Chapter Eleven

Alexander’s POV

As I stalked away from Maya, I went outside to catch a breath. The cool night air greeted me, offering a brief break from the turmoil swirling inside my mind. I leaned against the wall, trying to make sense of the conflicting feelings emotions that Maya seemed to evoke within me.

I couldn’t understand why I felt this way whenever Maya was involved. After all, I was Alexander, the cruel figure who has everyone at his mercy and ruled this city, the one who prided himself on emotional detachment and lack of concern for anyone. Yet, whenever anything relating to Maya arose, I found myself on the edge, my senses heightened and my focus solely on her.

It was confusing, why was I drawn to her of all people? I had women fall at my feet begging me to use them as I like but none has affected me or drawn me quite like Maya. She’s a smart mouth who doesn’t even do as I say.

I shook my head in frustration, unable to find a satisfactory answer to my own questions. Maybe it was her defiance, her refusal to bend to my will like others. Or the fact that she’s trying her best to impress me, forcing me to confront emotions that I had long buried.

Whatever the reason, one thing was clear- Maya had managed to unravel my emotions and keep me on edge or was it sexual attraction? I nodded my head, yes it has to be sexual attraction. I just wanted to fuck her into oblivion.

My mind drifted back to the moment I first saw her. It was a moment etched into my memory with startling clarity.

I remembered the tension in the air as I stood in their living room, my only thought in mind was to punish her father for delaying the payment of the money he was owing me. My authority as the mafia boss was unquestioned, and my decision final, her father had accepted his fate and I was about to chop off his arm when she had barged. I had paused to deal with whom would dare barge in on me but as I looked up, I was met with her presence.

Her beauty was captivating, her presence like a breath of fresh air. The way her hair framed her face, the figure and vulnerability in her eyes as she pleaded on behalf of her father- it was a sight that I found impossible to ignore. And as she stood before me, her voice trembling with emotion and her giving me option of how she could pay back her father’s debt, I couldn’t help but feel a stirring of something unfamiliar within me, lust maybe? 

In that moment, I had been confronted with a choice- to adhere to my cold ruthless persona and deal with him for breaching our agreement, or heed to the plea of his daughter, the courageous woman standing before me. And though I had tried to bury it beneath layers of indifference and act like her plea fell on deaf ears. And when I had brought the option of her marrying me to pay off her father’s debt, how she had agreed to it even when there was dread and hesitation written all over her face and knowing the dangers that awaited her as the wife of a mafia boss. I was surprised to see hesitation written on her face because if it was any other woman, they’d have jumped at the opportunity to be with me, be known as my wife. Her father was one lucky man because if she had arrived a minute later, he’d have been dead.

Today weighed heavily on my mind as well, the memory of what Sarah had said and done towards Maya stirring a rage within me I struggled to control, Maya had tried telling me about what Sarah was doing but I brushed it off because I thought Sarah wouldn’t dare try that under my roof. 

Yes, I was sleeping with her to relieve any sexual tension. She was the type of woman I liked, desperate and willing to do anything I wanted without thinking twice but I didn’t think it’d get in her head and she’d start acting out of line. In that moment of anger, I had longed to punish Sarah for daring to trouble Maya and cause her discomfort, a reminder of the power Maya held over me without even trying. She didn’t even know she had control over me and I’d do anything to please her.

And this evening, I saw how everyone was looking at her, assessing her, lust evident in their eyes, I was feral but I had to keep myself under control. 

Why did she have to look so good? Ugh that gown she had on did wonders accentuating her curves, I had to keep myself from kissing her earlier. The makeup she wore only accentuated her beauty and those brown eyes I’d love to see roll back while I drill into her, rearranging her inside. I want to tie her up, choke her, fuck her so hard that she would struggle to walk after, I want her to moan- no scream my name as I thrust into her as she begged me not to stop and go harder. 

I sighed snapping out of it, she should not be in my head, hell, I shouldn’t even be craving her, she was too fragile, too delicate to be handled by me. I hated how she made me feel, I hated all of this. I needed to stay away from her, it can’t be that hard to do.

I let out a shout snapping out of my thoughts, I reached for my phone and dialed one of my trusted subordinates’ number. 

Urgency in my voice as I issued instructions. “Keep an eye on Adrian,” I commanded, my tone cold as always. “Monitor his movements closely, and if you notice anything suspicious or involving Maya, report directly to me. Understood?”

The response came in form of a crisp “yes, sir,” and I couldn’t help but feel satisfied knowing my orders would be carried out without question. 

Adrian’s sudden appearance had set off alarm bells in my mind, and I knew I couldn’t afford to overlook and potential threats now that he had his eyes on Maya.

I ended the call and pocketed my phone. As I reentered the party, my eyes immediately sought out Maya, who was engaged in a conversation with my mother. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I took in the sight of her. A surge of arousal coursed through me, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside, reminding myself of the need to maintain focus.

Stepping closer to them, I interrupted gently, “excuse me, Mother,” I said, addressing my mother first. “I’m afraid I need to borrow Maya for a moment.”

My mother’s eyes sparkled with warmth as she looked at Maya. “Of course, dear,” she replied with a gentle smile. “Maya, once again it was lovely meeting you. I can’t wait to see you again.”

Maya returned her smile. “Thank you, Mrs. Williams,” she said politely. “I had a wonderful time tonight. Thank you for having us.” I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the closeness between them and how Maya genuinely smiled at my mom. Suppressing the unwelcome emotion, I led Maya outside and into the car.

As we made our way to the mansion, tension hung in the air between us, and Maya was uncharacteristically quiet, she didn’t try to make small talks with me and I couldn’t help but feel disappointed. 

When we got to the mansion, she quickly got out of the car and went inside, I followed after her and cleared my throat attempting to break the silence and spoke softly. “Did you enjoy the party, Maya?” I asked, my words hung in the air but she only offered a brief nod in response before going to her room. Left alone in the hallway, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that settled over but I was happy, I wanted to ignore her and this would only make it easier.

I headed for the basement; the dimly lit room held a certain appeal and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger as I approached where Sarah was bound to a chair guarded by two of my men. 

As I approached, Sarah’s eyes widened in fear, and she instinctively tried to wriggle away from me.

A sinister smile played on my lips as I moved closer to her, thinking of the best way to punish her.