The Devil Alpha Among Twins

Chapter 5-Humiliation

Alexander's POV:

I watched her stand frozen under the blazing sun, not rushing her, waiting until she turned away with a slow-motion quality, akin to a scene from a movie.

Then, I gestured towards the hotel, indicating silently for her to follow.

I strode purposefully ahead, and she had to jog slightly to keep up with my long strides.

We arrived once again at that nightmarish suite.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice maintaining a calm and soft tone, "Why do you insist on making things difficult for me?"

"Once you've entered this line of work, you should realize that the concept of freedom has slipped away from you. You can only submit, without the privilege of questioning my authority."

Rainie's body quivered with anger, a cold smile playing on her lips, "Even if I mistook you for someone else while I was drunk, once I realized it and tried to explain, your response was nothing short of forceful. I never accepted your check, so why do you feel entitled to humiliate me like this?"

"Humiliation?" I undid a button and turned to cast her a glance, "You ended up on my bed, nearly undressed. And now you accuse me of forcing myself on you?"

Rainie stumbled slightly, her shocked expression gradually transforming into an icy, seething hatred.

She bit her lip with force, her heart pounding as though it might burst out of her chest. I moved slowly towards her, studying her intently.

Unlike the first time I saw her in a red dress with heavy makeup, exuding allure, today she wore a T-shirt and a knee-length skirt. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore no makeup.

Her doe-like eyes stared straight at me, her pink lips pressed into a thin, determined line.

She looked like a wounded yet powerless creature, evoking an unexplainable sense of pity.

Her clear gaze carried an inherent innocence.

I hesitated briefly, but a stronger wave of disgust surged within me. I wished I could tear away her contrived façade right then and there.

I took hold of her chin with two fingers, exerting pressure that could easily crush her delicate bones. She winced, her brows knitting in pain.

My hand slipped beneath the hem of her clothing.

My fingers moved across her smooth skin like venomous serpents.

I leaned in, pinning her against the wall. The faint scent of smoke mingled with men's cologne and my own musk filled the air, almost stalling her breath.

Ultimately unable to bear such degradation any longer, she opened her mouth and sank her teeth into my shoulder.

With all her might, she gnashed her teeth against my skin, as if she aimed to tear the flesh right off my bones.

An intense wave of agony surged over me.

Without a second thought, I seized her lower jaw, compelling her to release her grip.

Simultaneously, my other hand clutched her wrist and flung her to the side.

Rainie momentarily lost her balance before crashing onto the carpeted floor.

As she regained her senses, I had already reached her side, towering over her with a commanding presence. Blood had seeped through my shirt from my shoulder, but I appeared oblivious to it. A faint smile even tugged at the corner of my mouth.

My expression left her utterly shocked.

She scrambled to her feet and began to retreat, step by step, until her back met the chilling surface of the floor-to-ceiling window. There was nowhere else for her to go.

Mustering the last shreds of her courage, she uttered a cold laugh, "Do you not find it disgraceful, Mr. Heffernan, to force yourself upon a woman in this manner?"

I gripped her collar firmly, my tone icy, "Cooperate, or you'll be the one paying the price."

She fought back with all her might, but then suddenly, I released my hold.

She lost her balance and stumbled forward onto the ground. Her knees collided with the icy marble floor, breaking the skin and sending a searing pain through her.

Before she could react, I was already upon her, looming above. I lifted her skirt, removing any obstacles between us, and entered forcefully. She let out a cry of agony, her fingers clenching and then relaxing, tears streaming down her face.

I whispered into her ear, "The pain you're feeling, I'm afraid, doesn't even compare to a tenth of what Dylan went through. The suffering he endured, I'll ensure you experience it ten times over, as the price for toying with my loved ones."

Rainie's pain caused her voice to quiver, "I didn't... I didn't toy with him..."

I remained silent, relishing the satisfaction of exacting revenge upon this tender body.

She was completely immobilized beneath my weight, struggling briefly before biting down on her lip, refusing to give me any more satisfaction through her voice.

The pain was overpowering, obliterating any sense of shame or remorse. Her lips were bloody from being bitten, the metallic taste filling her mouth. She lay against the window, staring blankly at the view outside.

The sky was a brilliant blue, the sunlight warm and gentle.

Yet, she felt as though she were descending endlessly into an abyss of darkness, a bottomless void.

I finally retreated, twisting her face towards me and sneering, "Bleeding again? Patched up? Planning to find another unsuspecting sucker to hawk at a high price?"

She stared at the face that mirrored Dylan's and the burgeoning hatred within her gradually gave way to an unending abyss of desolation.

She didn't shed tears, nor did she put up a fuss. She lay on the floor like a lifeless puppet. I was somewhat taken aback by her lack of reaction.

I raised her chin and peered deeply into her eyes, only to find an abyss of despair staring back at me.

Releasing her, I smoothed out my attire and pointed to the bedside drawer, saying, "Remember to take your pills and then beat it."

It took her quite a while to muster the strength to stand. She stumbled over to retrieve the pill bottle, swallowing two with a bitter grimace.

She staggered towards the door, but I halted her, folding the piece of paper I had in my hand and slipping it into her bra, "No need for theatrics. Isn't that your motive?"

