LILA
Mom sat facing us, I could tell from her expression that she was going to break down any time soon.
His eyes are on me, cold, icy and devilish. He bent much to my level, his gaze never leaving mine. His looks are like a warning, like they were informing me of what was going to happen soon.
His hands touched my face, tilting my chin up with one finger, and I looked at him, like I was what? A fucking slave. A pet. A sex toy. This is what Alpha Rafael had reduced my worth to, nothing but a darn slave.
"I hate you," I couldn't tell where the courage came from, but darn! It needed to be said.
One minute he was staring at me, the next without warning, he seized me by my neck, his once icy gaze turned hot, like a fiery fire. I gasped, for breathe... My eyes meeting with my mom of she could help me. But darn it, she was helpless, just like I was in the hands of this cold monster.
I couldn't breathe, he had his hands wrapped around my neck, and had me gasping for air.
My gaze met his, pleading for his hands to let me go... His looks, his gaze. Demon.
He released me, and I gulped down ragged breaths, struggling to steady myself as I choked on the air.
"Next time she dares to talk back, should I throw her into the dungeon with you?" His words were razor-sharp, each syllable cold and calculated as he shifted his gaze to my mother.
She broke down completely, tears glistening as they slipped down her cheeks. It was one thing to break Linda Cooper, but another to see her cry-and Rafael had managed both. Damn him.
"Please..." Her voice cracked as she pleaded, a fragile whisper of desperation.
I looked down at him, this monster-no, this psychopath parading as a person. And I swore, silently, that one day, I'd make him pay.
One day. One time.
He laughed, a dark, devilish sound that echoed through the room and sent chills racing down my spine. Then, without warning, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking it so hard I thought he'd tear it from my scalp.
I let out a sharp cry, the pain searing through me. My eyes shut tight, and hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't deserve this. What had I done to earn this torment? I silently begged the moon goddess for answers.
Then, he pulled down his briefs, revealing his dick-and I felt a chill of fear twist in my stomach. He was massive, long and thick. There was no freaking way that could fit into my mouth or was I...
I didn't get to finish my imaginations, before his command came.
My mind raced, but his harsh command broke through my thoughts. "Open."
My mouth parted instinctively. I couldn't help it; that commanding Alpha voice demanded obedience, forcing my submissions. Don't blame me, blame his darn Alpha voice for making people obey. Was it just people or me alone?
He thrust deep, forcing my mouth to stretch around him, filling me completely. My eyes watered, each breath growing tighter. He didn't relent, pushing until I could barely breathe, feeling the pressure build in my throat. Gagging me.
"See that, Linda? Watching her take it all in? Oh, damn," he murmured, his voice a low, devilish growl. Hot tears traced down my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to adjust to him. But just as I found a rhythm, he tilted my head back, sliding further in, and groaned-a deep, guttural sound that sent a shiver through me. A fucking groan, but why was it having having this bloody effect on me?
"You're such a good little pet," Rafael taunted, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. The mockery in his voice cut deeper than any physical pain he inflicted.
He pulled back only slightly, just to shove it in right immediately, forcing me to adjust with each movement. I gasped, feeling a mix of sensations-discomfort mingling with an undeniable, confusing thrill. Was I gasping for breath, or was it the fact that I was choking ? I couldn't even tell.
I glanced at my mother across the room. She was standing silently, expression frozen, her eyes locked on mine, filled with fear and sorrow. She looked as if she'd been forced into her place, powerless to intervene. This was the woman who had raised me, sacrificed everything when my father passed. I was her jewel, her only daughter, the one she had sheltered and cherished. She had sent me to the best schools, determined that I would succeed, that I would have a future beyond the borders of our world, and at seventeen I was done with college, that was how smart I was. But now, here I was, enduring something I couldn't have imagined.
His grip tightened, his voice low and rough. "Look at you. Just a pretty, obedient thing, aren't you?"
He rammed into my mouth, saying pretty dirty words. Calling me his freaking slut and all I could do was what, gag. Gag on his fucking cock.
His pace Increased, fucking increased, and from his groan, I could tell he was close.
One minute I was still assuming, the next, I felt hot liquid burned through my throat. And then he let go of my hair as he pulled out his mighty cock which was dripping with his cum.
"Lick it clean," that was his order, and I did as he said... Enjoying it. Damn! But it was wrong right.
"Are you enjoying their Linda? Watching her suck my cock?"
"Isn't this a nice sight? Watching her take everything I give her?" His voice was taunting, filled with the cruel satisfaction he took in our helplessness. I barely heard him, too focused on holding myself together, keeping my head high despite the humiliation. This was my reality now-one I hadn't chosen, but one I would endure.
My throat was sore, and I doubt I would be able to talk properly.