His sin, Her salvation

Chapter fourteen

The air in the room was thick with silence. Serena sat on the cold floor, her back pressed against the wooden post of the bed, her wrists still bearing the faint bruises from her last punishment. Her breath came in shallow puffs, exhaustion clinging to her bones.

She had failed. Again.

Her escape had been short-lived, a fleeting moment of hope crushed beneath the weight of Alessio’s power. The moment his men had dragged her back, she knew there would be no mercy this time.

Her body ached, the effects of the fever still lingering. The doctor had been dismissed, leaving her alone in the suffocating walls of her prison. And now, she was awaiting her sentence.

The heavy door creaked open. Her stomach twisted into knots as the familiar scent of cologne and danger filled the air.

Alessio.

He stepped inside with an eerie calm, his presence suffocating, his gaze burning into her as he shut the door behind him. Dressed in his dark, tailored suit, he looked like a devil sent to collect his due.

“You never learn, do you?” His voice was dangerously soft, each syllable laced with menace.

Serena’s fingers clenched against her dress, her knuckles turning white. She refused to look at him, refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing the fear in her eyes.

He moved closer, the sound of his polished shoes echoing in the room. “Look at me,” he commanded.

She didn’t.

A sharp grip on her chin forced her face upward. His eyes, dark and unreadable, studied her intently.

“You ran,” he stated, his thumb brushing over her trembling bottom lip. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

Serena swallowed hard, her throat dry. “I had to try,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

His lips curled into a humorless smirk. “Try? You think this is a game?” His grip tightened slightly before he let go, his hand dropping to his side as he straightened. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

Her pulse raced as he stepped back, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt with slow precision.

Fear coiled in her stomach like a snake.

“Strip.”

Her breath caught. “W-what?”

His gaze darkened, his patience thinning. “Take. It. Off.”

Panic surged through her veins. “No—”

The slap came swiftly, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

The room spun for a moment, her cheek stinging from the force. Before she could process it, he was crouching beside her, his fingers tangling into her hair as he pulled her up.

“I own you, Serena,” he whispered darkly against her ear. “And it’s time you finally understand that.”

Her breath hitched as he dragged her up, his grip unyielding, his dominance absolute.

Serena’s world spun as her body hit the cold marble floor. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, her palms burning from the impact. The sting on her cheek throbbed, her vision blurring with unshed tears.

Alessio towered over her, his eyes void of mercy. The dim lighting in the room cast shadows over his face, making him look even more sinister. He took his time rolling up his sleeves, his expression disturbingly calm.

She knew what was coming.

“You don’t deserve kindness,” he murmured, his voice silk laced with venom. “Not after what you pulled today.”

Serena’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress. Her body ached from the fever, the exhaustion, and the failed escape. But she refused to crumble before him.

His polished shoes stopped right in front of her. Slowly, he crouched, his fingers gripping her jaw with bruising force as he lifted her face.

“You ran from me.” His voice was deep, controlled. “You thought you could escape?”

She met his gaze, her own filled with defiance. “I will never belong to you.”

A flicker of amusement danced in his dark eyes before it was replaced with something far more dangerous.

His fingers tightened around her chin. “I decide what you are, Serena. And it’s time I remind you.”

She barely had a second to react before he yanked her up, dragging her toward the bed.

“No—please—”

Her pleas were ignored as he shoved her onto the mattress. The force knocked the air from her lungs. She scrambled to move, but he was already there, pinning her wrists above her head with ease.

His breath fanned against her ear. “You will learn, little one,” he murmured, his voice chillingly soft. “Even if I have to break you.”

Serena shivered beneath him, her pulse wild.

His grip loosened slightly, his fingers trailing down her arm. “You brought this on yourself,” he whispered.

A slow, wicked smirk curved his lips.

And then he began.

Using a rope he tied her to the bed locking her up.

" Now you are helpless, at my mercy"

Serena tries to wriggle her wrist off and free herself but he had tied her too hard. Tears continued falling from her eyes as she continued pleading "please don't do this to me, i beg of you".

Her pleas ignited him the more, with a deadly smirk he tore out her dress leaving her in only her undies.

" After this..you will learn that escaping was not in your destiny..you w***e" he spat, as he raised his hands again at her.

Serena felt so worthless and helpless, this monster was about to sexually abuse her and she couldn't do anything about it.

His hands moved down to her pants as he Caresse it roughly causing her to place a pain sub mourn.

with out wasting much of his time..in as much as he enjoys doing that to his playthings..he has been patent enough with her. He gave her breast a tight squeeze, while his inner self was amazed by her body beauty.

Serena felt no need to beg any more, he was already so determined to take her, tears drops from her eyes as she watched him pull down trouser and with no warning at all, he thrust so deep inside her. Serena in pain closed her eyes as uncontrolled tears fell from her eyes following the rhythm of his fast and rough thrust. After a long while of pleasure, he pulled away as he fixes himself..

" look who wasn't able to fight me..this should make you aware of who you belong to"

" i hate you"

" i know"

" you are a monster"

"i never desired that, you little c*m slut" With that he left, leaving her dumb struck, so broken and in pains.