Chapter 6 Alexander's Coercion

Katherine's POV

I backed away as Alexander stumbled into the room, his usual composed demeanor replaced by something wild and dangerous. His tie hung loose, shirt partially unbuttoned, eyes dark with an intensity that made my heart race.

"Stay back," I warned, putting the bed between us. Something was wrong with him - his movements were unsteady, predatory. "Alexander, you're not yourself."

"Katherine. You are mine!" He advanced slowly, gripping the bedpost for support.

"Go to hell! I'm not," I shrieked back, my voice trembling with rage. "You're a sick bastard, and I'd rather die than be with you again!"

He moved with surprising speed for someone so obviously drugged, catching my wrist before I could dodge.

"Die? Five years," he growled, yanking me against his chest. "Five years thinking you were dead. Katherine1"

I struggled against his iron grip. "Let go of me! You're the one who wanted me dead!"

"Is that what you think?" His other hand tangled in my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. "That I tried to kill you? My own wife? And why you ran away without even asking me?"

"What was there to ask?" I kicked at his shin, but he barely seemed to notice. "I HATE YOU!"

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Hate me? Very good! But you're here now. And you're not leaving until we sort out the truth."

"The truth?" I laughed bitterly. "The truth is you're a controlling bastard who can't stand losing what he thinks belongs to him."

His response was to crash his lips against mine, hot and demanding. I bit down hard, tasting blood. Alexander pulled back with a curse.

"Still so fierce," he murmured, thumb brushing my lower lip. His pupils were blown wide, breathing ragged. "God, I've missed that fire."

"You're insane," I gasped, but my body betrayed me, remembering other times he'd held me like this. "Let me go before I scream."

"Scream all you want." He backed me toward the bed, his larger frame caging me in. "No one's coming. It's just us now, beloved. Just like it should be."

I shoved against his chest. "Leave me alone."

"No!!!" He caught both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head as we fell onto the mattress.

He started to force a kiss on me. I tried my best to push him away, but I couldn't move him at all. His strength is overwhelming, and he presses me down even harder.

I don't wanna have sex with him. But...

"Fuck," I puffed.

"Do you like it? Honey."

"No! Not at all!!!" I thrashed wildly as his mouth found my neck.

"Girl, you are mine," he growls at me. His dominant tone sends shivers down my spine.

I shouted, "Get off me, you jerk!"

I thrashed wildly, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to break free from his iron - like grip. His hands were bruising my wrists as he held me down, his body pinning me in place.

"Let me go!" I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear and anger.

But he didn't even flinch. He roughly shoved my thighs apart, his movements aggressive and unyielding.

His fingers dug into my ass, the pain shooting through me like a bolt of lightning. At the same time, his cock plunged into my pussy with a force that made me cry out in pain.

I writhed beneath him, my body a battleground of sensations, a mixture of agony and a strange, unwanted arousal.

"Stop! Please stop!" I begged, my eyes filling with tears.

But he ignored my pleas, his thrusts growing even more forceful. "You're not going anywhere," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're mine, and I'll do whatever I want with you."

"Please, don't do this," I sobbed, my small hands pushing against his chest with all my might, but it was like trying to move a mountain. "I don't want this. I want to leave."

"Shut up," he snarled. "You're not leaving until I'm done with you."

His other hand roughly found my clit, and he began to rub it in a way that made me both want to vomit and moan in pleasure.

"Are you ready to take my cum, my Katherine?" he hissed. I shook my head frantically, but the words caught in my throat. His fingers pinched my clit painfully, and I let out a scream.

"Please, stop!" I cried, but it only seemed to fuel his actions.

I couldn't stand it anymore. "Son of bitch!"

He paused, muscles tensing, clearly not expecting me to curse at him like this now.

I seized my chance, bringing my knee up hard. Alexander grunted in pain, his grip loosening just enough. I rolled, grabbing the heavy crystal vase from the nightstand.

"I said get off!" The vase connected with his temple with a sickening crack. Alexander's eyes went wide with shock before he slumped forward, unconscious.

I shoved his dead weight aside, hands shaking as I straightened my clothes. Blood trickled from where I'd struck him.

With a final glance at Alexander's unconscious form, I slipped out into the hallway. The elevator doors opened, reflecting my disheveled appearance - smeared lipstick, bruised wrists, wildness in my eyes.

"Bastard," I muttered, jabbing the button for the security level. First, I'd get proof of Kevin's innocence. Then I'd make Alexander Hudson pay for everything he'd done.