Wild, unhinged lust.
Without warning, Killian’s hand draws back, then lands on my ass one, two, three times, each smack stronger and louderthan the last. It burns then simmers, sending a wave of pleasure washing over me. My thighs begin to shake, and I call out, “Fuck!” I push my ass back into his palm, needing him to massage the sting away.
“Tell me you’re sorry.” Killian fists my hair, forcing my head up. This one is a gentle command. One I could ignore if I wanted.
Trying not to think about the gush of slick between my legs, I glare at Killian out of the corner of my eye. The desire to continue riling him up is strong, but the pressure between my legs is stronger. “Fine.” I lick my lips and his gaze falls to my mouth, watching my tongue poke out. “I’m sorry,” I hiss, making sure he knows I’m only saying it because he’s demanding it.
For a moment, Killian’s expression stays hard, his eyes narrowed and his jaw tight. But then the corners of his mouth lift, and a short, bitter laugh pushes from his chest. “You like being a brat. Don’t you?” His question is almost playful, catching me off guard.
Not sure how to answer, I press my mouth into a tight line. But before I can say anything, firm hands grip me under my arms. Killian lifts me, forcing me to sit on his lap. Slick soaks through my nightgown and all over the alpha’s jeans. He doesn't react to it, but Iknowhe can feel it.
“You took your punishment well.” Killian cups my cheek. His hand feels weirdly cool. It makes me realize just how flushed I am. Sweat covers my cheeks and forehead. “You’re a very good girl, Beth. I’m proud of you.”
Something like happiness blooms in my chest, followed quickly by a strange desire to hear the alpha praise me again.
What’s happening to me?
“Now,” Killian brings his face closer, ghosting his mouth over mine, “do you want me to make it feel better?”
The word “No” instantly pops into my head. I don’t want to feel better. I want to bathe in the pain and pleasure pulsingthroughout my body. As fucked up as it is, I want to savor the sensation.
It makes me feel alive.
I decide to say nothing.
“Fuck.” Killian’s nostrils flare, and he growls deep in his chest. “You smell too fucking good.” His hand moves from my face and into my hair. He grips the roots, tugging gently.
Goosebumps flash down my arms and up my back, and I arch my back. A gentle moan slips from my throat, and Killian kisses me softly. His lips brush over mine, feeling me and scenting me at the same time. It feels…amazing.
“See?” he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my face. “It’s not hard to obey. Is it?” Then he kisses me deeply. It’s intense and possessive, gripping my hair and tasting my mouth.
But I’m too angry to enjoy it.
It’s not hard to obey.
Burke said that to me that night. He stood over me, watching me bleed all over the floor. He called me a whore, mocking me for not obeying him.
It doesn’t matter what I do. Alphas will always want me to obey. To calm down, speak up, be quiet, wake up, sit down, and on and on and on. I will spend the rest of my life being pushed and pulled in every direction, at the mercy of an alpha that will never be happy with me. Whether it be Burke, or Killian, or some unknown pack, I will never be able to just exist.
And I fucking hate them all for it.
Killian moans into my mouth, and I bite down hard. I catch the tip of his tongue between my teeth, making the alpha rear back. “What the fuck?” He releases me, and I run.
My legs shake, my knees struggling to hold me up. There’s slick everywhere.
“Goddamnit!” Killian snatches me around the waist, pulling me off the floor.
I reach out, trying to reach for the door, but it’s no use.
“Stop fighting me!” Killian commands as he drops me onto the center of the bed. My body obeys and I go completely limp. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” He crawls over me, his big body completely covering mine.
At least he’s still clothed…for now.
“Can’t you see that we want to take care of you?” He holds himself over me, his big cock pushing at the front of his pants. It’s just a matter of time before he frees it and shoves it inside me. The thought makes me shiver, and something like excitement washes over me. I frown, confused.
I don’t want him to rut me,I silently tell myself. But my pussy is already throbbing, eager to be stuffed and used.
“I know you’ve been hurt.” Killian cups my cheek. “You’re used to violence and hate, but all we want is for you to be happy.” His tender words slice through me, and tears burn the back of my eyes.
