Page 145 of My Forbidden Alpha

I don’t respond. I don’t even know what to say.

“Red… can I please talk to you?” he asks. The floorboards creak as he steps back but I’m certain he knows I’m here, but he doesn’t push and I hear him walk away.

Does he know Dad’s marked Mama? I don’t think so... How will he react to that?

I hear the bathroom door open from his side and narrow myeyes when he tries the handle, but it’s locked.

“Red, please.”

I don’t reply, and I hear him walk away. After a few moments, I realise he’s gone and get up, unlocking the door. I shouldn’t shut him out, but it’s easier to do that.

Sighing softly, I drop back onto my bed and curl up on my side, and after about ten minutes I hear him try the door that now opens.

I am lying on my bed on my side, facing the window, my hands tucked under my cheek. I feel his eyes on me and I’m certain he can see my purple thong from where he’s standing. His racing heart is proof of that.

He walks over to the bed, dropping onto it next to me, making me turn my head to frown at him as the bed dips.

“Don’t break my bed. Have you seen the size of yourself?” I say, growling.

“I don’t remember hearing you complain about my size before.” He strokes my thigh, kissing my bare shoulder, sending butterflies swarming through my stomach. I roll my eyes, huffing before I turn onto my back and gaze into his eyes.

“What did they say?” I ask softly. The smell of his aftershave mixed with his usual enriching scent makes me pull him close, burying my nose into his t-shirt. He wraps his arms around me, pulling my body against him.

“Not much, but I told them you had the balls to do what they couldn’t and that you are a damn alpha who will do the right thing,” he informs me, kissing the top of my head.

“Thank you,” I whisper.Goddess, I love you,I add in my head, clinging to him tightly.

I know I’m hot and cold. I keep trying to put distance between us, but he does not seem to mind, always being there for me, and I do need him.

In all of this mess, he is the only thing that keeps me sane.He’s the reminder that I’m not alone. I just need that mental support. Just that little bit of reassurance that it is not just me against Zidane, that I am not alone.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, Kitten, but I want you to know I’m not giving up on you – on us,” he says huskily. I tilt my head up, our eyes meeting. I can see him searching my eyes for an answer. “I truly care for you. Heck, if you asked for the world, I’d fucking place it at your feet,” he adds softly, brushing his fingers through my hair.

His brilliant cerulean eyes hold so much emotion that I feel my core throb from the intensity of that look that he is directing towards me. He runs his thumb along my lips, his eyes darkening when I take his thumb in my mouth and suck on it.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whispers huskily, leaning down, removing his thumb from my mouth, and capturing my lips in a deep passionate kiss that sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

My brain seems to melt into mush. My arms lock around his neck as I pull him closer, my body pressing against his as close as physically possible. My pussy throbs for him, my heart yearns for him, and my soul wants him.

I moan against his lips when his other hand slips under my dress.

“Someone might come...” I murmur in between sensual kisses.

“We’ll be quick,” he promises seductively, pushing my dress up roughly and tearing my lacy thong off. He massages my wet pussy, biting down on my lip slightly. “You’re fucking ready for me, baby girl. I love how your body reacts to me.”

Reaching up, he pulls my dress down to my waist, unlatching my bra and tossing it aside. He takes a moment to admire me, his eyes roaming appreciatively over me before he grabs my hips and kisses me roughly. His hands roughly run up my body andhe squeezes my breasts.

“On all fours, sweetheart,” he murmurs, making me bite my lip in anticipation. I watch him unzip his pants, my chest rising and falling, thinking,He looks so sexy. I turn around and get up on my hands and knees as I bend over in front of him, wiggling my ass teasingly. He delivers a sharp tap, making me hiss.

“Fuck,” I moan, my pussy throbbing for more. He kisses my neck softly, grabs my hip, and positions his cock at my entrance. He thrusts into me, making me bite my lip at the pain as I feel his full girth stretch me out.

He doesn’t give me a chance to recover as he begins to fuck me hard. “Oh fuck, that’s it.” I whimper, doing my best to keep my voice down. Every time he rams into me, my body feels like it will buckle. I grip the sheets tightly, pleasure coursing through me. I want to scream out, but I know anyone might hear us. The thought makes me nervous, yet there is something about it that excites me. Something about this dangerous, illicit secret of ours that I know can get us into trouble.

A knock on the door makes Elijah pause, my eyes widening.

“Scarlett, can I have a word with you?” Mama’s voice comes from the other side.

“Umm, can it wait? I’m just about to get into the shower,” I say, trying to sound normal. Elijah smirks, his one hand now wrapping around my throat and pulling me up against him, his other hand slipping between my thighs and to my wet folds.

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