Married to the serpent

CHAPTER TWO

I was dragged out of my home with no property except the phone.

Luckily the walk-in closet in my new bedroom had every piece of clothing a woman could need. Things I could never have been able to afford in the past.

A few hours ago I had changed out of my wedding dress into a red silk nightdress I had found in the closet.

It was 2 am, and I still couldn't find sleep as my mind wandered to Elizabeth for the hundredth time that night.

How was she doing?

Was she being treated right?

It had been eight months since I last saw her.

I reached for my phone and went on the Internet to search for the locations of Alexander's clubs.

Alfred hadn't lied.

There were multiple of them scattered across the city, under restaurants, cafes, libraries, etc.

My chest tightened.

“Oh… Elizabeth, where are you?” I muttered as clouds of tears formed in my eyes.

I remember the last time I saw her, we were having lunch after a long day at work. Her brown hair was in a high ponytail, and she had a Freddy's shirt on. It was the name of the cafe she worked at as a waitress. She knew she would be taken away that day, and that was why she wanted to spend it with me.

After a few seconds, I tossed my phone onto the bed and stood. I didn't have time to wallow in sadness or feel bad that he had multiple clubs; I had to start from one. The one beneath this very building.

I slid into my plush slides and walked out of the bedroom.

Fortunately, the halls were empty.

“Where is it?” I muttered as I walked deeper into the hall. I listened carefully to the sound of music that would lead me to the club.

I approached another hall on the right; it was dimly lit, unlike the one I had just been in.

Suddenly, footsteps approached.

My pulse quickened.

If I let them see me, then I’d be in trouble.

I didn't think much.

I quickly rushed into one of the rooms beside me and shut the door behind me.

My hands trembled as I slowly pulled my fingers away from the doorknob. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

The footsteps grew louder, and I heard it rush past the door.

My lips parted slightly as I let out a soft exhale.

“What are you doing here?” Alexander's hoarse voice came suddenly.

I shrieked and spun around, my back pressed tightly against the hard wooden door.

I gulped, my chest heaving as I took in the sight before me. It was a bedroom just as gigantic as mine. The chandelier on the ceiling cast a bright red light across the bedroom, and in the middle of the room lay a king-sized bed, which Alexander sat on. And over the bed was a portrait of a serpent.

I hadn't expected this to be his bedroom.

He tossed the iPad in his hand onto the bed and slipped out of it.

My hands clenched into a tight fist as he began to walk towards me.

He was shirtless with only a pair of gray sweatpants on, and his chest was covered with tattoos.

“I asked, ‘What are you doing here, Isabelle?” He growled softly as he halted before me.

I looked up at him, my back pressed against the wall as I tried to steady my trembling hands.

“I… I was looking for the bathroom,” I lied.

A loud bang echoed throughout the room, and my whole body jerked in response. He slapped the door, and I could see the anger in his eyes. He moved his other hand and placed it on the door pinned in the middle.

“There is a bathroom in your room, Isabelle. Now tell them why you are here.”

I parted my lips to speak, but no words came out.

“Do you know what happens to people who try to escape, Isabelle?” He paused as his green eyes searched mine.

“They get a bullet through their head, so the next time you try to escape, think about it.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't going to escape until I found Elizabeth, but I knew that if he discovered why I was really here, I would be killed.

The sound of a sudden gunshot erupted through the room, and I jerked.

It came from outside.

I bowed my head, and my breathing grew ragged, so loud that he heard it.

I shook as I felt the warmth of his hand rest on my chin as he pulled it up.

His eyes scanned mine. “Get used to hearing that as long as you are here,” he said softly.

He shouldn't be this close to me; I could feel his hot breath against my face, and it made my knee buckle.

My eyes dropped to his chest; I quickly pressed my legs together as a head suddenly formed between them.

I frowned.

What is this?

Am I getting turned on by a man I hated?

By a man who had my sister trapped in one of his clubs as a worker?

Unable to control myself, my eyes slid down his body. His six-pack flexed with every breath. His pants were slightly pulled down, and the V at his hips stared sinfully back at me.

I sucked in a breath as I felt the warmth of his hands on my hips, his thumb circling softly on them.

His face drew closer as he pressed me tightly against himself.

My hands rested against his chest, feeling every muscle.

“Did you come here to have a wedding night with me?” He asked softly.

I gulped and quickly shook my head.

Before I could say anything else, his hands slipped beneath my thighs, and with ease, he lifted up my left leg, pinning it against him.

I didn't try to pull away.

I wanted to; I really did, but my body failed me.

He reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it up until his hands touched my underwear.

“If you want me to stop…” He spoke slowly as his hand pushed my underwear to the side. “Ask me to stop.”

I parted my lips, a gasp of pleasure escaping my lips as his fingers caressed my core.

“You are dripping down there,” he whispered in my ear.

I growled with pleasure, my face twisting into a lewd frown as he gently pinched my core.

The heat within me intensified when I felt something hard push against me.

He slid his sticky hands away from my core and wrapped his hand around my waist. “f**k, I’m hard,” he frowned. As if I were as light as a feather, he picked me up and led me towards the bed.

He placed my back on the bed and climbed over me.

My eyes moved down, my lips parting as I saw the bulge of his gigantic c**k through his pants.

“Do you want me?” He asked, his gaze fixed on mine.

I paused.

What was I doing? I was here for Elizabeth; I couldn't be here with him.

He hissed, “Get out of my room and don't return,” as he spoke and pulled away from me.

“I want it!” I found myself yelling.

In my twenty-four years of living, I had never been touched like this by a man, and I didn't want it to end soon.

He turned to face me.

“Good girl, take off your underwear and part your legs,” he commanded.

For the first time ever, his commanding demeanor pleased me rather than scared me.

I reached for my underwear and slid it off.

He climbed into the bed and towered over me, his lips moving to my neck, my breathing growing heavy as he began to place soft kisses on it.

I should have said no. God, I should have pulled away when he gave me the chance, but when he looked at me like that, when he touched me like that, it made me want more.

His fingers slid down my thighs and into my core; I could feel how wet I was down there.

I turned my toes with pleasure as one of his fingers slid in. “Oh…God yes,” I moaned as he began to thrust.

With the help of his teeth, he pulled down my dress, revealing my breasts. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips against it and sucked on it.

I had never felt a sensation like that before; it felt like electricity pulsing through my veins.

I pressed my fingers into his back as the pressure intensified.

He groaned softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

Slowly he tried to slide another finger into me.

I whimpered, both of my lips pressed together.

I felt a sharp pain as he tried to add a third finger.

He froze, his eyebrows forming a frown. “Did that hurt?”

I nodded. “He slid his fingers out of me. Have you ever…”

I shook my head, praying in my heart that he would shut up and continue, but instead, he pulled away from me and pointed at the door.

“Get out, Isabelle.”

I sat up, my eyes widening as I wondered if I had done something wrong.

I quickly slipped out of bed and stood before him. “What is it?”

His gaze moved away from mine. “I need to be alone, Isabelle.”

I pressed my palm against his chest. “But we …”

“Go!” He barked.

My body jerked in shock. "Of… course," I said and turned around as I walked out of the bedroom.

I could feel my insides pulsing with desire; I wanted more, and I needed more.