Scrubbing at her damp cheeks with the back of one hand, she continued to dress Elise. Thoughts of that other life, of a rescue that would never come, of the man responsible for all of this kept creeping back. She had to get a hold of herself, to keep her eyes trained on what lie ahead and in getting there. Getting Elise out of this hellhole safe. Growl mocking and playful when Elise refused to bend her knee to go into the one piece pajama, Quinn dipped down to blow a raspberry on the soft expanse of rounded baby belly.
They would get out of here. They had to.
Choosing to ignore Ilya for the moment, Quinn cooed and purred over her daughter. Snapping the pearly buttons up the front of the onesie, she couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled free. Elise’s pink cheeks swelled with a gummy smile, little fists bunching the soft fabric covered in blocky pastel dinosaurs. Snagging a kicking leg, Quinn pretended to bite a chubby thigh before scooping Elise up to put her in the crib.
“He scares me,” Quinn whispered while putting Elise down, petting her small chest to calm her. Letting her gaze drift up to the fanciful mobile, Quinn stared unseeing at the plush clouds and stars dangling from a crescent moon. “He bites harder every time. Talks about claiming me while he’s... He says awful things about what he’s going to do to me when I’m in heat again and—”
“Stop,kiska. Do not worry so.”
Sensing him coming closer, Quinn turned to face him. Arms outstretched and braced along the crib, she shielded Elise from him. Her lip lifted in a snarl, giving voice to a daring growl that was met with a sudden chill to match the frigid blue of Ilya’s eyes.
“It’s so easy for you to say that,” she hissed, feet sliding further apart, taking a stand against the Alpha who loomed over her from feet away. “It’s not your body he’s using. Not your mind he’s destroying. And she’s not your daughter!”
Ilya seemed to grow before her eyes, the breadth of his chest expanded as he breathed deep. Inches added to his impressive height as he lifted his chin, staring down his nose at her. The scent of cinnamon became hot, burning the back of her throat with the acrid taste as he descended upon her. Quinn didn’t even have time to gasp before Ilya snatched her up against his body, three quick strides carrying them out of the room. Leaving Elise drifting off into sleep as he closed the door with a resounding silence.
“Not another word,” Ilya growled in her ear when she would have cried out as his arm tightened. A band of iron at her back holding Quinn to his chest, he took them into her bedroom.
Then she was falling. Crashing to the floor with a stifled shriek of pain as her knees and elbows connected with the plush carpeting. Skin abraded red and raw, she tried to scramble away. His bulk followed her, his full weight slamming into her. Crushing her to the floor, he pushed his face hard against her neck and let loose a growl that was as insidious as it was obscene.
The call rattled down her spine, twisting its way through her bones. Every nerve coming alive, sensation sparked across her skin. Snarling, resisting the way her body wanted to arch and press against the hard bulge he ground against her ass, Quinn squirmed and kicked. Every flinch and jostle was met with violence, in the call that grew louder and more intense, in the way he crushed her into the soft carpet.
With a final shudder of defeat as he licked a long line from shoulder to ear, Quinn went limp, gasping against the fluffy pile.
“Always you resist,” Ilya said through the growl, thighs wedging between her legs so he could rut against her. Groaned as he felt her copious slick penetrating his pants as it soaked through her jeans, his hands forcing their way under her ribs and up to maul her breasts with rough fingers. “You challenge, knowing you cannot win. Why,kiska?”
Quinn whined, the sound as needy and desperate as her pussy that clenched over air. Her hips bucked into his slow thrusts, urging him faster, demanding the roughness her body craved. Lee had done his job well. The near constant attention had her senses ready to explode, the merest hint of a virile Alpha enough to tumble her into an abyss of sensation. Yet she did resist Ilya when she could. She snarled, twisted, scratched, and kicked until he forced her to stillness.
All because he liked it. He enjoyed the chase, no matter how small it was. Loved the fight even more when he had to restrain her, demanding her submission. The gleam in his eye told her each time that it was the perfect game.
