The Billionaire Owns Her

As she attempted to open the locked door, Aleksander observed her. Even before they met, he had never seen such beauty or experienced the longing that such beauty sparked in him. He was going crazy from it. To satisfy this sexual thirst that consumed him, he longed to taste her.

He inhaled deeply, smelling the air for her perfume. His loin hardened, and he started to pant. 

When he saw her face in the picture taken by the camera outside his office building, he felt the need to bury himself inside her. He shook his head with that misplaced thought.

His mind screamed as he moved in her direction, but he contained it, grabbed her shoulders, and drew her away from the door. 

When he was going to kiss her, her eyes widened, and her body shook with panic. She pushed him away right away in response.

She said, "Get away from me!"

He growled in a low voice, "Stop resisting me. I haven't seen you in so many months—is this your way of saying hello?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mister," she replied calmly as she could while her brain was thinking of a way to get out of the room. She remembered there was a guard outside. Does she have to shout for help?

“C’mon, Iza. I’m not expecting this cold treatment. What happened?”

“P-Please…. I don’t know you,” she insisted. “Let me out here.”

“No, we need to talk.”

Izabella did not pay him any attention. Instead, she gave him a strong push before jerking away. But he grabbed her waist and yanked her back toward him as she attempted to flee. He held her tightly despite her kicking and writhing.

She screamed, "Let go of me!" and tried to kick him.

He tightened his grip on her waist and drew her into his arms. She gave him a disgusted look as she scowled at him. He was unmoved when she struck him in the chest.

Ah. With her tiger behavior, this woman never changed. Aleksander thought she needed to be under my control and make her understand she was mine. I now see that I alone am responsible for this ranting woman.

He gently caressed her cheek with his thumb as he cupped her face. He tried to calm Izabella down by saying, "Shh, calm down. You are aware that I won't harm you."

She bit his arm so forcefully and spat, "Get away from me," that he released her.

Once more, she was able to take a few steps away from him before she could grab the doorknob.

"You know, my tiger wife, there's no way you can open that door."

Izabella slowly whirled around and looked back at the man a few steps before her.

"How can you say that? This is the second time you called me your wife…?"

She gazed at the man with her brows drawn together. At what he said, she wanted to laugh. She believed he had become insane. But then she remembered that Shanda told her she had married a man from Greece, but he was reported dead, according to his bodyguard. So, who is this man claiming her as his wife?

His eyes scanned hers as he stared at her for some time before his brows gradually furrowed.

"Did you experience anything recently?" He asked, studying her profile. "Have you been in an accident?"

"Not that I can recall, though. What is it with you?" She took him in. She couldn't understand a word he was saying. He appeared to be familiar with her. Unless he's skilled at acting it out? Some men were professional imitators in their line of work. The man in front of her was too far away for him to be a conman being the CEO of the company. He appeared affluent, and his hands were thin and baby-pink in color.

"My wife, you are. As straightforward as that, Mrs. Izabella Georgiou." He commented as he gazed in awe at her. "We were married in Greece. I'll investigate what transpired to you."

So, he was still alive then? Is this man my husband? But why can't I remember him?

“You seemed to know something. What is it?”

She licked her dried lips,” I… I know I married in Greece last summer, but I don’t see what he looks like. And I was told he’s dead….”

“Unfortunately for you, I am not dead,” he moved closer, and she became scared.

She stopped and stepped back from him, saying, "Don't. Please stay away from me. Just stop there."

When their eyes met, she could feel the struggle in his eyes as he briefly stopped. He kept moving forward in her direction.

Her chest seemed tightly crushed, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her hands started to shake and clench into fists. The man was intimidating, more attractive than handsome. Stupendous would be the appropriate word.

Izabella shook her head and tried to notice what was happening before her. She started trying to control her feelings. She observed that the man was within arm's reach. She then tightly closed her eyes because she was unable to stop him. Not in this close quarters, she pleaded with herself.

Aleksander tugged a smile from his mouth as he observed the expression of emotion on her face. Eyelids firmly closed.

There is a contradiction between what she stated and the underlying anxiety he could smell in her. Even though she was terrified of him, he could still feel her attraction to him from their previous encounter. She would always react that way to him, but nothing would happen. His hatred of her repulsive reaction increased his desire for her, even though it shouldn't. Insisting, he reminded himself. He could not be with a human.

He reached out to touch her face and caressed it with his palm as if powerless to stop himself.

Izabella's eyes were snapped open and narrowed as their eyes connected. 

She was frightened by their proximity, especially how the man's eyes tracked the movement of her throat as she gasped.

"What are you doing, exactly?"  She startled and trembled as he drew closer till she was in his arms. His yearning was torn from his breast and transformed from passion to assurance by the terror in her voice, which attacked him. He was determined to protect her from harm. She was his wife.

"Sit back, Izabella. I want you to know you're in good hands," he mumbled, close to her earlobe.

She winced when he spoke in a husky voice, and his warm breath touched her skin while bewitching her senses. She experienced a tremble start at her earlobe. Unconsciously, she grabbed hold of the man's shoulder; when she realized it, she withdrew her hand as if it had burned her.

"N-no. Please, don't..." She said shakily.

"Why not? Those mouthwatering lips are so inviting that I want to kiss them." He spoke in a low voice while glimpsing her face. From her lips to her eyes and down. "I can sense that you also want it as usual."

Before she could respond, he pressed his lips against hers. "So supple and soft."

She shook and shut her eyes. When his lips brushed against hers, her palm fell on his toned chest and tightened its grip.

His tongue then pressed into her mouth. He moaned tremblingly as he intensified the kiss. Her chest was bursting with emotion. Falling. Falling. She was choked by his scent, his feeling, and his heat. He continued kissing her till he sensed her relax against him. Then he let her go and went back.

Their eyes mirrored each other as their gazes locked in obvious longing.

She drew a trembling breath and then opened her mouth. "Who are you, exactly?"

Although she spoke in a whisper, Aleksander heard her. He looked into her eyes again and saw that she wasn't acting. She could not recall him, but what had become of his wife? Instead of understanding why he couldn't be a part of her memory, he chastised himself for allowing his self-centered desire to rule him.

He reminded her, "You are my wife, and I am your husband under the law of humanity. "Where's your friend? Why are you not with Shanda?"

She looked back at the man's eyes after being startled. " Y-you know who she is?"  She questioned, cursing her stutter.

"But naturally, I know her, little one," he replied."  In the past, I owed her a great deal."

She calmly digested that information. "Why then did you not wed her instead? You two seemed to get along well, didn't you?"

He looked at her with distaste as he arched his brow.

"She's young, gorgeous, and—You are not her, Izabella, and never can be."

"But why?"  She questioned, perplexed. "I don't know you."

"And yet you kissed me back passionately."

She blushed, and the back of his hand caressed her heated face.