Chapter 4

“Alex—”

The harsh overhead light exploded to life and blinded me for a split second before a fresh wave of suffocating panic crashed over me.

My mind violently pivoted back to the emergency room where my son lay. He was hooked to sterile monitors, fighting a critical infection while the clock hemorrhaged seconds. I had only gone to that VIP club to be a masked stripper for the cash.

Finding my ex-lover there was a lethal twist of fate.

Now, every ticking second trapped in this bedroom pushed my boy closer to grave danger. The doctors needed my signature and the deposit immediately for the emergency procedure. Time was bleeding away and my son was running out of it.

I turned on my heel to face my captor. My composure shattered completely as desperation overtook my fear.

I needed to get back to my son, no matter the cost.

“Let me go, and I’ll disappear forever. You have your marriage to think about. Do you want to ruin it?”

“Yes. I will ruin everything to be with you.”

I blinked. Shocked for a second.

“It’s time to get over me, Alex. We are done.”

“We are not done.” He reacted, and his dark eyes travelled from my face to the rest of my body.

A faint, dangerous smile hung on his lips.

Without a word, he pulled away and began to remove his belt.

My eyes lowered when his pants and briefs dropped to the ground.

He’s so hard.

I didn't mean to look. I swear.

“What- what are you trying to do?” I stuttered, quickly looking away.

“Suck it.”

“What?” My gaze returned to him.

He flashed a devilish grin. “Go down on your knees and beg with your mouth. If I'm pleased, I’ll let you go.”

His smile captivated me, and before I realized it, he closed the distance and shoved me to my knees.

His eyes narrowed when I looked up at him.

Slowly, I took his dick inside my mouth.

Alex groaned. The sound of pleasure made me jerk away.

His gaze lingered, studying every detail of my reaction. He watched my breathing change and the way I trembled before he moved. His hand stroked my hair and he distracted me with his dazzling smile before he unexpectedly shoved his huge dick down my throat.

I gagged on it, hot tears spilling from my eyes.

I shut them instantly.

“Eyes on me,” Alex snarled.

I opened them slowly, maintaining eye contact.

I cried harder, but my tears 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 rapidly into my mouth. His strokes were intense, and loaded 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 gaze stayed locked on my trembling body. He seemed satisfied, a slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips.

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

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

I forced myself to steady my breathing and spoke softly. “Will you let me go as you said?”

Alex’s eyes darkened immediately after my words.

“Let you go?”

He remained silent as he got dressed casually as if nothing had happened.

“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.”

“I built a life,” I let out. “Without you in it.”

His gaze turned colder.

“I can see that,” he 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.

“You left,” Alex let out, and shook his head right after. “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.

“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 seven years, he could still find a way to corner me.

“Stay here with me quietly and no one will find out about your little secret,” he said as his eyes callously roamed over my body once again.

“You want to cage me and just use me for your own pleasure?” I asked.

“You will end up thanking me for this,” Alex said at last, his tone impossibly smug.

Hot, stinging moisture pooled in my eyes, but I forced the tears back, refusing to let them fall as I begged him one more time.

My voice cracked with pure desperation. “Please let me go. 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 seven 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.

I had changed my entire life to make sure he would never find out, and now one careless moment could destroy everything.

“My son,” I splintered.