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ALEXANDER

Interrogation has always been my favourite pastime. I thrive in control, always have. Everything in my world operates on precision, from the way I breathe to the way I end lives. But when I’m locked in a room with someone and I need answers, they bleed, and I breathe. There’s no filter or rules. Just the primal side of me unleashed.

So why the fuck did I bring Alina into that room?

I could pretend I don’t know. But deep down, I do. I wanted her to see me, to truly see me. Not the version I clean up for her. Not the man with a tight grip on his temper and a tailored suit. I wanted her to see the monster that lies underneath. The thing I keep caged because her presence makes me pretend I still have a soul.

She watches me like I’m still worth something. Like there’s something inside me that deserves her trust.

That needs to stop.

She needed to see who I am when there’s no mask. And she did. Her face had gone ghost pale by the time we finished. She looked like she might throw up. I’d gotten bored, otherwise I’d have gone even further. But I was done. I held out my blood soaked hand to her. An offering, or maybe a warning. After a long second, she took it.

She flinched the moment our skin met, jerking at the electric snap that always seems to pass between us. I saw the jolt run through her spine. I should’ve cared. Should’ve questioned what it meant. But the truth? It felt too damn good for me to care.

We walked back to my room in silence. She looked dazed. Blood dried on her fingers like bruised rose petals. I left her standing there while I stripped and walked into the shower.

The second the water hit me, I knew I was screwed.

My cock was already achingly hard and pulsing. The tension that coiled in my gut wasn’t from what I’d done to the Jane, or whatver the fuck her name was, back there.

It was Alina's presence. I closed my eyes and let the steam rise, let my hand drift down, and gripped myself tight.

Images of her filled my mind. Her lips parted in shock. Her eyes, wide with horror. Blood on her hands. A witness to my chaos and she still hadn’t run even if she looked like there was nothing she wanted to do more than that. She still stayed.

God, I was wrecked.

I should’ve thought of someone else. Tried to purge her from my head. But no matter what I did, no other image got me off but hers. Knowing she was in the next room, and I could fuck her so easily. But she looked lost in her head and I knew I wouldn't be gnetle. and I didn't want to hurt her. She can't handle me when I'm like this.

I closed my eyes and painted a diferent image in my head. Her on her knees, blood on her face, eyes locked to mine as she reached for my pants. Her touch soft but confident. Delicate fingers closing around my length. Too small to hold me properly, but determined anyway. She teased me, dragging a nail down the underside of my cock with just enough pressure to make me groan.

“Fuck,” I muttered, head thrown back, hand gripping the wall for balance.

Her tongue flicked against my tip, tasting the precum, and my knees damn near gave out.

In the vision, she was touching herself too. Two fingers shoved between her thighs as she rubbed her clit, her own moans echoing mine. That did it. I came hard, groaning loudly as I spilled against the bathroom tiles. My whole body trembled, and for a moment, I could barely breathe.

It took a full minute for me to recover. Still panting, I rinsed off, washed away the mess, and stepped out.

Alina hadn’t moved from where I left her. She was on the bench by the window, staring through it like she couldn’t see anything. Her hands rested in her lap, palms up, as if she didn’t want to touch anything. As if her fingers still remembered what they had done.

Something twisted in me.

I walked closer, but she didn’t blink. I doubted she even heard me move.

“Alina,” I said softly.

Nothing.

“Alina.” I touched her shoulder.

She jumped like she’d been electrocuted, her eyes snapping to mine. They widened with recognition, then dimmed with confusion and something else. Fear? Panic? And maybe… shame?

“Go take a shower,” I told her.

She nodded and slolwy rose to her feet like she was being pulled by invisible strings.

I should’ve let her go. Should’ve stayed out.

But I followed her.

She stepped into the shower fully clothed.

I watched for a moment and let the water soak through her blouse, clinging to her like a second skin. Then I dropped the towel around my waist and joined her. Trying to will my fast hardening dick to settle the fuck down.

But she didn’t say a word. Not when I started unbuttoning her shirt. Not when I peeled her clothes off, one layer at a time. She just stood there trembling slightly with her eyes unfocused.

I washed her hair first. Then her shoulders. Her back. Her breasts.

She gasped when my fingers passed over her nipples, and again when I ran them down between her thighs, but she didn’t protest or attempt to push me away.

She was still in shock.

I rinsed us both, shut off the water, and wrapped a towel around her gently, like she might shatter if I moved too fast.

I dried her off, handed her my shirt and a pair of shorts. She dressed without a word.

“Go to bed,” I said.

She obeyed, curling onto her side like a puppet with cut strings.

I got dressed in silence, my eyes remained on her. Something about the way she lay there, unmoving looked wrong. Like someone broken.

Fuck.

Did I break her?

I called the doctor and told her to come immediately. I left a note telling her to meet me after. I needed answers.

She’d run all those tests on Alina and never said a word. That wasn’t like her. And if there’s one thing I don’t tolerate, it’s being kept in the dark.

Claude had already arranged something for the night, and Killian was still hanging around. I wouldn’t have time to stay with her. But I made sure the maid came. Put extra guards on her door. Made sure they were the ones who wouldn’t let her so much as breathe the wrong way without letting me know.

I wasn’t going to risk her disappearing again.

If she did… I’d burn this entire fucking city to the ground.