Page 13 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

As I poured out the painful truths of my past to Octavio, each word felt like a heavy burden being lifted from my shoulders, yet at the same time, it dredged up memories that I had long tried to bury.

“He’s... he’s Alpha of the Bratva, and he’s been trying to sell me off to Damien, one of their mobsters, to pay for a debt he owes.”

Octavio listened in silence, his expression a mask of unwavering attention as I recounted the horrors that had haunted me for so long. I could see the flicker of concern in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of my words.

“The thought of being handed over to Damien...” I faltered, the memories clawing at the edges of my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. “It’s... it’s like a nightmare coming to life. I can’t... I can’t bear the thought of it. I couldn’t stay, Octavio,” I confessed, tears welling in my eyes as the memories threatened to overwhelm me. “I had to run to escape from the darkness that threatened to consume me. And so, my mother and I… we ran, leaving everything behind in search of a better life.”

As I spoke, a sense of relief washed over me like a gentle tide, the weight of the truth lifting from my shoulders with each passing moment. Octavio’s presence beside me was a balm to my wounded soul, his quiet strength a beacon of hope in the darkness that had threatened to engulf me.

As the weight of my past spilled from my lips, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt clawing at the edges of my heart. I had never intended to drag Octavio into the tangled web of my problems, and I never wanted to burden him with the darkness that had plagued my life for so long.

But as I braced myself for his reaction, I was met with a shock that reverberated through my very being. Octavio’s gaze burned with a fierce determination, his voice steady and resolute as he reached out to gently cradle my trembling hands in his own.

“Irina,” he said, his words a whisper in the wind, “I will never let anything happen to you or your mother. I promise.”

Tears welled in my eyes at his words, the warmth of his touch a balm to my wounded soul. I had never felt so safe, socherished, as I did in that moment, with Octavio by my side, his unwavering strength a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume me.

But even as relief flooded through me like a rushing tide, a sense of unease lingered in the depths of my mind. I had deceived Octavio once before, had hidden the truth from him in a misguided attempt to protect him from the darkness that lurked within me. Could I truly promise to never do so again?

Octavio must have sensed my hesitation because his grip tightened on my hands, his gaze searching mine with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

“Irina,” he said softly, his voice tinged with a steely resolve, “I need you to promise me something in return. Promise me that you will never try to deceive me again. No matter how difficult the truth may be, we will face it together, as equals, as partners.”

The weight of his words settled heavily in the pit of my stomach, a reminder of the trust that I had broken and the wounds that I had inflicted on our fragile bond. But as I looked into Octavio’s eyes, filled with a fierce determination that mirrored my own, I knew that I could no longer hide behind the shadows of my past.

With a trembling breath, I nodded, the weight of my promise settling over me like a mantle of responsibility. “I promise, Octavio. I will never deceive you again. We will face whatever challenges lie ahead, together.”

And as our hands entwined in a silent vow, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it with courage and determination, bound together by a promise forged in the fires of adversity. One that I needed far more than I thought I did.

As Octavio’s words echoed in the air, a rush of relief washed over me like a gentle tide, soothing the raw edges of my frayed nerves. The promise of his protection, of his unwaveringsupport, filled me with a sense of gratitude that threatened to overwhelm me.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, a silent expression of gratitude for the strength and courage he had shown in the face of my darkest fears. The kiss was tender and sweet, a fleeting moment of connection that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

As we pulled apart for the briefest moments, I realized that the kiss symbolized so much more than that.

It was as if we had finally caved to temptation and nothing could hold us back any longer.

Octavio’s body crashed against mine, and all of a sudden, we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. The passion soared between us, caused flames to lick all over my skin. I already knew that this strange, unexpected moment was going to be fucking phenomenal. The taste of him, the feel of him, all of him...

Octavio ran his hands down over my body, feeling every peak and dip through the silky material of the top I’d worn to work, but we both knew that it wouldn’t stay on for long. As soon as his fingers hooked underneath the hemline, I raised my hands upwards so he could whip it off. I might have spent a while trying to make sure I had the perfect outfit on for work like I always did, but I didn’t care that it didn’t matter. For all I cared, the best outfit I owned could lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. My eyes were too busy on him.

“Oh, Irina, you really are beautiful.” Octavio’s eyes lit up with delight. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Instead of responding with the whirlwind of emotions I was currently experiencing, I grabbed his jacket and shook it off him before gently unpeeling his buttons one by one. I did so tantalizingly slowly, making sure to keep my eyes fixed on himthe entire time. I wanted him to see that I was just as worked up by him as he was me.

“God, you’re sexy, Irina.” His hands cupped my ass over my skirt and slowly worked up to my breasts. My bra was gone in a heartbeat. I didn’t even feel him taking it off. He was just that good. The groan that flew out of his mouth as he took my nipples between his fingers was primal and animalistic. It drove me wild.

And finally, the shirt was gone. I could feel those incredible abs of his. The man was blowing my fucking mind. Even after everything he had been through, Octavio had me so turned on that I could barely contain myself. I almost wanted to scream.

“Come here, you.” He lifted me from my feet, shocking me enough to actually squeal a little, and rested my ass on his desk behind me. Before I could say a damn word, his lips were all over me, working their way down from my throat, over my breasts, taking a moment to taste my nipple, teasing me until I could hardly breathe at all. My fingers knotted up desperately in his hair as that glorious mouth of his traveled down my body to where I needed him so badly I couldn’t stand it.

My thighs spread wide, making room for his thick, masculine body to fit between me. My skirt hitched up around my waist like it was merely a belt. I edged myself on the desk until I could feel the tickle of his hot breaths blasting against my core. I could feel him even through the thin, lacy material covering me. He was so close and yet so far. It was too much for me. I was pretty sure that Octavio knew what he was doing to me as well. He got a kick out of driving me insane. If only I could gather up my breaths now to speak... but I couldn’t.

Octavio’s hands gripped my thighs and moved upwards. Once he reached the outline of my panties, I braced myself, expecting him to pause to tease me some more, but he changed up the game. He slipped his fingers underneath the materialand glided along my soaking wet slit. His movements were more careful than I had expected. He was sweet and passionate, which I really needed.

“Mmm, you feel so good.” I forgot everything as he plunged his fingers deep within me, shocking me with pleasure. It was like a lightning bolt slamming through the entirety of my body, nearly knocking me off the counter. “So wet, all for me.”

He kissed my legs. I leaned back on my hands to try and get myself some balance as his lips moved up to my panties. It was my turn to emit a guttural cry as his teeth gripped onto the waistband of my underwear, and he whipped them away. They dangled on my toe for only a second before I bent my foot to let them drop. I needed them to go.

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