Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Secret Sanctuaries
The heavy quiet of the corridor was suddenly broken by the soft, rustling sound of bedsheets and a low, disoriented groan coming from inside the bedroom. Amy was finally waking up.
Alexander and Helen instantly straightened up, their eyes darting to the closed door.
"Can I talk to her alone first?" asked Alexander, his deep voice dropping to a calm, protective whisper as he looked down at his aunt. "If she sees you right away, she might get too overwhelmed or panicked after everything that happened."
Helen paused, considering his words. A sudden wave of maternal guilt washed over her; she knew her own high-strung anxiety and demanding nature might inadvertently pressure her traumatized daughter right now.
"You’re right" said Helen, letting out a soft sigh as she stepped back, looking up at him with immense gratitude. "Go on in, Alexander. Thank you so much for taking such good care of my daughter."
"Don’t mention it" said Alexander, turning his back to her as he reached for the doorknob.
A dark, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. As he pushed the door open and stepped into the dim room, he could still taste the lingering, metallic sweetness of Helen on his tongue, the thrilling reality of having just dominated both mother and daughter back-to-back settling deep into his chest.
He closed the door softly behind him, shutting out the rest of the house.
Amy was sitting up against the headboard, her hair messy and her eyes still slightly dazed. The moment her gaze landed on Alexander’s massive silhouette, the lingering fear in her expression instantly melted away, replaced by a radiant, genuine wave of happiness.
"Alexander" said Amy, her voice a breathless, happy whisper as she reached her hands out toward him.
Alexander walked over, pulling a chair close to the bedside and sitting down, his dark eyes scanning her pale face.
"How are you feeling?" asked Alexander, his tone deliberately measured and low.
"Exhausted... but safe" said Amy, a flush of crimson quickly rushing to her cheeks as the intense memories of what they had done in the front seat of the Shelby came flooding back to her mind. "I can still feel you inside me, Alexander. It was... incredible."
"Listen to me carefully, Amy" said Alexander, leaning forward, his voice turning into a serious, commanding rasp. "Nobody can ever find out about what happened between us in that car. Your mother and grandmother are right outside. If a single word of this gets out, it will ruin everything."
Amy looked down at her lap, her fingers twisting the edge of the blanket, but a stubborn, desperate spark remained in her eyes.
"I won’t say anything, I promise" said Amy, looking back up to meet his piercing gaze, her chest heaving slightly. "But... I don’t want that to be the last time, Alexander. I can’t stop thinking about how you took me. I want you again."
Alexander let out a low, gravelly chuckle, reaching out to gently cup her jaw, his thumb smoothing over her lower lip.
"We’ll find the time" said Alexander, his voice a deep, seductive promise that sent a shiver straight down her spine. "Next time, I’ll take you to a nice, private place to properly fuck you."
Alexander smiled, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, reassuring kiss that left her breathless before he slowly pulled away, his dark eyes locking onto hers with authority.
"I’m going to go get your mom now" said Alexander, his voice a low, commanding whisper as he stroked her cheek. "If they ask you about the shootout, don’t tell them much. You didn’t see anything. Your eyes were bandaged the entire time."
"Okay, I understand" said Amy, nodding quickly, though a dazed, admiring look took over her face as she looked up at his massive frame. "But you were incredible out there, Alexander. You were like a literal war machine... though now that I think about it, you’re a machine for both kinds of war."
Alexander let out a low, rough chuckle at her boldness, but before he could reply, Amy gripped the edge of the bedsheet and pulled it down. She spread her thighs wide right in front of him, using her fingers to part her outer lips, exposing her swollen, glistening opening to his gaze.
"I can still feel all of you inside me" said Amy, a needy whimper escaping her throat as she stared at him. "It still throbs."
"Soon, Amy, very soon" said Alexander, a dark, amused smirk crossing his face as he reached out to pull the sheet back over her legs. "Just keep your mouth shut for now."
He stood up, walked to the bedroom door, and opened it to let Helen in. The moment Helen stepped into the room, the soft, grateful atmosphere vanished, instantly replaced by a sharp, suffocating lecture.
"How could you be so incredibly reckless, Amy?!" asked Helen, her voice cracking with a volatile mix of anger and leftover terror as she stood over the bed. "Going out to those dangerous districts alone! Do you have any actual idea what you put us through?!"
Before Amy could even defend herself, the heavy thump of the silver-headed cane echoed in the doorway. Rachel stepped into the room, her stern, unyielding gaze instantly pinning her granddaughter to the mattress.
"Your mother is right" said Rachel, her cold voice slicing through the room like ice. "Sneaking out of this house without a word, running off into the night like a common street girl... that is beneath a decent young lady of this family. Look at the disgusting disgrace you brought upon yourself tonight."
The harsh, heavy scolding was too much to bear. Tears spilled down Amy’s cheeks, her shoulders shaking violently as she sobbed under the weight of their brutal judgments.
"Enough" said Alexander, stepping firmly between the bed and the two older women, his massive frame shielding Amy as his deep voice boomed with authority. "Calm down, both of you. Being targeted and kidnapped by human traffickers is not her fault. She is the victim here."
"I don’t care!" screamed Amy, her crying turning into rage as she violently threw the blankets off her body. "I hate it here! I’m leaving!"
Driven by pure, emotional adrenaline, Amy threw her legs over the edge of the bed and forced herself to stand up, determined to storm out of the room. But the moment her feet hit the hardwood floor, a sharp, white-hot flash of agony tore through her core—the brutal, exhausting aftermath of her very first time inside the Shelby slamming into her muscles all at once.
Her knees buckled, and a sharp cry of pain escaped her lips as she began to collapse toward the floor.
Alexander’s lethal reflexes kicked in instantly. He lunged forward, catching her limp body mid-air and pulling her tightly against his heavy chest, wrapping his powerful arms around her to keep her fully supported as she wept into his shoulder.
