Chapter 4

His hand stroked my hair and he distracted me with his dazzling smile before he unexpectedly shoved his huge erection down my throat.

I gagged on it. Hot tears spilling from my eyes.

I shut them instantly.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” Alex growled low, then he pulled out of my mouth when I hesitated.

I opened my eyes slowly. Tears gathered in them but they didn't seem to affect him.

“Let’s try that again, but this time you do it with both of your hands too.”

His gravelly voice hinted at the consequences of not doing what he ordered.

I knew I had no choice but to abide by his rules.

Gradually, my hands put forward to touch his throbbing cock. He didn't flinch or look away.

I summoned the little courage left in me and spat on it.

Holding his intense gaze, I took him into my mouth again and wrapped my hands around his thick length.

That was when he let out a harsh groan.

“Nadia... Your hands. Your mouth. Fuck.” Alex grunted, breathing heavily. His legs wobbled and he had to clasp the table for support.

I let him out of my mouth and my eyes lingered. It was hard to tear my gaze away. Because somehow, he had gotten bigger. Harder.

“You don't get to just stare.” He rasped, and before I knew it, his hand grabbed the back of my head and he pushed his cock inside my mouth.

I clenched my thighs together, fighting the rush as he thrust into my mouth. His strokes were heavy with heated rage.

I became very aware of the fact that he was assaulting me and I struggled to detangle myself, but I was on my knees and his hand was firmly holding me in place.

Alex chased his pleasure. He didn't stop fucking my mouth until his cum spurted down my throat.

I attempted to spit it out but his hand moved to cover my mouth.

“Swallow.” The command came out harsh and cold

He didn’t release me until I did, his eyes staying locked on mine. He seemed satisfied, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

“There,” he said quietly. “Was that so difficult?”

His voice carried a sharp edge, but beneath the anger was something else—remorse, maybe.

I forced myself to steady my breathing and meet his eyes.

“Will you let me go as you said?”

A brief silence settled between us before his hand slammed against the table beside me.

The sound cut through the room.

My entire body shook from fear and deep longing I thought I had let go of.

His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened with anger.

“Let you go?” he said, his voice low and sharp.

Unfortunately, my eyes strayed to his erection again. I dragged my eyes away, but I wasn't able to say a word or do anything even though instinct screamed at me to step back.

“You think you get to walk in here, do what I want, and walk out whenever you decide?” Alex's voice dropped further, rough with anger held back by force.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Say you think I will let you leave.”

My face turned pale as I stared at him in disbelief.

I couldn't believe I had trusted his word, but he was already changing the terms.

“You are unbelievable,” I lashed out in frustration and I stood up. My legs were still unsteady, but my stubbornness was stronger than my fear.

I looked away, forcing distance between us.

To deal with Alex, I needed a clear head.

“Six years taught me how to live without you,” I whispered, my voice barely steady as I forced myself to hold his gaze.

“Live without me?” he chuckled darkly.

My fingers curled tighter at my sides, because I knew that tone.

Alex stayed silent as he got dressed calmly.

“You don’t get to say that,” he started again, his finger brushing a strand of my hair out of my face. “Not after everything. Not after you ran, disappeared, and made me live with a version of the world where you were gone.”

My breath caught, not from fear alone, but from the weight of how intensely he looked at me.

“I built a life,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Without you in it.”

His eyes turned colder, a silent emotion flickering behind them.

“I can see that,” Alex paused. His breath was heavy and restrained. He looked at me like he wanted to say more, but chose not to.

My chest tightened with bitterness and despair.

“I’m not your woman anymore,” I said, though deep down, I wished we were still together, raising our child with love and living a blessed life.

However, that could never happen, no matter how much I wished for it.

“You left,” he said quietly. “But you never left me.”

I stepped forward and tried to pull his coat away, wanting to prove I was no longer the same woman who once obeyed him, but he caught my hands before I could.

His darkened eyes locked onto mine.

“How do you think your family will feel when they find out you faked your own death?”

The color drained from my face.

“You will tell them?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my attempt to stay composed.

“I will tell the whole world if I have to.”

My heart sank.

I hated that he still had power over me. I hated that after six years, he could still find a way to corner me.

I was once the daughter of a prestigious family, someone who had everything, but I gave it all up.

I faked my death and disappeared because I had to leave a life away from him, just as his father wanted.

I had never wanted to hurt anyone. I only wanted freedom.

“Follow me quietly and no one will find out about your little secret,” Alexander said, his eyes roaming my body once again.

“You want to imprison me and keep me for pleasure?”

“You will thank me later for this,” Alex said at last.

I opened my mouth to say “I would only thank you if he let me go,” but instead, I forced myself to remain calm and said, “I can go with you but I have to leave before evening. Someone is waiting for me, and they depend on me.”

The moment he heard my words, his features hardened. I glimpsed the brief flash of jealousy in his eyes before it disappeared beneath the cold control he now wore so well.

His hand moved to grasp my chin before I could take the next breath. He held me firmly, his gaze searching my face.

“Are you speaking of the one you replaced me with six years ago?”

A sudden tension gripped my limbs.

I knew that lie would catch up with me one day.

I recoiled from his touch before whispering, “No,”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Then who is waiting for you?”

The answer caught in my throat.

I had protected this secret for years.