Page 38 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

"And what about what I needed?" My voice is lower now, my wolf growling just beneath the surface. "You took that from me, Aria. You took him from me."

We stand there, chest to chest, our breaths mingling as the tension morphs into something darker, more dangerous. Her gaze flickers, her resolve faltering for a split second.

"You're unbelievable," she mutters, shaking her head and turning away.

"Don't walk away from me," I growl, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.

"Let me go, Bane," she says, her voice trembling now, though whether it's from anger or something else, I can't tell.

"No," I say firmly, my grip tightening just enough to make her stop struggling.

Her lips part, a sharp retort on the tip of her tongue, but it never comes. The spark between us ignites, flaring hotter and brighter than it had in years.

"Damn you," she whispers, her voice trembling, her eyes locked on mine.

"Damn me all you want," I murmur, my voice low, guttural, as I cup her jaw and bring my lips to hers.

The kiss is fire and fury, a collision of everything we've been holding back. She resists at first, her fists pushing against my chest, but it only makes me pull her closer, deepen the kiss, pour every ounce of frustration and longing into it.

"You're impossible," she gasps against my lips, her hands fisting in my shirt now instead of pushing me away.

"And you drive me insane," I growl, dragging my lips down her neck, biting lightly as my hands find the hem of her shirt.

"Bane," she whispers, her voice shaky, her resolve crumbling.

"I'm not stopping," I say, my hands sliding up her bare skin, my wolf howling with approval as her scent surrounds me. "Not unless you tell me to."

She doesn't.

Instead, she tugs at my shirt, her fingers desperate, her movements frantic. "I hate you," she murmurs, her words contradicting the way she pulls me closer, the way her body arches against mine.

"Good," I growl, lifting her and pressing her against the wall, my lips claiming hers again. "Hate me all you want."

The anger between us turns into something primal, something raw and unrestrained. We tear at each other's clothes, every movement fueled by years of pent-up frustration and unresolved desire.

Her nails rake down my back as I bury my face in her neck, her gasps and whispers fueling the fire that burns between us. "You're infuriating," she hisses, her voice breathless.

"Shut the fuck up and take it," I shoot back, my hands gripping her hips as I press her harder against the wall.

Her response is a sharp intake of breath, her body trembling as we collide over and over, the tension between us finally snapping in the most explosive, unrestrained way possible.

Her gasp is sharp as I shove her back against the wall, my hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet my eyes. Her lips part to argue, but I’m done with her mouth running.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I growl, my voice a low rumble. “Pushing me. Testing me.”

Her defiance wavers, her breaths coming fast, and I see the exact moment her resistance crumbles. It’s in her eyes, the way her body sags slightly against me, giving in even though she hates herself for it.

“You want this?” I snap, my hand sliding down to her waist before gripping the thin fabric of her panties. “Say it.”

She hesitates, her pride fighting her need, and I let out a dark chuckle. “Too late.”

With one sharp pull, I tear the flimsy fabric away, the sound of ripping cloth sending a thrill through me. My other hand grips her thigh, yanking her leg up around my hip as I position myself at her entrance.

“Bane—”

But I don’t let her finish. With one brutal thrust, I’m inside her, filling her completely. Her scream is a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails clawing at my shoulders as her body tightens around me.

“Fuck,” I groan, my head falling to her shoulder as I revel in the heat of her. “You feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”

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