We had what I would call one of the most amazing sex of my life.
He smirked at me as he adjusted himself on top of me kissing every inch of my body as I moaned softly.
The smirk that played on his lips, a cruel, knowing curve sent a shiver down my spine. He moved slowly into me, deliberately kissing a path from my collarbone to the sensitive skin of my neck, each touch a brand, a searing reminder of my precarious position.
"You're exquisite, Olivia," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against my skin. "Absolutely exquisite."
His words, laced with a honeyed sweetness that felt both terrifying and intoxicating, were a weapon as sharp as any blade.
He shifted, his weight settling fully upon me. His breath hitched in his throat. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now dark and intense, pools of molten gold reflecting the flickering candlelight.
"Your body… it's breathtaking," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "Every curve, every line… perfection."
The compliment was a calculated move, a carefully placed piece in his game, but the effect was undeniable. I wanted to tell him to stop saying all those really good things to me, but the words were unable to leave my mouth. All I could do was moan as he went on. A wave of heat washed over me, a stark contrast to the icy fear that clung to my heart.
He kissed me then, a deep, demanding kiss that stole my breath. His tongue explored the landscape of my mouth, a relentless invasion that was both thrilling and terrifying. I responded, my own kisses mirroring his intensity, a desperate attempt to maintain control, to remind myself this was all an illusion, and I had to stay in reality.
"Alexander," I gasped, my voice barely a whisper between kisses, "please… don't stop."
The words were a betrayal, a crack in my carefully constructed facade, but the desperation in my voice was genuine.
His hands moved lower, his touch sending waves of heat through me. I arched my back, the movement involuntary.
"You feel so good. " he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So incredibly good. I want to be doing this everyday. I want you to moan my name everyday. I want you to crave me every single day."
His words were a drug, fueling my desperate need to continue this dangerous dance, this charade that was slowly consuming me.
Later, as the night wore on and the passion intensified, I found myself begging him, the words tumbling out in a desperate plea.
"Alexander," I moaned out loudly, my voice trembling, "please… keep doing this. Please… don't stop."
The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but the truth was, I was lost in the intoxicating whirlpool of his touch, my carefully constructed defenses crumbling around me. The fear was still there, a cold knot in my stomach, but it was overshadowed by a desperate, overwhelming need for him, a need that terrified and exhilarated me in equal measure. I was playing a dangerous game, and I was rapidly losing control.
When we finished with our steamy and hot passionate sex, I ran to the bathroom to get my head cleared up, making sure that I avoided Alexander's eyes.
I didn't ever twenty minutes in the bathroom blaming my parents that this was all their fault. If they had not married me off to this narcissist, I would not have to sleep with him just to strike a deal. I could imagine my mum's smirk if she found out what had happened because she believed that I and Alexander had chemistry.
But no matter how I blamed my parents for the situation that I had found myself in, I had chosen to strike a deal with Alexander even though I knew the risk. I wanted to strike a deal with him knowing fully well that my ulterior motive was to see how good it was, to live in my fantasy. From the day that I went to his house and he pressed his manhood against me, I had been having thoughts that I should not have.
I knew that the both of us were sexually attracted to each other yet I took the risk. I knew deep down that no matter how I said that I was asking this for the better, I had cheated on Ryan, and that made me feel miserable. But I could not make Alexander know that I felt miserable unless he would actually have the satisfaction of controlling me like he wants. Also, I was not planning on telling Ryan until I was totally out of the arranged marriage, then I would find a subtle way of telling Ryan. He would be very pissed, but I was going to tell him one day. Not anytime soon. I had hoped.
I stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed because I had picked up my clothes on the way to the bathroom. Alexander was fully dressed too, sitting at the edge of the bed using his phone, but when he saw me, he put it back in his pocket.
"We had a deal Alexander", I said.
"Yes we did", Alexander said, getting up and walking towards me.
I wanted to take a step back, but it was as though I had frozen. My panties started to get wet again, and I knew at once that my body was betraying me.
"But", he continued when he had gotten so close to me that our skins nearly touched. "You haven't told me that you want me to leave your life or not. You haven't told me that you don't like me, or my sex. You haven't told me that you want Ryan, and not me."
"You need to tell your dad that you don't want this marriage to take place. You need to rebel against our marriage. I am already in love with Ryan", I said, my voice barely audible, and my body trembling.
"No", he said, his voice low so much that I felt like melting.
"What is the meaning of no? Alexander, I kept my own part of the deal, and now it's your turn", I said.
