LILA
My eyes slam shut, legs trembling like a fucking leaf. Hell, not just my legs-my whole damn body is shaking from his touch. Fuck, I hate this. I hate him. But my body? My fucking traitorous body is begging for more. More of his goddamn torture. I'm supposed to loathe him, despise his very existence, yet here I am, my body swapping every ounce of hate with lust. Pure, filthy, fucked-up lust.
Fuck this!
I press my thighs together tight, but I can still feel him. His fingers, right there, teasing my pussy like he owns it.
"You like this, don't you?" His voice is all rough and dirty, dripping with that cocky-ass smirk. I don't even need to open my eyes to know he's grinning like the asshole he is. His fingers? Still playing with my nipples like they're his fucking personal playthings.
I gulp, trying to speak, but fuck, my voice is gone. Stolen. Maybe I don't even want to say shit.
"Say it!" He snaps, and then, pinch. My nipple screams, and I scream with it.
"Fuck! Arghhh!" The sound rips out of me, part pain, part pleasure, all of it wrapped in his fucked-up games.
"I want words, you little hornet." His fingers tighten, sending another wave of that electrifying pain through me. I gasp, my body jerking. Hell, I should be begging him to stop. But deep down? Fuck, I want him to keep going.
"Yes, Alpha Rafael," I whisper, barely able to hold onto any shred of control. My voice? It's trembling like I'm seconds from breaking.
He fucking laughs, like this is all a big joke to him. "You're not supposed to enjoy this, hornet." His hand clamps around my neck, hard and rough, squeezing just enough to remind me who the hell's in charge here.
"You're supposed to suffer, just like I did. Feel every ounce of hurt. Every bit of the fucking pain I went through." His voice is a growl now, and he leans in close, his breath hot and threatening. "You're supposed to feel the same fucking agony."
The room is dead silent. Wedding night? Yeah, they said it's supposed to be special, something to remember. Well, guess what? This one's unforgettable, alright. I'm being punished for some bullshit crime I didn't commit, and he's making damn sure I don't forget it.
I press myself against the wall, gasping for air, my chest heaving, struggling to fucking breathe.
"Lila, beg!" Lola's voice rings in my head.
"Please..." I manage to choke out, my eyes locking with his, pleading. Fuck, I don't even know what I'm begging for anymore. For him to fuck me? To end this torture? I'm not even sure. All I know is, I need something. Anything.
That smug fucking grin stretches across his face. He looks at me like I'm the prize he's been waiting to claim. Like he's finally fucking won. And maybe I am. Maybe he has.
His eyes mock me, remind me that I'm his toy. His plaything. His to do with as he pleases. My breath catches, and for a second, pride flares inside me. I want to slap that fucking grin off his face. I want to tell him I'll never bow to him, that he'll never fucking own me.
But how the fuck do I say that when my pussy's soaking wet for him? When every touch sends shivers through me, begging for more?
He lets go of my neck, and his eyes roam over me, slow and predatory, like I'm his damn meal. And I am. I fucking am. Goddess help me.
Without a word, he lifts me like I weigh nothing and tosses me onto the bed.
"Spread your fucking legs, hornet."
My heart damn near stops. Is he really gonna fuck me? My body's trembling, every nerve on fire at the thought of him inside me, fucking me into oblivion.
His eyes? Dark as night and twice as dangerous, never leaving mine. His presence looms over me like he's the fucking king of the world, and I'm just his obedient little slut, laid out before him. No softness, no care-just raw, brutal dominance.
Slowly, almost against my will, I part my legs. My body's betraying me, desperate for the release he's holding back. But shit, I'm scared too. Terrified of what's coming. I hate him. I hate every inch of him. But goddamn it, I want him too.
"Good girl." His voice drips with satisfaction, low and dangerous, as his eyes drink me in.
He kneels between my thighs, gripping my hips so hard I swear he's leaving bruises. His touch is possessive, claiming me like I'm his property. His eyes lock onto mine as he lowers his head, his breath hot against my skin, teasing, making me squirm.
"Tell me what you fucking want, hornet."
A soft moan slips from my lips, my body arching into his touch. Fuck, is this what torture feels like? "I... I want you, Alpha Rafael," I stutter, shame flooding me as I meet his gaze, my voice barely a whisper.
He laughs again, a cruel, mocking sound that makes my blood boil. "You think I'm gonna fuck you?" His words are a slap in the face, reminding me that I'm not getting what I want.
"Only good girls get fucked, you little slut. You'll beg for it, but you're not getting shit from me. Not now. Not like this." His eyes flash with hatred. "This is about teaching you a lesson. A reminder of the monster your bitch of a mother created."
I want to shove him off, tell him to go to hell, but before I can move, his fingers slide between my legs, brushing against my aching, soaked pussy. I gasp, my back arching off the bed, my body desperate for more, but fuck, it's never enough.
His fingers plunge into me, rough and relentless, and I fucking roar.
I can feel my orgasm building, fast and unstoppable, like a fucking tidal wave. I'm so close. So fucking close.
But right when I'm about to shatter, when I'm about to explode, he pulls away.
"You don't fucking deserve to cum for me, hornet," he growls, his eyes cold, heartless, as he watches me, shaking and breathless beneath him.
And fuck, I hate him. I hate him so fucking much.