His lips hover over mine, so close, so damn close.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Say it.”

I shake my head. No. No, I can’t.

His fingers slide higher. I gasp.

“Say it, koetonek.”

My body is on fire. My pulse races. My mind is spinning.

He’s dangerous. He’s toxic. He’s a devil draped in silk and sin.

And yet…

“Yours.”

I barely recognize my own voice.

His lips crash against mine, claiming, devouring. It’s not a kiss—it’s a war, a punishment, a brand. His tongue forces its way inside, tasting, taking. I whimper as his hand slides between my legs, pressing against me.

Sparks shoot through my body. My hips move on their own, desperate for more.

What’s happening to me?

Then—a gunshot.

Loud. Sharp.

I jerk away, my breath ragged.

I turn and freeze.

Nikolai.

He stands in the doorway, a gun at his feet. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are fixed on me.

I don’t think. I hide.

I clutch Alex’s shirt and bury my face in his chest, my body shaking. He tightens his grip around me, his voice cold and sharp.

“Leave. Now.”

Nikolai hesitates. Then, after a long pause—footsteps.

He’s gone.

Alex strokes my back, his touch possessive, reassuring.

Then—a question that makes my blood run cold.

“How many men have touched you before, koetonek?”

I stiffen.

My heart slams against my ribs.

What do I say? The truth?

No. He can’t know.

“…Two,” I lie.

His silence is deafening.

Then—a chuckle. Dark. Amused. Dangerous.

“You’re a terrible liar.” His fingers tilt my chin up. “And by the way you kissed me…” His smirk deepens. “I’d say you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Humiliation burns through me.

He leans in, brushing his lips over my forehead. Then my nose.

Soft. Gentle. Deceptive.

“I like being your first,” he whispers.

Before I can react, he turns away. “Get some sleep,” he orders. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

Then—he’s gone.

I sit there, my mind a mess of emotions.

Does he really want me? Or am I just a game to him?

I shake my head. No. I can’t think like that.

I glance at Storm, who nuzzles against my neck, his little body warm and comforting.

“I love you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his head.

I don’t know what’s coming. But something in my gut tells me…

My life is about to change forever.

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