Chapter 1 1

Chapter 1

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"Ah..."

"Please... slower... I can't take it anymore..."

Anastasya's tearful plea dissolved into the darkness of the room as she lay on the bed, her body trembling while something impossibly large moved inside her with slow, deliberate strokes. Every gentle movement sent waves of unbearable pleasure through her, a pleasure that wounded her pride as much as it consumed her.

She had only just turned twenty.

Standing at 165 centimeters tall, Anastasya possessed breathtaking hazel eyes framed by delicate features that made her look almost doll-like. Her porcelain skin was so fair and fragile that even the slightest pressure left crimson marks behind.

Whenever warmth colored her cheeks, a rosy blush naturally bloomed across her face, making her beauty even more captivating. It was the kind of beauty that stole the breath from every man who laid eyes on her.

Her long, wavy hair shimmered like strands of golden chestnut beneath the light, giving her the appearance of a fairy who had wandered out of a storybook.

She was far too beautiful... But her life had never been as beautiful as her face. Her beauty had become the greatest curse of her existence. Just like tonight.

Never in her wildest imagination had she thought she would end up like this—beneath an impossibly handsome, commanding man whose every slow thrust carried overwhelming force, making every nerve in her body quiver.

The searing pain from the first moment he had claimed her was gradually fading, replaced by the intoxicating pleasure born from his maddeningly gentle rhythm.

The man above her was twenty-eight years old.

A powerful man. A mysterious man. A man whose life was buried beneath countless dark secrets — Alexander De Graham.

Standing at 190 centimeters, he possessed a perfectly sculpted physique with broad shoulders and a commanding presence that seemed almost unreal. Perfection appeared to be something he had been born with.

His eyes were the color of a deadly ocean—piercing blue, cold, and frighteningly sharp.

One look from those eyes was enough to make anyone tremble.

Now, those icy blue eyes narrowed into a dangerous smirk as he hovered over Anastasya.

"Oh?" he murmured. "Planning to run away again, little girl?" His smile deepened. "You really do enjoy running from me." He leaned closer until his lips nearly brushed hers.

"But you should know one thing..."

"I won't let you go until I've had my fill of this body." Alexander gripped Anastasya firmly, his hands burning with restrained desire.

His strong hand wrapped around her thigh before he drove into her with deliberate force, pulling another helpless gasp from her lips.

Lowering his head beside her ear, he whispered with a wicked grin,

"I paid a fortune to buy you, my woman." A soft chuckle escaped him. "So naturally... I intend to make the most of what I bought." His amused laughter made it painfully clear.

There wasn't a trace of love in his eyes. All he desired was her body.

Anastasya's eyes widened.

A sharp ache spread through her chest until it became difficult to breathe. She squeezed her eyes shut as Alexander released a deep, guttural growl while claiming her once more.

Her body...Soft. Sweet. And Irresistibly beautiful. A body that drove him dangerously close to losing control, awakening sensations he had never experienced before.

"Mmph..." Anastasya held her breath, her trembling fingers clutching the bedsheet beneath her.

"It hurts... It hurts so much, Sir..."

Her broken cry brushed warmly against Alexander's ear, only fueling the dangerous hunger burning inside him and making him crave her even more.

"Ah...!" She bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes flying open on instinct as something deep inside her felt as though it had been pierced by something hard and impossibly large.

Something surged through Anastasya, sending a wave of unbearable pain crashing over her—yet tangled within it was another unfamiliar sensation she couldn't begin to understand.

"Ah... w-wait... wait! What is this?"

"Stop... I..."

She struggled to scramble off the bed, desperate to escape, but Alexander's powerful arm blocked her instantly. In one swift motion, he caught both of her wrists with a single hand and pinned them above her head.

She was completely trapped beneath him.

A low chuckle escaped his lips. His deep blue eyes, as endless and dangerous as the ocean, locked onto Anastasya with the gaze of a predator that had finally captured the prey it had been hunting.

"God... you feel incredible, baby."

"I've waited so long for this." His voice dropped into a heated whisper. "And you haven't disappointed me in the slightest. Your body is perfect for me." His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he admired the dazed, pain-filled expression on her face.

Those large hazel eyes... So innocent.BSo heartbreakingly pure. They brimmed with silent agony.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she forced a bitter smile, turning her face away because she couldn't bear to look at Alexander any longer.

She pressed her lips together, trying to swallow the sob threatening to escape.

