Chapter 123/Touching is not allowed

Chapter 123: 123/Touching is not allowed

Chapter 123

Stephanie’s Point of View

The absolute moment the entire length of his massive dick withdrew from my depth, it felt as though my soul and my remaining strength were violently extracted along with it; I collapsed against the sofa cushions like a lifeless corpse, my nerves and limbs completely dissolved into total paralysis.

Every single ounce of resistance and stubbornness within my naked frame thoroughly evaporated, my strength so utterly depleted that I was entirely helpless to lift my heavy eyelids or shift a single finger.

My breath rose and fell in shallow, weak lulls that filled the stark silence of the bedroom, a fractured, gravelly whimper escaping my throat before fading into nothing. I felt the freezing chill of the air sweep over my inflamed, naked skin, while the boiling fluids rushed out in a heavy flood to coat the inner flesh of my trembling thighs.

My mind, which had been boiling just moments ago with chaotic calculation, evasion, and the frantic manufacturing of lies, declared its absolute surrender, thoroughly wiped clean beneath the weight of this devastating subjugation and a sadism that I secretly worshipped within my core.

Nothing could be heard throughout the space save for the heavy, masculine rhythm of his breathing, which gradually began to settle directly over my skull.

Looming his towering, majestic frame down until he was just inches from my face, his burning breath brushed against the sensitive skin of my ear as he whispered in a low, gravelly rumble dripping with absolute possession and control: "My compliant girl... I thoroughly enjoyed fucking you tonight."

My entire frame vibrated beneath the weight of his words, a violent shiver tracking straight down my spine. I desperately tried to activate my muscles to hoist my naked body off the sofa, but I was entirely helpless to execute the movement; it was as though my vitality and my energy had been systematically drained, drawn out alongside the thick rush of his hot release deep inside my womb.

His signature harshness, threats, and freezing detachment suddenly vanished the absolute moment he obtained his desire and broke my spirit. Alexander rose off my frame, stepping away for a brief series of seconds before returning his massive, flawlessly chiseled, and muscular silhouette to my side, holding a pack of wet wipes.

Bending down over my trembling thighs as he stood between my feet, and with a sweeping tenderness and unexpected softness that completely liquidated his previous sadism, he began to wipe my thighs with the wet cloths, gently removing the sticky, explicit traces of our sequential climax from my pale skin.

The moment he finalized my cleansing with absolute deliberation, his massive, heavy palms slid smoothly beneath my exhausted frame, hoisting me off the sofa with a profound gentleness, as if I were a piece of fragile glass his hands were terrified to shatter.

I clamped my weak fingers around his broad neck, burying my face into the hollow of his chest as I desperately sought sanctuary and comfort.

He advanced with wide, solid paces toward the bed, placing my body with extreme gentleness over the mattress before rapidly drawing the blankets over my frame to shield me from the freezing chill of the room.

Sliding beneath the covers beside me, he pulled my naked body against his torso with a warm, unyielding force, his fingers locking me tightly against his heavily chiseled chest. He whispered in a low rumble, his fingers tracing through the strands of my red hair: "Go to sleep, my sweet... sleep to rest your body."

I surrendered to his warm dominance without a single shred of consciousness, the embrace thoroughly stripping away my terrors. Wrapping my trembling arms around his broad frame, I instantly descended into the absolute depths of sleep, entirely broken by the fatigue, exhaustion, and overwhelming localized pain that had crushed my existence all night due to his interrogation and punishment.

In the morning, the golden, warm shafts of sunlight filtered through the bedroom window to brush against my closed eyelids. I woke up slowly, a profound sense of satisfaction and comfort flooding my heart. I automatically extended my hand to the mattress beside me, searching for his warmth and his body, but the sheets were completely cold; Alexander was no longer at my side.

A sudden, frantic wave of panic jolted my core, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as my mind frantically flashed to the firm. But I rapidly captured my ragged breath, remembering with intense relief that today was Saturday, and I fortunately had no work at the corporate office.

Resting my head back against the pillow with immense relief, I stared up at the ceiling, releasing a deep sigh as I thought to myself with a mounting anxiety: ’Today I will have a complete respite from that wretched Vincent and his suffocating pressures... today I will remain asleep right here, along with my little babies inside my belly, despite this entire living hell.’ Placing my palm with a sweeping tenderness over the skin of my quiet stomach, I whispered in a faint, drowsy tone: "My little ones... today we will enjoy peace and quiet together."

Then suddenly, and without a single shred of warning, the doorknob turned sharply and the door swung open with a rapid haste. I snapped my head over with a slight dread, my stomach clamping as I looked inside, witnessing Alexander’s towering stature entering the space, clad in a light shirt and denim trousers. His piercing blue eyes locked onto my frame, surveying my features as he delivered his signature rough, gravelly rumble: "Good morning, my sweet... are you awake?"

Swallowing against a burning dryness, I stated in a drowsy, muffled tone: "Good morning, Alex."

He closed the distance between us with measured, rock-solid paces that instantly stirred a heavy tension in the air. Looming his massive weight over my frame, he slammed his lips down onto mine in a powerful, deeply violent kiss that completely trapped the breath inside my chest.

He then sank onto the edge of the mattress beside me, tracing his heavy, warm palm over my cheek with an agonizing slow deliberation. His features suddenly shifted, hardening into a sharp, unyielding rigidity as he delivered a dark promise: "You are not permitting Cedric to lay a single finger on you or approach your person in my absence under any circumstances, are you, Steph?"