WHEN a prey was about to be attacked by a predator it had two options: run or hide. Unfortunately in her case, she had no choice but to stay still. Her previous attempts were all epic failures and the only available way to her great escape was to deliberately seduce him. The situation was chaotic, yet she knew this was her reverse card.
"Alpha..." Laya called out in a sultry, seductive voice.
"You can't stop me now." He discarded the restraint, freeing her feet from the cold chains.
"No one's stopping you."
"Touché. But you need to understand that a bad girl deserves to be punished."
"You don't scare me," Laya snarled. "I'd been punished all my life."
"Such courage you have, huh?"
He swiftly pulled her by the waist and positioned her onto his lap and made her straddle him. Her exposed s*x and lady vamp that was still creampied only ignited the thrilling passion and sent waves of sensation on his aching shaft. He was damn aroused; he needed to fuck her dastardly.
"I hate to break it to you, but I was fully trained to be one."
"Exactly the reason why I rooted for you."
"Enough of this nonsense chat. I want you to punish me now." A moan fell out of her lips.
Without ceremony, Thorn trailed hot, wet kisses on her bare shoulders, and then he stopped. His big, sturdy physique was towering over her and she could smell his hot, fresh breath. It was fanning against her burning cheeks. Soon, he framed both of them in his palms, allowing her to sniff the scent diffusing from his fingers. It reeked off her juices; she could almost taste herself. Shit.
"You're one hell of a rogue," he whispered against her lips.
"And you're just a drop in the bucket, Thorn Brotovia."
"Jabs won't stop me from fucking you deep balls. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. Don't deny it."
He hated to admit it, but his inner wolf was slavering over her heady, intoxicating scent. It was a potion of tangy pride and willful prejudice. Rebellious and savage, still, he loved her frenzy attitude from day one.
"You're fucking wet, Laya."
"I'm dripping wet because of you."
She rocked her hips, grinding herself against his crotch. Laya felt his hard-as-stone member twitched inside his sweatpants as if begging for deep gratification. She smiled through her thick, long lashes, and batted her eyes seductively.
"Tell me how much you wanted this," Thorn rasped. His other hand strumming over the lips of her femininity.
Laya managed to smirk and replied, "Shut up and f*ck me."
She saw how his hooded, heavily lusted eyes glinted with disgust. His jaw clenched as his grip on her face went rigid. He may be an alpha to others, but not to her. She's had enough dealing with domineering freaks! She didn't want to go back and sit at the table where respect was not served. For once, she wanted to be the woman on top! The next thing she knew, he was carrying her in his stellar, steely arms. Shocked by his quick reflexes, she had to conceal the amazement by squeezing her eyes shut.
But as he strode to god-knows-where, Laya thought of squirming or even running away through the doorway at first. However, she felt something unfamiliar—a blanket of security inside his embrace. The smoldering heat radiating from his body was wiping her doubts. . . limb by limb. . . inch by inch. Bitch! Absurd it may seem, but she had never felt that safe in the past twenty years of her life. No! She just had to play along with the dickhead alpha.
What the fuck is wrong with me? What's with this yearning all about? Put yourself and your coochie all together, flirt!
"Fling your arms around my neck," he ordered. Highlighting every word with absolute, irking authority.
She fluttered her eyes open and did what she was told. "D'you mean like this?"
She enclosed her hands around his neck before strangling him instead. It was a chokehold he didn't expect; he could only growl heavy expletives internally. She continued to keep a close eye on him as his cheeks got crimson. She was thoroughly loving how entertaining it was to witness his suffering. In a short while, they had entered a room with low lighting, and he swiftly pressed her against the floor. He quickly massaged his throat, desperately trying to get his normal breathing back.
Damn this rogue!
"Ouch!"
"That's not funny. Don't dare do it again." He reminded himself not to murder the pesky rogue.
His passive-aggressive face plashed danger, and she immediately pulled her attention back to the game. She stood up, held her chin with confidence, and walked toward him. The alpha glared at her, setting the atmosphere to be extra psychedelic. Curling her arms around his hips, she stepped onto his foot before brushing her lips on the tip of his nose.
"I'm ready to be," she stopped mid-sentence, swabbed her bosoms against the hard planes of his chest then pressed on, "your slave, alpha."
"But not subservient enough to follow my rules."
"They are made to be broken, sir." She opposed softly, inaudibly.
"Not in my territory."
In a long, quick stride he deposited her on an X-frame that was firmly attached to the wall. Laya was too stunned to speak and could only watch how his biceps moved. Her eyes were fixated on his tattoos running up and down his arm which were as stunning as daybreak. Thorn briskly grabbed one of her wrists and secured it to the restraining points before doing the same with the other one. Next, he paid attention to her ankles and latched them up too.
"Why am I being locked up again?"
"Sold items are not allowed to complain." His voice was stern, his gaze was wicked, luminous.
She inhaled her small gasps when his hand crept into the hem of her peignoir. Alpha Thorn caressed her inner thighs, tracing his fingers against her wet slit again while he rubbed his member against her well-toned derriere. She could only gasp even more.
"Safeword," he breathed, nipping at the shell of her ear now.
"W-what?" Laya muttered, perplexed.
"Choose your safeword, Laya."
However, she had never heard an order like that before. She had no idea what he was trying to say, so she pondered what it would be. It took her some time before she recollected herself and finally found a perfect one.
"Pizza and strawberry smoothie," she mumbled.
Thorn let out a sexy chuckle before yanking her head up, making their eyes collide. They stayed in that position and her stomach abruptly grumbled. He tried to act cool when in reality he wanted to burst out laughing. He had no idea a kink could be this hilarious. His seductive prey was really something. Damn.
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