A suppressed anger within me suddenly ignited. She raised her hand and slapped me, tears in her eyes as she coldly laughed, "Hypocrite.There are countless ways to seek justice for Dylan. I'm guessing your actions are just an excuse for your own desires!"

Caught off guard, my gaze turned icy. I watched in silence as she tore up the check before me.

Suddenly, a smile crept onto my face, "Miss Spark is quite generous, allowing me to have a free romp. But... you're right. No need to sully my hands with your filthy flesh to teach you a lesson. Go ahead, get lost."

Rainie POV

As the night gradually descended, I sat in the lounge of the bar, meticulously layering on makeup in front of the mirror.

The puffiness around my eyes was concealed by the dazzling eyeshadow, a hint of rouge arched at the corner of my eye, and my lips were as crimson as rose petals, radiantly striking.

Yet, my gaze lacked any semblance of vibrancy; it held only a deep well of desolation.

I stared at the woman reflected in the mirror, softly murmuring to myself, "Smile, just smile."

There was no time for secret lamentations.

For the sake of my father's medical bills, I had to muster my strength.

Still, I held the microphone alluringly, singing suggestive ballads and downing drink after drink as customers raised toasts.

Another glass of alcohol was placed before me. Without even a glance, I downed it.

But a voice, a quiet voice, spoke, "Rainie."

The intoxication in my mind momentarily cleared.

Here, everyone only knew me as Saliva.

My hazy gaze refocused as I looked at the figure before me, feeling as if I'd plummeted into an icy cavern.

"You certainly do have a certain allure. I can't help but wonder how the boys in school, those who were captivated by the pure and innocent image you projected, would react upon seeing you frequenting a nightclub like this..." The speaker was a fellow female student, leaning closer to me, her words distinct, "I overheard the folks at the adjacent table saying that you left with a wealthy, handsome guy that night."

My complexion turned as pallid as paper in an instant, and no amount of makeup could mask the fatigue etched on my features.

My hand trembled, and the microphone slipped from my grasp, the sound of it hitting the floor resounding through the suddenly hushed bar.

Mocking voices from classmates reverberated in the silence, "At the end of the day, you're merely leveraging your advantages to earn a living. But pretending to be innocent at school and then masquerading as something else entirely while maintaining an illusion of virtue—it's utterly repugnant."

I had no retort, clenching my teeth as I endured the lascivious gazes around me.

The girl was about to splash her drink at me when a firm grip seized her wrist, causing her to let go.

The glass slipped from her hand, shattering as it met the ground.

Ben stood silently beside me, looking at me, "Miss, the gentleman accompanying you is old enough to be your sugerdaddy. I wonder where you find the audacity to insult Blue Barn's singer?"

The girl's face flushed instantly, her words stumbling out, "I just can't stand her fake demeanor..."

He released her wrist, pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his palm, and carelessly discarded it on the floor. He turned around, his voice frosty, "The security is becoming useless around here. They're even letting in prostitutes?"

The girl shivered in fear; she had heard whispers about Ben's influence. Without glancing back, she hurriedly fled the scene.

Ben grinned at the crowd, "Please trust in my principles—there's no place for any illegal activities here. If Saliva dares to break the rules, I won't hesitate to remove her. Alright, everyone, carry on."

He turned towards the band, signaling them to continue. His gaze brushed over my face, his tone composed, "I didn't bring you here to shed tears. Pull yourself together and keep going."

I closed my eyes, tears tracing down my cheeks, reflecting the lights like glistening diamonds.

The slightly hoarse voice that sang through my tears held a poignant quality.

I was acutely aware that this was merely the beginning of the ordeal.

Alexander moved swiftly. I was certain that once I returned to school tomorrow, I would transition from a diligent student to a disgraced woman in the eyes of others. Indeed, to break me, there was no need for him to physically degrade me.

As midnight waned, the bustling energy faded, and I walked off the stage with a numb heart.

In the dressing room, I methodically removed my makeup layer by layer.

My face appeared devoid of any color, exuding youthful appearance yet bearing a weight of exhaustion in my gaze.

The door swung open, and I saw Ben step into the room through the mirror, just as he always did.

He placed a hangover remedy next to me and said, "Take this. You can't keep drinking like this. We'll find a way to stop them from toasting you in the future."

"Thank you for today, Ben," I managed to say, my voice choked with emotion.

I removed the metallic bracelet from my wrist, revealing a faint fingerprint on my pale skin. Ben's expression shifted, a touch of coldness entering his voice, "That guy came back?"

I nodded, my teeth sinking into my lower lip.

"What's his name? I'll give him a warning." He pulled out his phone, waiting patiently for me to speak.

I froze, fear gripping me as I stared at the handsome man before me.

He seemed unassuming, but I knew he was the reigning king of the city's underground world.

I fully grasped the weight of the term "warning."

"Don't worry, I won't take it too far, and it won't involve you. Are you truly willing to endure this humiliation?"

After a prolonged pause, I took a deep breath and reluctantly uttered the name I least wanted to say: "Alexander."

Ben's countenance underwent a swift change.