"RUINED WITH ME!" - Alexander Laurent
Alexander Laurent is a great businessman in whole Spain. He becomes cruel when nature takes away his precious thing from him. Now, he has his eyes on Nova. He wants to destroy her with himself.
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"I DON'T...
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"Let's go, baby." I whispered, my voice barely audible as I stood up with the infant cradled in my arms. The exhaustion from sleepless nights and endless worries was overwhelming. I began to walk, but my steps faltered when I saw Andre standing in the hallway.
A chill ran down my spine, freezing me in place. Confronting anyone, especially Andre, was beyond my capacity at the moment. My strength was sapped, leaving me utterly drained. Mustering what little resolve I had left, I chose to ignore him and moved toward the house.
Upon entering, I handed the baby to Sofy. Her understanding eyes met mine, and without a word, she took the infant from my arms. I turned away, my mind already racing with anxiety about Alexander. The thought of him waking up and not finding me there filled me with dread.
Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and quietly opened the bedroom door. Despite my efforts to remain silent, the creak of the door betrayed me.
There he was, wide awake, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. Gathering every ounce of courage, I took a tentative step forward. But his next words stopped me cold.
"Trying to escape, my stella?" He mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. He stood up from the bed, moving with a predatory grace, and positioned himself directly in front of me.
"Where did you go?" He inquired, his tone deceptively gentle as he caressed my hair. Instinctively, I jerked away from his touch, a move I instantly regretted.
In an instant, he had me pinned against the nearest wall, his hands wrapped tightly around my waist. His face nuzzled into my neck, and I exhaled in relief when he refrained from doing anything more. His presence was suffocating, and I felt a surge of panic.
"I asked you a question, my kitten." He said, his voice a low growl as he inhaled my scent.
Kitten?
Hearing him calling me kitten don't make me feel good. His grip tightened when I didn't respond immediately, and with no means of escape, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I was hungry, so I went to the kitchen." Okay, I lied, my voice shaky and uncertain. His reaction was swift and terrifying. His eyes darkened with fury, and his glare turned deadly.
Without warning, he threw me onto the bed, my body landing hard on the mattress. I gasped as he lifted my shirt, exposing my skin. Thankfully, my panties remained in place.
"Alexander, what-Ahhh!" I screamed as a sharp, searing pain radiated through me. He had slapped my ass with a force that took my breath away.
*Spank*
"Ahh" I cried out again, the pain intensifying with each blow.
"Start counting." He roared, delivering another stinging slap to my other cheek.
"Alexander... please-Ahhhhh!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. My pleas fell on deaf ears.
