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I fuck her with short, firm, punishing thrusts. I don’t want to actually harm her, but I do want her to feel disciplined. I want her to know that she is in trouble, and her hot little hole is paying for it.

I am careful to keep my knot outside her as I rut her toward my orgasm, not hers. She will not come tonight. She will have her ass fucked and spanked and then she will go to sleep in this dungeon alone. That is the punishment I have decided on.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” I growl down at her. “It hurts to have your sore, spanked bottom fucked nice and hard by your alpha, doesn’t it?”

I slide my fingers into her mouth, effectively gagging her from replying.

My orgasm is already building, the satisfaction of having her submitted as hot as the sensation of her tight ass taking its first fucking. I pin her down harder and fuck harder, my cock stretching that naughty ring of muscle until I cannot take it anymore.

I pull free, fist my cock, and direct the flow of my cum as my seed splashes over her spanked ass.

“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, smacking it into her bottom. “This is what you get now, Beatrix. You get fucked and used and left in my cum, marked with my cock and my seed.”

She whimpers, but stays in position as I tuck my still turgid cock into my pants, turn, and leave her in the prison of her own making.

CHAPTER22

Armand

Mr. Volkov comes to see me the next day. I expected he’d show up eventually. I am back in my office, working on my proposal with a few changes to reflect new circumstances.

“Where is my client,Maître?” He leans against the door of my office, arms folded over his chest. He’s wearing a skintight t-shirt, and his tattoos are very visible. I suppose he’s not technically at work now, and can dress as casually as he likes, even masquerade as a Russian dock worker, if he likes.

“Your client has killed five men, Volkov. Several of them after meeting you. I’m going to suggest that your methods are less than effective. I’ll keep you on because the pack in general seems to enjoy having someone impartial to talk to.”

The fact that one of those clients of his tried to assassinate me is, well… I’m keeping an eye on it. If it happens again, I’ll consider it a pattern.

“I’m going to suggest she’s responsible for her own actions,” he says.

That’s the problem with these therapists. They have all this influence. They get you in a room alone, twist your thoughts, bond with you, lead you down paths of belief and action you might never have taken on your own. And then they claim no responsibility at all. Nothing is ever on them. Nothing is his fault. Not the four people who have died since he showed up, or the bullet I almost took to my skull.

He’s right, though, in a twisted way. Responsibility is a tricky thing. Nobody really has it, unless they claim it. It’s an alpha’s job to claim it.

“I am responsible for her actions. And there will be no more killing. I guarantee it. You can go back to work, Mr. Volkov, or unloading containers from an ocean liner.”

He frowns, ignoring the petty jibe. “Armand, what have you done?”

“The only logical thing.”

“Armand…”

“I tried doing things the civilized way, Volkov. I tried talking. I tried therapy. I tried understanding and warning, and light discipline. I tried being her lover. Now I’m going to be something else. What she’s needed from the beginning. I’m going to be her alpha.”

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Beatrix

My ass aches.

He was rough. He was merciless.

He was fucking hot.

I suppose I can’t tell him, but it would be worth killing a couple of guys every now and then just to feel his power that way, potent and just barely restrained.

He meant to punish me, but the truth is I felt reward in that untrammeled, unrestrained act of pure lust and discipline. It might be the first time in my life I’ve ever felt truly met, entirely seen, and completely put in my place.

I am already settling into what I am told will be my new life.

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