Page 133 of Knot Their Omega

“W-What about the equipment?” I know these keys aren’t waterproof. This whole place is probably millions of dollars.

We can’t possibly do the deed here… like this… right?

“What about it?” he mumbles, focusing on tying my wrists with the mic chord until I’m securely tied. He takes a step back, forcing me to balance in my spread-wide position.

It’s not uncomfortable, but goodness, it’s a position I’ve never been in before—especially in front of an Alpha.

“You wore white on purpose, huh?” he wonders as he enjoys the view, specifically my hard nipples poking against the thin fabric of my white top. I thought the white top and matching skirt would give an innocent professional look for the studio, but clearly, it’s been teasing my Kenji all this while. “We can’t be having you wear white in public. The Alphas will lose their shit.”

He walks away suddenly, and I can only wonder what he’s fetching when he opens a drawer from the other side. When he retrieves what he’s looking for, I’m surprised it’s a pair of scissors.

“I don’t have an extra set of clothes, Kenji,” I warn, but not in fear. The idea of this man destroying my clothes because he doesn’t want anyone else enjoying the sight he saw today is fucking hot.

Or I’m fucking crazy.

“Why don’t we worry about that after I fuck you senseless?” he offers with a cheeky grin that makes him so cunning.

It’s hot to see this deranged side of him.

Maybe to some, it would be frightening. Like a switch has suddenly been flicked off, but I feel an odd sense of safety, despite the list of risks we’re taking to fulfill this mini-fantasy.

“Would my Omega like that?” he asks, as if he can’t see how I’m trembling impatiently.

This is more than I could have bargained for, so why would I possibly “not” want this?

“Yes,” I moan in relief. “Please?”

“Fuck,” he groans with a gaze of hunger. “When you beg for me like that, it makes me want to give up on the idea of working today and just focus on you here all day and night.”

“W-We’d get in trouble,” I whisper while my eyes are glued to the way he tugs my fitted shirt and doesn’t hesitate to cut through it.

“Maybe.” I bet that’s a chance he’d take. “Or maybe we won’t.”

“You like to gamble.”

“Anyone loves to gamble when there’s nothing to lose, Hummingbird,” he declares as he goes down onto his knees—every inch it takes to the floor feels like it’s in slow motion.

By the time I realize what he’s doing, I’m fighting not to salivate because this tainted side of Kenzi is so hot—the possessive dominance and how the shadows of the studio lay along his face and muscles.

I’m yearning to see him naked, something I’m sure is coming once he’s done his share of taunting me senseless, but if this is how he is behind closed doors with me, I can only fathom what it’s like with Kai in the mix,

“I have no intention of losing you, Astraea,” he whispers.

Watching as he holds the scissors closer to my pussy, I feel the intense throbs of anticipation while I’m fighting to hold my breath.

“So spending a few million to clean up the mess we make is just a sacrifice I’m willing to make to please my Omega.”

My Omega…

The slip of fingers along the lace of my panties has me quivering at his touch, and the chill of the scissor blades only makes things more exhilarating.

“Look at that,” Kenji praises, admiring how my juices not only glisten along my pussy folds, but are dripping effortlessly. “So responsive to your Alpha’s foreplay. Turned on by the idea of being so close to danger, Hummingbird?”

“Y-Yes,” I breathe.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I watch in fascination as he slices through the panties with the blades. “You won’t need this.”

“I need you,” I whine, desperate to be pleased. The throbbing ache is driving me insane, leaving me desperate for simulation.

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