Married to the serpent

CHAPTER THREE

~~Alexander’s POV~~

My fingers clenched into a fist as I watched the girl exit the bedroom.

I have so badly wanted to f**k her the moment I met her.

It was months ago, and she had come to me for a loan. Unlike the others, she said, show fear. She gazed into my eyes and spoke with confidence.

It intrigued me.

From that moment I knew I wanted her.

When I heard she couldn't pay back her debt, I rushed to the scene; it was an opportunity to make her mine, and I had to take it. I made everyone else believe that the purpose of marrying her was to cover my tracks with the FBI, which it did.

I was supposed to be at a meeting tonight, but I couldn't go. I was distracted by the thought of her being in my home.

I cannot express my shock when she barged into my bedroom; she was up to something, but I don't know what. Normally I would put a bullet through anybody who dared to barge into my room like that, but her? It was a dream come true.

I wanted to have her. f**k her brains out.

But when I found out that she was a virgin… I could have hurt her tonight.

I'm like a lion who hasn't eaten for months and has been given raw flesh; I would have devoured her.

But that would have hurt her, and I couldn't let it happen.

I growled.

I'd never cared about a woman like this before; they were just for s*x and nothing else. Whether it hurt or not, when I dove in, I never stopped until I finished.

But for Isabelle I was forced to restrain myself.

I moved slowly to my bed and started on it. My head turned as my fingers brushed against the silk material. It was her underwear, which she had taken off.

I picked it up and drew it closer to my face.

The subtle scent of vanilla and her natural scent lingered, and I immediately grew harder. I needed to quench this thirst.

I clenched it tightly as I reached for the intercom on the desk before me. I dialed a number and placed it against my ear. “Send one of the girls from the club,” I instructed, my mind reeling back to Isabelle. “Make sure she has dark brown hair.”

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A few minutes later there was a knock on my door.

I lay in bed, completely naked.

“Come in,” I commanded.

The door squeaked open.

The girl had a soft smile playing on her lips; she had on a purple nightdress so short her underwear was visible. She was about Isabelle's height and size, and her brown hair rested on her shoulders.

“Stop,” I spoke as she drew closer to the bed. I pointed at the edge of the bed with my index finger. “Wear what I wear on your head.”

It was a silk mask.

She hesitated but obeyed; she picked it up and covered her face with it immediately.

Without wasting time, she crawled onto the bed.

Without saying a word, she wrapped her fingers around my c**k, which had begun to throb, and dipped it into her mouth.

I shut my eyes and pictured Isabelle, her scent, her voice, and her eyes.

My fingers dug into the sheets of the bed as the girl gobbled me up.

I drew Isabelle's underwear to my nose and sniffed it once more. As the sensation intensified, I reached for her hair and wrapped my fingers into it.

“Stop,” I commanded.

She looked up, a smirk on her face, and began to crawl towards me, her hands gently rubbing my chest.

But Isabelle wouldn't do that; she was seductive without even trying. Her timidness made me want her even more.

“Lay on the bed, don't move.”

She paused, her brow furrowing. “But that's not how you like it.”

“I said, ‘Lie on the bed!’ I barked.

She quickly pulled away from me, lay beside me, and parted her legs.

I towered over her and immediately slid into her. I wanted to do to this girl everything I couldn't do to Isabelle.

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The Next Morning

~~Isabelle's POV~~

My gaze was fixed on the ceiling.

I couldn't sleep all night.

I had watched the sun come up this morning, casting a bright light across the bedroom.

The birds, on the other hand, wouldn't stop chirping. They seemed to be having a better morning than me.

My hands flung to my face in embarrassment as the memories of last night taunted me for the hundredth time. I was ready to sleep with the man who I considered an enemy.

Shame washed over me as I recalled the loud moans that had filled the halls last night. I didn't need to be told that they were coming from Alexander's bedroom. It lasted for hours.

He would sleep with another woman after he sent his wife away?

I quickly shook my head. “This isn't a real marriage; I'm paying a debt,” I muttered.

I quickly sat up.

I had to get down to business; I was here to save my sister, and that was exactly what I should focus on.

As I headed for the bathroom, I felt my insides rubbing against each other, and I froze. I had left my underwear in his room without realizing.

“Ma'am?” I heard a voice call from outside, followed by a knock on the door.

I turned to face the door. “Come on.”

The door pulled open, and a woman in her late forties stepped in. She had an average build, and she was dressed in a black dress. Her blond hair was wrapped up in a ponytail, and she had a smile that lit the room.

“I see you are surprised to see me here. I assumed they would have told you about me by now. I'm Pamela, but you can call me Pam. I will be your personal attendant, Mrs. Blackwood.”

“Oh…hello Pam,” I greeted.

A concerned look formed on her face. “You have subtle eye bags, ma'am. Is everything alright?”

My hand instinctively touched my face. “I didn't get any sleep last night.”

She gave me a smug smile. “I don't think anybody did with you and Mr. Blackwood going at it last night.”

“That wasn't me, Pam,” I spoke in a low tone.

Her smile faded. “Oh…well, I'm sorry I couldn't usher you into the mansion last night; I am in charge of ushering in the new girls.” She quickly tries to change the subject.

My brow creased. “What new girls?”

“For the ladies from families who are unable to pay their debt, I decide which club they are taken to and what jobs they are to have there.”

My brow raised.

If she was in charge of doing that, then she would know where Isabelle was.

“I believe I have an old friend who works here,” I said, trying to hide my eagerness. “Her name was Elizabeth, I believe. Do you know her?”

“I'm not sure, ma'am; we have had a lot of girls with that name.”

“She has a very distinct birthmark on her forehead just between her eyes. She had dark brown hair.”

Pam's brow raised as she realized, “I remember her now; she was brought in eight months ago.”

My pulse quickened.

“Yes, that’s her.”

“She works in the club underground,” she said, pointing to the floor.

I pointed as well as I asked, “This building?”

My heart raced as Pam nodded. “Yes, the men love her.”

Elizabeth was underneath this very building now; all I had to do was get her out.