"I don't play fair Olivia, and deep down you knew that, but you wanted to give yourself a chance to feel me, to see what it's like to be with me. You did now, and you know you want me. Olivia we are both powerful, and the main point is to be sexually attracted to each other. We don't need to love each other as much as you think. Love is a fantasy, and once you think that it's the most important thing for your marriage to be successful it's not. This isn't a fairytale",he said, but I interrupted him rudely.
"Alexander Brewers, I would not have you degrading the things I love. If I love love, you have no right to tell me it's not important. I want to be with someone who loves me for me and doesn't see me as a sex object while trying to rule as a mafia lord. You just want to have sex with me until I break, until I am totally under your control; then you would toss me aside. The only reason you're treating me decently is that I am not totally under your control. I am independent, wealthy, and in love with another man. Your narcissistic nature can't stand that. You want me because, to you, I'm some sort of trophy. You say just the right words to make any woman want to stay with you. You say I'm beautiful only after discovering I enjoy compliments. You suggested you'll only stick to me as a sex partner after all your other wooing tactics failed, when you know you're a man-whore and wouldn't want just one sex partner because, to you, that would mean"—
"Olivia–"
"Oh shut up Alexander. Let me finish talking. I know you can't have just one sex partner because to you having just one sex partner means that you're not fully in control. Alexander, I have done what you want me to do. I know to you this is all a game. I can see through all your games. I am not a perfect person to have agreed to this risky deal. But do a decent thing that a man of his words would do, and rebel against this marriage. You have said you can, so do it", I said, with so much resentment in my voice.
"Olivia, I am sorry. But I can't let you go. I am trying to figure out why, but for now you can just say that it's because I could have more power if our families unite, or you could simply understand that I am sexually attracted to you and can't let you go", he stated flatly.
He did look like he was a bit sad at my lash out, but his voice was calm as though I had not just screamed at him.
"Alexander, you do know that I have leverage on you. I have Maximilian, and he's going to tell me things about you, and be rest assured that I will use it against you", I shot back at him.
Alexander smiled. "Maximilian is a good friend of mine, and everything was an act. Why will you think that I would let you know my worst enemy? And what makes you think that I would ever let you get any leverage on me? You wouldn't get anything out of Maximilian's mouth, you can try if you want."
Tears started to fill my eyes.
"I don't understand. Then what of Jade?", I asked.
"What about her? I killed her", Alexander stated flatly.
"Why did you kill her if she wasn't sent by Maximilian?", I said, my lips quivering.
"She wasn't sent by Maximilian. In Fact, Maximilian has no idea who Jade is, so if he told you he knew Jade, then he lied. He does know a lot, but nothing about the woman that I killed. So basically, he lied to you", Alexander said.
It all started to make sense now. Maximilian had said that he had no idea what I was talking about when he said that he did not know Jade, and I thought he was trying to play me when he actually did not know Jade.
I was played by Alexander and Maximilian. The two Narcissistic Brothers. I was not smart enough to notice the loop holes. I was too ready to get this over with that I did not think that there was something wrong somewhere.
"You bastard", I cried. "Why did you kill Jade? Why are you doing this?"
"What happened to Jade is very tragic. Well not to me, but to you. The reason I killed her cannot be said to you, but to me she deserved it. Maybe when you understand the Mafia world better, I will tell you about it."
"I don't want to know about the Mafia world", I said as tears continued to pour down my face.
"Oh but you will know soon. You and I are getting married. You had better find what to do with your little boy Ryan that you think you have a perfect love life with because when we get married, you're not allowed to have sex with him any longer or he dies. Like you said, I may not be faithful, but you sure will not have a choice because all your sexual partners except me will die. Well, unless I enjoy having sex with you a lot that you're enough to be faithful to. And lest, I forget. I made a recording of our beautiful night together, and if you try anything stupid, I will send it to Ryan. He will hear how much you were begging me to go deeper into you. I'm sure that will be the worst way you can lose the love of your life", he said too calmly.
He went over to one of the room sockets and pulled out the head of a charger that was plugged in there. I had not noticed it when I first came in because it was not significant, and I did not expect that Alexander would hide cameras just so he could blackmail me.
He clicked something on the head of the charger, and I started to hear my pleas and moans. I could hear myself begging, and Alexander grunting. I could hear the sound of him clapping inside of me. This was going to break Ryan. What was I thinking when I accepted this horrible deal?
"You're a monster", I said, burying my head into my hand and crying louder.
"I'm afraid you'll continue to see me that way until I figure out why you make me like this", he said.
I did not understand the statement at the time. But with time, I was going to understand it.