Page 55 of Brutal Surrender

“I took the omega blockers this morning. They’ll be working now.”

He steps into me. My breath flutters.

“So you won’t be aroused by me anymore,” he states.

“Mmhm.”

Uh oh. I can see the smolder of desire in his eyes, and it’s having an effect on me. What the hell? Did I take some defective omega blockers?

“Those weren’t placebos you gave me?” I question.

“They were not, but why are you doubting them?”

My pulse has quickened. My senses are attuned to everything about him, especially his nearness. “J-just asking,” I sputter.

His other hand goes to my lower back, jerking me even closer. I’m pressed against his hard body. And something else that’s hard. A familiar craving pulses between my legs. This can’t be.

“Are they not working?” he inquires, still holding my cheeks so I can’t look away.

If I say they aren’t, then I’m admitting my body is responding to him.

“We should be sure,” he says before releasing my face. Lowering his head, he kisses the side of my neck.

I quiver. His lips move gently, sensuously over me. His breath, warm and enticing upon my skin, make me feel weak and invigorated at the same time.

He takes a mouthful of my neck, and a moan escapes me. It’s useless to fight it. He knows. He always knows when I’m aroused.

Threading his fingers through my hair, he yanks my head back and kisses my throat. My breath turns ragged. How can a sadistic motherfucker kiss like this? Is he like this with other women?

By the time his mouth makes it to the other side of my neck, I’m ready to give all of my body to him.

As if sensing this, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed. After laying me down, he sears his lips back onto my neck. My back arches. My nipples brush against his chest. He reaches beneath my dashiki to palm a breast. Desire courses through me, head to toe, skin to bone.

His mouth works my neck until I’m a puddle of nerves yearning for our bodies to join as one. He drops his hand from my breast to my panties, sliding into them to fondle my sex. My eyelids flutter as he rubs me. I gush for him.

“Are you sure you took the omega blockers?” he asks before curling his fingers into me.

I whimper. “They’re not working.”

“Maybe I should look into an extra-strength formulations for omegas like you.”

I nod before stifling a cry when his fingers find the sensitive spot. I’m helpless to do anything except submit to his caresses.

He licks the side of my face and whispers in my ear, “Or maybe you just can’t resist my cock, no matter how strong I can make the omega blockers.”

“That— That’s a terrible prospect,” I pant.

“Is it? Don’t I make it feel good for you?”

I groan. Why does everything work in his favor?

“Don’t you want it now?” he asks.

I bite down on my lower lip. He withdraws his hand to unbuckle his pants. He pulls out his cock and pushes it against me. The panties remain between us. My hips press themselves to him, wanting his penetration.

“Just say the word, baby girl.”

“Please.”

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