It wasn’t as if she could admit that to him though, so she lifted her lip in a snarl and dug her knees into the floor. Shoving her ass into him, she rolled her hips to stroke that thick bulge. Painted him with her slick, growl fading into a wanton moan as she dropped her head and shoulders. Presenting to the dominant male, arms stretched out before her to give her the leverage she needed to rock back into him.
The sound that vibrated through his chest was menacing, an ominous threat of what was to come. Then he was flipping her over, slamming her back to the floor before Quinn could even focus on the spinning room. Forcing her legs wide until her hips groaned in agony, he ground the throbbing ridge of his cock against her. Wedged the thick seam of fabric deep into her folds, pushing it up along her slit to torment the pulsing nub of flesh.
“This is how I will take you,kiska,” Ilya husked, burying his face back in her neck. Squeezing her breast and side in a painful grip to pull her into the powerful movement of his hips, he mimicked the act he promised. “You will look upon me, praise my strength as I fuck you into oblivion.”
In seconds he had the waist of her pants in his fists. Tearing the fabric away, he shredded the soft cotton with ease. Flinging it aside, her shirt was next, a useless scrap of cloth when he was done. This wasn’t the same as last time. The raging heat in his eyes didn’t promise a quick face fuck. It threatened so much more than that, and as he leaned back on his heels to take in her naked body, a sliver of fear snaked down her spine. This had gone too far already, and she had no idea how to make her way back to safer ground. The grating rasp of his zipper once he gained his feet was somehow terrifying and exhilarating, sending Quinn’s heels skidding over the carpet as she tried to crawl away even as her gaze remained fixed on the object standing proud and hard from his gaping pants. One heavy boot planted against her thigh brought her to a stuttering halt, rough rubber sole digging into tender flesh as he pried her open. Forcing her leg to the floor, he bent to growl in her face.
“Spread,” he said, the rough timbre of his voice reverberating with the command. As if to further underscore the position she found herself in, he added a call that sent her reeling.
“Ilya, please.” It was a plaintive whine, the last of her will sifting through her fingers as she complied. Free leg easing away in a slow crawl, she spread herself wide for him. Bared everything as her cheeks flushed and slick dripped from her. The sweet scent flooded the room as her body pulsed and sent a fresh rush of her arousal trickling down the cleft of her ass.
“Spread!”
Flinching at the harsh bark that pounded into her skull demanding obedience, she pushed her legs wider until it felt she was little more than a wishbone ready to snap under the weight of his boot. Still it wasn’t enough, the sharp edge of his teeth bared. The fury in his expression was matched by the depth of his growl.
“Open that little cunt now!”
“Ilya… Please,” Quinn sobbed as her shoulders hunched with submission. He vibrated with an energy she didn’t trust, afraid to push him even that scant inch too far by not following his instruction. Fingers drifting down to pull back slick flesh, she swallowed another ragged sound. Something between fear, anger, and desire twisted through her, pulsing low in her belly as her thighs clenched in reflex. The heat of arousal burned her fingers, her grip slipping with the proof of her excitement as she avoided meeting his eyes. The flush of shame swirling with need felt too hot, searing her cheeks and chest.
“Fuck yourself,kiska. Show me.”
A surreptitious glance showed her too much and yet not enough. He stood over her, chest heaving with his panting breaths, each exhalation a low growl. The thick length of his cock, throbbing and leaking his excitement, was caught tight in his fist, but he didn’t stroke it. Staring at her exposed pussy, the blistering intensity of his gaze centered on where her shaking hands pinched back pink flesh.
Uncertain of what he intended, the tension in his huge body set her on edge. She closed her eyes and turned her head aside, one small act of rebellion as she shoved a hand between her legs and sent her fingertips to make a jerky play over her clit. Her moan was ragged, hips twitching against the strain of being held so open.
“Net! Show me,” Ilya roared, his boots rasping against her calves as he shifted closer.
Perhaps it was her hoarse whine or the way her hips rose in offering, folds wet and rosy with desire as she presented it to him with a pleading moan. Whatever it was, the change was instantaneous.
