Chapter 56

I slammed my door shut and leaned against it, my breath coming fast. My heart was racing, and my lips still burned from his kiss.

Rowan.

Why had he done that? Why had I let him? I was here for revenge. What was wrong with me? My fingers brushed over my lips, and a flood of warmth spread through me, unbidden and unwelcome.

No, I told myself firmly. This isn’t what I’m here for.

I was here to destroy them. To avenge. Not to get swept up in the heat of a kiss, no matter how it made me feel, no matter how much I still thought about the man that made it all happen. I shook my head, trying to clear the haze of confusion and longing that clouded my thoughts.

I paced the room, my mind racing. His words echoed in my head. “Tell me, Arin, what part of this feels wrong to you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the memory to go away. This wasn’t who I was. I wasn’t some silly girl who melted under the touch of a king. I was strong. I had a purpose. My purpose was to end the Alpha King Rowan. 

Still, the thought of him, the feel of him, lingered in my mind. His scent, his warmth, the raw hunger in his eyes. I shook my head again and turned toward the bed, determined to sleep and forget.

A sharp knock on the door startled me. My heart jumped into my throat, and I froze.

Who could it be at this hour?

I hesitated, then crossed the room, opening the door just a crack. My breath caught.

It was Rowan.

He stood there, his expression unreadable, but there was a fire in his eyes that made my knees weak.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was around.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he said simply, stepping forward and pushing the door open.

I stepped back, my pulse quickening. “You can’t be here,” I whispered. “What if someone sees you?”

“I don’t care,” he said, his voice low and rough. “I need to talk to you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Yes, there is,” he said, closing the door behind him. He stepped closer, and I took a step back, but there was nowhere to go.

I swallowed hard, my back pressing against the wall. “That kiss, it was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” he repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. He took another step closer, his body mere inches from mine. “Is that what you’re telling yourself to make it easier to lie to me?”

“I’m not lying,” I said, though the words felt hollow.

“Then why are you shaking?” he asked, his voice soft but intense.

I hadn’t even realized I was trembling. His hand came up, brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch sent a shiver down my spine.

“Stop,” I said weakly, but I didn’t move.

“Tell me to leave,” he said, his voice a whisper now. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll go.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The truth was, I couldn’t say it. I didn’t want him to go.

“Arin,” he murmured, his hand cupping my cheek. His thumb brushed against my skin, and I felt myself leaning into his touch, despite every voice in my head screaming at me to stop.

“Rowan…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His lips were on mine before I could say anything else.

His mouth moved against mine with a hunger that made my head spin. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me flush against him. My fingers found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft strands as I kissed him back with the same desperate need.

“Arin,” he whispered against my lips, his voice raw. “Tell me to stop.”

I couldn’t.

Instead, I pulled him closer, my body betraying every logical thought in my head.

He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. My heart raced as he laid me down, his weight pressing against me in a way that felt both overwhelming and right.

His lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands explored my body, each touch sending shivers through me.

“Rowan,” I murmured, my voice trembling.

“Tell me this isn’t what you want,” he said, his eyes searching mine.

I couldn’t lie. Not to him. Not to myself.

“I want this,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

That was all he needed.

His mouth claimed mine again, and I lost myself in him completely.

He pinned me against the nearest wall, trapping me with his hips. As we stood we kissed fervently, I could feel the hardness of his body on me.

His kisses made me shiver, the padding of his fingertips gliding across my skin had me curling her toes. I arched my back against the wall, giving him more and he took it all. I closed my eyes,  enjoying his skin against mine. Enjoying how he ravaged me with his tongue. His mouth traveling from my mouth, down to my chin before settling on my neck. 

I moaned as he didn't stop. He was taking me higher and higher every second. I wanted more, I needed more. It had been so long since I felt that wonderful feeling…. So so long ago since Rowan had touched me like that. 

"I want you now," I whispered to him as his hands travelled down my skirts. He lifted my skirts, his hand roughly pulling down my undergarments. I shivered slightly at the thought of him so close to me. So close to my throbbing pussy. 

Rowan ran his hands over every inch of my skin, teasing and taunting me with touches that barely grazed me. 

With my body pressed against the wall, my behind was raised high and exposed. Before I could realize what was going to happen next, Rowan was already pulling down his pants. I could see the bulge of his manhood underneath his undergarments. I couldn’t wait for him to take it all off as I reached for them and pulled, pulling it all off. 

Words escaped me as he his clothes fell and all of him was revealed to me. 

"Fuck... fuck..." I swallowed hard as he entered me.  For a split second, I thought I was losing my mind. 

His thrusts were fast as  slow at first, then fast. So so fast.  He teased me with his breath and the soft touch of his lips. 

"Rowan!" I shrieked, the pleasure almost too much for her to bear, my legs were trembling, my body was shaking with uncontrollable restraint as he ravaged me. 

But he wasn't stopping anytime soon. He just continued, ramming against me with sheer brute force.  With one hand holding me close to him and another on my breast, squeezing and fondling. 

"Please...." I begged. I buried my fingers in his hair, unable to withstand standing on my own two feet anymore.

I quirked and moaned and my legs shook so hard, Rowan threw one of my legs over his shoulder. He continued to work his magic and driving me insane. The harder he went into me me the faster I got closer. 

In that moment I had turned into a quivering mess, muttering incoherent words. 

Begging for a release. 

"Call my name. Tell me you're mine," Rowan said as he paused briefly, speaking only for a millisecond before he continued driving me wild. I mumbled gibberish, my world was upside down, nothing made sense, nothing but the inexplicable pleasure I was feeling and the feeling of Rowan’s dick pounding inside of me. 

My moans became growls, my growls became grunts and finally I let out a yell. My body seized and I felt his too as she repeated one thing, 'Rowan' over and over again. 

Rowan and I crumpled on the floor, spent from our rigorous activity. 

I was about to open my mouth to say something when I heard an urgent knock on my door. Fast and demanding.

I looked at Rowan in fear. 

Who could that be?! 

“Arin?! Lady Arin are you in there?!” It was Lucian’s voice. Loud and angry.

"Open the door!"