Chapter 262
Emily's pupils constricted violently.
Her hands pressed desperately against Alexander's chest, fingertips trembling uncontrollably.
"Don't..." Her voice was barely a whisper, her body limp as if drained of all bones, sinking into the mattress.
Alexander chuckled darkly, effortlessly lifting and tossing her onto the bed.
He leaned over her, arms caging her in, his gaze roaming hungrily over her face.
"Mr. Johnson..." Emily shook her head weakly, too drained to even lift a hand.
Darkness crept at the edges of her vision, consciousness slipping away like the tide.
"Don't what?" Alexander traced her pale cheek with his thumb. "I gave you a chance."
His fingers slithered like vipers, gliding from her forehead to her chin.
Emily shuddered violently, teeth chattering.
"Please..." She barely managed a breathy plea. "Let me go..."
"Let you go?" Alexander suddenly gripped her chin. "Who told you to get involved with William again?"
His eyes darkened with fury. "I hate him most of all."
Emily squeezed her eyes shut in despair.
Tears rolled down her temples, soaking into her hair.
"Don't be afraid." Alexander's hand trailed lower. "I'll make you happy."
He licked his lips. "I'll be gentler than William."
He began unbuttoning his shirt, one slow, deliberate button at a time.
Emily gasped like a stranded fish, mouth opening soundlessly.
Fear and the drugs rendered her mute, leaving her helpless as his shadow loomed over her.
"No one will interrupt us this time." Alexander unbuckled his belt. "Enjoy it."
As he leaned down, Emily turned her face away, tears soaking the pillow.
"Relax." Alexander gripped her shoulders, yanking at the zipper of her black velvet dress.
The fabric gave a faint ripping sound.
BANG!
The door crashed open with a deafening slam.
Alexander whipped his head around.
Thundering footsteps approached.
Fumbling with his pants, he barely had time to stand before a powerful kick sent him flying.
William stormed in, eyes blazing crimson.
Another brutal kick landed on Alexander's ribs.
"Ah!" Alexander curled into a fetal position. "Have you lost your mind? I'm your brother!"
William grabbed him by the collar, fist swinging with a sharp whistle of air.
Veins bulged at his temples as he spat through gritted teeth, "You don't deserve that title."