THREE: MY RUTHLESS HUSBAND

ALEHANDRIA

I stood naked in front of the mirror, watching the tears roll down my cheeks. The moaning sounds of my new husband and his multiple mistresses filled the other room.

   “Yes… oh yes.. You’re the one boss, you own me, you own my body..” one of the female voices said, while the other one let out a shrill scream – or maybe it was the same woman, I did not know.

   I heard another voice, a different female giggle shrilly. “I think I’m falling in love with you Leo, know one does this better.” Immediately after she said that, I heard another shrill scream, this time in pain.

   The door was thrown open shortly, and I saw one of the women run out naked and clutching her clothes to her large boobs. There were tears running down her eyes.

   It hit me. My new husband did not like when people called his name flippantly, so why did he ask me to say his name back then when we had first met.

    I shivered as my eyes scanned my body, taking in my long lashes, large eyes, full but slender body, and tiny waist. Most people had said I was very beautiful, but somehow –

   In comparison to the billionaire’s power and experience, I felt small, vulnerable, useless.

   Convinced that my husband would never want me, I started wearing my clothes back, amidst the moaning and screams I heard from the other room.

   I did not know if he was hurting them, or if the pleasure he gave was so great that it had begun to resemble pain, I only knew that if he treated me the way he treated the rest of his whores, I may not survive it.

   The door was finally thrown open, and a beautiful naked brunette glared at me, while the rest of the women filled out of the room, naked, clutching their clothes, and shivering.

    I wondered what my husband had done with them in that room, and even as the tears of my worthlessness stung my eyes, I found myself curious. I wanted to know how to meet the needs of man as powerful as Leo Ferraro.

   “The boss wants to see you.” The brunette spat, before she too hobbled out of the house.

   I tried to control my breathing as my heart slammed against my chest. Leo Ferraro wanted to see me.

   With shaky legs, I walked into the other room, the one the women had all come out from. My pulse was racing, and I found it impossible to breathe.

   Leo was standing by the windows when I entered. He looked so cool and calm, I could hardly tell he was the one pounding away at that many women only a few minutes ago.

   He turned to face me, and once again, I was hit by how handsome he was.

   “You’re shivering Alehandria, are you cold?” His voice was calm, even comforting, and yet his face remained cold, unreadable. I had no way to tell if he was being kind or mocking me.

    Unable to talk, I nodded, then shook my head.

    Leo sighed and then walked up to meet me. I stood, scared as he got even closer with the easy grace of a wild cat, circling his prey.

   At the last minute, I turned to run, and his powerful arm caught me, pressing me against his hard chest.

   My entire body shook from the shock, and I screamed, wiggling against him.

   Leo shook his head. “Alehandria, my little mouse. What am I going to do with you?”

   I did not answer him as he pressed his body even harder against mine, so that I could feel his steel-like muscles.

   “Tell me, you have learnt to say my name have you not?”

   I felt a new fear slam against my chest. Even saying his name in my mind made me blush violently. I did not know if I could bare to say his name out loud a second time. And I also believed Leo did not like people saying his name flippantly. Was this a test, was he setting me up for failure so that he could punish me?

   “Say my name Alehandria.” He commanded, and I already knew he would not hesitate to punish me if I disobeyed him.

   Unable to look at him, I pressed my face into his powerful chest. “Leo.” My voice was very tiny. “Leo Ferraro.”

    I could feel his smile through his words. “Now was that so hard little mouse?”

   His arms wrapped tighter around me as my trembling increased. “Now, look at me.”

    I shook my head, even though I knew I would be punished. I did not know how to look into those powerful black eyes, a few minutes after I had just heard his conquests with women.

   “Do not test my patience Alehandria.” Leo snapped.

   My eyes shot up to meet his then, and my breathing seized at the raw power that emanated from his gaze. I felt like he could see through me, like he could see every thing in my heart.

   I shivered again as he stepped away.

   “Liya. Her name is Liya,” he said suddenly, and I could hardly follow. “My daughter,” he continued, seeing my confusion. “Her mother is dead, I had her killed, so there’s no one really taking care of Liya now – well there’s a nanny but…” his eyes raked over me, making me blush. “The nanny wouldn’t take care of her like you would.”

   I trembled again. I did not understand what he meant by that. How did he know I would be any different from the nanny he already had.

  “I would bring you to see her, tomorrow morning, and then you would be allowed to ask all the questions you have – and I mean all your questions. After tomorrow, I don’t want to ever hear anything about Liya again – or I can decide to have you killed, just like her mother.”

   I nodded, shivering slightly at the coldness in his words. If man could treat his own daughter so coldly, how much more heartless he would be in his treatment of me.

   Those jet black eyes searched mine. “What’s it? Spit it out little mouse.”

  I shook my head in fear, but then I saw he was still waiting, insisting I let him know what was on my mind. I wanted to tell him his daughter needed more of his love, that he should not punish her for her mother’s crimes, but I knew Leo was a master at punishing children for their parent’s crimes, after all, that is why I was here.

   “I thought you don’t like when – you don’t like people saying your name.” I said instead. I didn’t mention how I had come to that conclusion.

   Leo laughed, and a bit of amusement entered his eyes. “No one is allowed to say my name little mouse, unless I give them the permission to. You my little love better not use it, don’t speak to me, unless you are spoken to.”

   I nodded, trembling at the insinuation in his words. I had better not say his name unless her asked me to.

   “And now, little mouse. It’s time for you to go to your room. You’d find it on the opposite end of the hallway.”

   I nodded and turned to leave, but his hand stopped me. I watched in horror as he tore off the flimsy clothes I was wearing, then he asked me to go.

   “Welcome to my mansion Alehandria,” he said in mockery as I turned to obey him, tears blinding my vision.