Page 13 of Cruel Alpha Bully

Lust begins to burn inside me, just as intensely as it did when I was back in high school, watching him from a distance. So far, being this close to him, touching him, all of it, has been torture.

He doesn’t really want me.

“This marriage isn’t real,” I stammer, my old stutter returning as pain and rejection cut through both my anger and my lust.

I see emotion flash in Bae’s eyes, but I don’t know what it means. I can definitely feel something emanating from him. It feels like he’s just as attracted to me as I am to him.

This can’t be happening. He doesn’t care.

Suddenly, Bae grabs my upper arms and pulls me against his chest. Before I know what’s happening, his lips are pressed up against mine, and all thought and doubt are obliterated by the shock of his hot mouth.

Any arousal I felt for him previously is eclipsed by the sudden white-hot rush of lust that floods through me. It’s as if every single inch of my skin has come alive and is hypersensitive. I press my body against his and wrap my arms around him, running my hands along his back as I fall into his kiss.

Bae’s hands are all over me, too. He squeezes my ass and pulls me against him, making me writhe and thrust my hips towards him. When he grips my waist and bends me backwards, my head falls back, and I open my mouth even wider so he can kiss me more deeply.

Small, helpless moans are rising in my throat, being answered by growls that rumble from deep inside Bae’s chest. I can feel his hunger, his need. The grip of his hands gets tighter as his kisses become even more passionate. I can feel all the resistance in me melting away.

Take me! Oh, fuck yes, take me!

The arousal pounding inside me throbs and burns, begging to be satisfied. I thrust my hips towards him again, and he grabs my ass, squeezing me as he crushes me against his body. Moaning in ecstasy, I wrap my arms around him and reach up with my lips, tangling my tongue with his.

The world drops away from me. All my pain and doubt fall away, and I submit to my own emotions as well as to Bailey’s kisses.

I want this!

I’ve wanted him for so long, I can’t hold back.

Bae’s hands find my breasts, and he groans as he pulls me against him with one arm and squeezes me firmly with the other. Low cries burst from my mouth at every touch, and they are swallowed by his kiss.

“Gina,” he whispers very softly.

It breaks the spell. The sound of his voice speaking my name shocks me back to reality.

What am I doing?

I grab his shoulders and shove him away, staggering so badly, I hit the door behind me and smack against it. My heart is hammering, and my head is swimming, but now it’s got nothing to do with lust.

My chest feels cold. I feel shivery and scared, like I’m about to cry.

No! Please, no, anything but that!

“What’s wrong?” Bae’s confused expression and gentle tone pain me even more. He really doesn’t seem angry at all, just concerned about me.

A joke. Just like everything between us is a terrible joke.

“I can’t,” my voice comes out as a breathy whisper. “This isn’t right.”

Before he can say anything else, I turn and run up the stairs, charging straight to the bathroom and locking the door behind me. I sit on the edge of the tub, my arms wrapped around myself as I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down.

That was the hottest kiss of my whole damn life!

My nipples still feel hard and tingly, and the throbbing and aching deep inside me has not settled down in the slightest. I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything.

But right beside that desire is a horrible fear that strikes right through my soul. He’s already destroyed me once. How much worse would it be to give myself to him, my body as well as my heart, only to be shamed and rejected all over again?

I could not cope. I really couldn’t.

Hot tears prick at the edges of my eyes, and I let them come. He’s still the same jerk he always was. I’m just a conquest, something for him to own and possess.

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