Bitch
With every second that passed, I could feel everything sweet and good between us slowly start to ebb away. My breathing came out ragged and every ounce of the man I’ve become came rushing back in. Common sense. That’s what it was. Realization about how weak I’d been in such a short time washed over me. I’d spent years building the wall that would keep Adealine out and with just a few words it started to crumble. I cracked my neck and mentally started building that wall again.
The Alpha’s scent itched at my brain, clawed at my insides, and after tonight, I’d track him down. This was a small human town. I’d find him and when I did, I’d enjoy making him regret ever coming near her. It didn’t help that she was always around men at night, at her day job, but now I knew they made their way into her home, and I was no different.
Adealine turned around, but I was too blinded by the rage that was brewing. There were already two men on my list—one a mystery, the other, security. It wasn’t even the bartender, I’d looked into him when I saw her talking to him. No, this scent, this one was new. And he’d been in her apartment, the same one she wanted to take me into. Did she honestly expect me to join her in her room? In her bed? The same one she’d had him in? I’ve known her for lifetimes and even though I know she couldn’t remember me, she should still fucking know me.
Not only had she brought him into her home, her den, her safe space, I don’t know how many other goddess-damned men she’s brought in here. I fucked someone else to spite her and I enjoyed that I hurt her. Knowing it affected her pleased me. I don’t have a fucking right to be jealous, but I am. Unfiltered hate for these men fill me. The need to rip their limbs from their body, to cut off their cocks and feed it to them, to kill, pulses through my body.
I want her to watch as I end them all.
Will she finally get it then?
My eyes trail over the room behind her. Every position they could have had her in comes to mind, every kiss they would have shared, every touch they would have stolen from what’s mine. This apartment was an infestation of memories of useless men for her and I was no better. She still treated me without thought, without care, and I was a dumb ass for falling for her tricks. My hands ball into fists as she stares up at me with those brown eyes that promise she can do no wrong.
If Adealine wants to be treated like a whore…
Then I’ll give her what she wants.
I yank free of her grasp and her eyes widen into saucers. Shoving her in the chest, she stumbles back and I step into her apartment. Leaving the door open, I have no plans of staying long. She starts to fall, but I grab her and toss her against the wall. Her back connects first and then her head falls forward. I don’t bother taking my hoodie off.
“What’s going on?” She asked.
“I’m giving you what you want,” I growled.
She whimpers as our eyes lock. The look on my face, the expression there, can she also read me? In a flash, my hard body is pressed against hers. I grab her thighs and lift her up. She doesn’t say anything else as she wraps her legs around my waist. Ignoring that look in her eye and the pain in my chest, I stare down at the space between us.
“Take my cock out,” I demanded.
She doesn’t say anything as her fingers fumble with my pants. I move my hips back and when I’m free, she brings my tip to her center. Lining it up, her fingers trail down my length. The hair on the back of my neck stands and my heart thrums. I like her hands on me. She wants to take her time, wants to touch me, feel me.
I don’t want that.
“Hurry up,” I snarled.
Her fingers froze and she leaned back, pushing her pussy toward me. My tip slid into her, her wet warmness causing a groan to fall from my lips. She moved closer, forcing my thick girth into her. A tear rolled down her cheek, but I ignored it. Dropping my eyes to where we were connected. She pulled back and a sheen of wetness coated part of my cock. She didn’t want me, she just wanted to get fucked. I knew this was all a charade, but still, I fell for it.
“Get yourself off. I want to watch you take what you want,” I said harshly.
“Please, Shane. I can’t bear it,” she whimpered.
“You don’t want me?” I asked, my voice breaking.
Hating myself for it, hating myself for falling into her trap again, I still couldn’t leave. I couldn’t without giving her what she fucking wanted. Clearing it, I leaned down until my lips were next to her ear. She turned her head so her temple rested against my nose. The temptation to lick her was too strong. I nibbled on her earlobe and she let out a shuttered breath.
“I do, Shane, I do. Please,” she whispered.
“You know how much I like it when you beg,” I murmured back.
“Take me. Fuck me. Please,” she begged.
It was hard to deny her. Harder than it was to deny myself. Without hesitation, I slammed into her, her body sliding up the wall as her cunt squeezed my cock like a fist. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I released one of her thighs and put it on the wall. Pulling out of her, she whimpered before I drove into her again. Fucking her felt like a reunion.
I hated it.
I hated it.
And I fucking loved it.
Her body bounced with every thrust. I fucked her harder. She moaned with every thrust of my hips and I grunted as she squeezed. She had my cock in a vice and every time I withdrew from her, it sucked me back in, refusing to let me go. My balls drew tight and I wanted to paint her walls with my seed. Needed to fill her up. Needed my cum to drip from her so no one questioned to whom she belonged.
She threw her head back as I slammed into her as she came. I lifted her thigh and placed it on my shoulder, causing her body to curl. Her moans turned to screams as I hit a new spot while she was writhed. I groaned as I chased euphoria.
So sensitive.
So easy to please.
So cruel.
She squeezed my cock as she came again. Her little body convulsed as I slammed into her over and over again as everything went black and then stars danced across my vision. She moaned, my name a prayer on her lips as my cum rushed up my length. I bottomed out and my jaw fell slack as she took every last drop.
She slumped against me. Before I could fall victim to my urge to pick her up in my arms, I released her. Pulling out of her, I put my cock away, and ran my hand through my hair. She used the wall as her support and stared up at me. I cursed, turned from her and walked out the door before I could do anything I could regret.
Like falling to my knees and nuzzling against her like an obedient bitch.
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