"If that's what you want... then do as you please, Sir."

"I've never been someone precious to anyone."

"If it's my body you want... then take it." Her voice was barely above a whisper, each word carrying quiet resignation.

"Just as you said..."

"You'll let me go once I can no longer satisfy you." She cried as she spoke, desperately trying to suppress both her tears and the tremble in her voice.

It only made her look even more pitiful.

"Ah..."

Alexander bit down on his lower lip, his sapphire eyes darkening with raw dominance.

"That's right."

"I'll let you go once I'm tired of you, baby."

"So satisfy me." His thumb brushed lightly against her tear-streaked cheek. "And let me tell you this one more time..."

"Your tears are one of the things I find most irresistible."

"I like it when you cry... for me alone." His smile grew even darker. "So cry as much as you want."

"I promise those tears of sorrow will become tears of pleasure before I'm done with you." His whisper stole every bit of strength from Anastasya.

She closed her eyes once more, allowing the tears to fall in complete silence.

Alexander tightened his hold on her slender body before capturing her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Every movement declared his determination to claim her completely, indulging in the intoxicating pleasure only she could give him. Yet the cruel smirk lingering on his lips made one thing painfully obvious.

There was no love in this feverish encounter.

"AAAH...!"

The luxurious bedroom echoed with ragged breaths and deep growls.

Alexander looked like a savage beast that had finally seized the prey it had coveted for so long.

For four long hours, Alexander had taken Anastasya without mercy, leaving the young woman—who had only just lost her virginity—completely exhausted and utterly powerless.

"Ah... I'm not satisfied at all, actually." A faint, amused smile tugged at his lips. "But I don't want you passing out after your first time, so I'll let you off... just this once."

Alexander slid off the bed.

The moment he did, Anastasya hurriedly pulled the blanket around her naked body. Every ounce of strength had long since drained from her, yet she still desperately tried to hide herself, unwilling to let him see just how vulnerable she looked.

"Heh." A quiet chuckle escaped Alexander's lips, as though he found her attempt amusing.

He reached for the bathrobe hanging nearby and slipped it on before turning to face her again.

"I'm going to use the other bathroom. I'm covered in sweat." A teasing grin spread across his face. "I would've loved to shower with you, but I know I wouldn't be able to control myself if I saw you again."

He paused, his piercing blue eyes lingering on her.

"So tonight, and tonight only, I'll generously allow you to bathe by yourself."

His lips curled into a smug smile.

"You should consider yourself lucky to be with a gentleman who actually cares about your health." His chin lifted arrogantly. "So stop running from me... and let me have you until I grow tired of you."

With those heartless words hanging in the air, Alexander strode out of the bedroom and disappeared into another room to clean himself up.

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Anastasya finally released the breath she'd been holding.

Slowly, she turned toward the enormous floor-to-ceiling window. From where she lay, she could see the moon shining brilliantly in the night sky... As though it were mocking her.

"Heh... it's so beautiful." A bitter smile touched her lips. "How can the moon shine so beautifully... while I'm completely broken in here?"

"Is the universe making fun of me?" She swallowed hard before forcing herself upright.

Still clutching the blanket tightly around her body, she stumbled toward the luxurious bathroom, every step slow and painfully unsteady.

"It hurts so much..." The ache between her legs burned with every movement.

Perhaps it was because it had been her first time... Or perhaps because Alexander was simply too much for her body to bear. Either way, every step sent another sharp sting through her.

At last, she reached the bathroom.

She slowly let the blanket slip from her shoulders and stood before the enormous mirror.

The instant her reflection came into view, her eyes widened in disbelief. Her hand flew over her mouth. Her bare skin was covered with reddish marks.

They were everywhere. Especially across her chest. There were so many that she could hardly believe what she was seeing.

"I look like a leopard..." A hollow laugh escaped her trembling lips. "I've become that cruel man's plaything."

She lowered her head.

"Why did this happen to me?"

"When did my life become like this?" Her vision blurred as fresh tears gathered in her eyes.

Whenever Anastasya cried, her hazel eyes shimmered like the most exquisite crystal in the world.

Perhaps... That was why Alexander loved seeing her in tears.

Standing before the mirror in such a pitiful state, Anastasya's thoughts drifted back to the events of two weeks earlier... The beginning of everything. The reason she had ended up in the bed of the powerful and untouchable man...

Alexander De Graham.