If the Stars Would Meet for Us

Chapter Two

Alina's POV

Her breathing slowed, sleep calling to her. The last thing she saw was Nikolia grab Zoya and lung for her. And then she was gone.

She knew where she woke. She had been there a thousand times. She was back in the little palace, in Alexanders room. In his bed. 

She tried to stand, but her feet had been bound to the bed. When? Oh yes, he had drugged her with his shadows. Scowling at them she sat up, reaching for the end of the bed. Right as her hands were about to meet the cool metal of the chains she felt a warm hand wrap around her wrist, she followed the arm up until she was meet with his face.

Alexanders face, his stupid,despicable, terrible, beautiful, perfect face. His hair was slightly messed up, unkempt from the evident lack of sleep. He made a tsk-ing noise, slightly shaking his head at her. 

She saw the mask he had over his face of cool composure. Behind the burned a deadly flame. He was mad, he hated her. She knew it, he had to. She had killed him, run his heart through with a blade. She had chosen Mal over him, she had chosen Ravaka over him. And now she would deal with the consequences. 

He yanked her arm towards him, in a deep morning ridden voice he spoke, "What do you think your doing?" a shiver ran down her spine, his voice as rough as the hand gripping her wrist. 

She should beg him to be kind to her, beg him to not kill her, instead she said" What do you think Im doing? Trying to get out of these. " she tilted her head towards the chains, ripping her arm away. She reached for the chains and in the flick of his wrist they were gone. 

He said in a painfully slow and brutally hot whisper " Ask and ye shall receive" his breath warmed her ear, his lips briskly touching the curve of her ear, his hand had wandered into her hair. Giving it a gentle tug, pulling her neck back she suddenly felt something wrap around her throat. His hand, it was his hand. 

"Lets go over the rules shall we?" he said sweetly, as if his hands weren't roaming her hair and applying a delicate force to her throat. "1. You will not be leaving this room. Every, unless I say otherwise. 2. You will wear, do, and say what I want you to. Questioning me or ... inability to follow through will result in un-pleasantries. But not to you, never to you. It will directly effect your friends and our country though," no, not again. Why? Why was it only every her friends paying for her actions? " and 3. the last and most important rule to me," his hand slowly traveled from her throat, tracing a path through her breasts and down her stomach resting in between her thighs, were a heat had began to form.

"Never, under any circumstances. Ask about Oretsev, never ask to see him, or where he is, or how he is. He doesn't exist to you anymore. Understand?" I swallowed hard, my breathing becoming ragged, "May, I make, um , a singular request?" I slipped and stuttered over my words. 

He nodded, his lips resting near my neck his hand that had been previously traces circle over the soft of my stomach. 

"Get your hand the fuck out of my thighs, and never, every touch me without my consent again." I commanded, forcing my body to shoot out of bed, he sat there for a moment, he remained in place. Before his eyes slowly traveled up to me, that same icy fire that had burned for Mal was now burning for me. Then a smug smirk, he stood. I had to dig my thumb into my hand to keep from shaking violently. 

"Alright. Let's see how long you last Alina," he sated simple, his long legs making strides over to him. His tall frame towering over me, before he leaned into me, in a sinful whisper he said" before you beg for my hands to touch you in ways Oretsev never can or could." Then he was gone.