Page 28 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
“I had to try…” My voice is a feeble attempt at defiance, but it sounds more like a plea.A plea for what?Mercy?Understanding?I’m not sure.
His lips curve into a cruel smile.“And now, you must face the consequences.”The finality in his voice seals my fate.
He points behind me, and I glance over my shoulder at the huge cross covered in restraints.“You’re sick,” I snap at him, scrambling away from him, but he grips my ankle, ripping me back.I fall on my stomach, turning as he tries to pin me.Somehow, I manage to sit up.Using my other foot, I kick him, it narrowly misses his face and hits his shoulder when he moves at the last second.The snarl that leaves him freezes the air in my lungs.
The first strike is swift and unexpected.His palm collides with my cheek, and a sharp sting radiates across my face.A metallic taste fills my mouth, and I realize I’ve bitten my tongue in shock.
“Now, let’s try this again, Emery,” he coos.
He grips my face, his thumb brushing over my bleeding lip.“Emery,” Dion begins, his tone brooking no argument, his face stern, and yet, there’s a glimmer in his eyes that sends a chill down my spine.
He signals back to the cross affixed to the wall, my eyes widening as I take in the intimidating sight.He gestures for me to stand before it, his dominant aura forcing me into submission.Trembling, I do as commanded, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.He binds my wrists and ankles, each knot expertly secured, allowing for a little movement.
.His hands are firm, but careful, as he each time he hitsnew flesh.He doesn’t utter a single word.
With each smack, I feel a wave of heat rise and sliver up my spine, the pain melting into something else.My body reacts in ways I have never imagined, an odd mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me gasping, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
Chapter 7
My body, once resistant, surrenders to his touch, eachstrike awakening a fire within me, it’s shameful, but, in the midst of it all, I find myself falling into a rhythm.A rhythm that syncs with his, a rhythm that has me surrendering increasingly to him.
He stops, leaving me hanging, my body humming with tension and anticipation.I can hear his footsteps approach, his fingers tracing a path along my spine that makes me shudder.He circles me, his touch exploring, teasing, promising more.
“Is this what you wanted, Emery?”Dion’s low voice echoes in the room, his breath hot against my ear.I don’t answer, unsure of what I truly want.
He doesn’t wait for an answer.Instead, his hand descends again, a sharp smack against my already sensitive skin that elicits a gasp from me.A gasp that soon transforms into a moan, a surrender to the heady cocktail of pain and pleasure.
My body shudders, my heart pounds, my mind spins.I’m being pushed, tested, and molded under Dion’s masterful touch.My limits are stretched thin, my boundaries blurred, and my perception of pleasure and pain twisted.
By the time he’s done, my body is glowing with a burningheat, and my heart is racing.I’m both relieved and disappointed when he unbinds me, leaving me panting on the floor.
An eerie silence follows, and my ears ring with the sounds of Dion’s heavy breathing as he advances toward me.The only sound is the shuffle of him moving to stand behind me, the rustle of my dress as he lifts it, his zipper as he pulls it down.The next second, I feel his hands twist in my hair.He pulls my head back, and the next second, his tongue is invading my mouth.
My limbs are too weak to struggle, nor do I want to.I just want to sleep; I want him to give me the relief I crave instead of leaving me throbbing to the beat of my pulsating clit.He pulls away but doesn’t release me, instead, he stands up.I stare up at him as he pulls on the waistband of his pants, loosening them.
The next second, he pulls out his cock, which is rock hard and gleaming in the dull light.“Open your mouth!”he commands, and I swallow.He jerks my head back by my hair, making me cry out.“I said open your mouth,” he snarls.
Despite my fear, I open my mouth.
With a ruthless tug on my hair, he positions himself at my lips, his cock hard and demanding.“Look at me, Emery,” Dion commands.
I force myself to look up, my eyes meeting his in a vulnerable surrender.He guides himself into my mouth, his grip on my hair tightening as he sets a punishing pace.
The feel of him, hard and pulsating, fills my senses.He moves with a brutal rhythm, thrusting deeper with each stroke, the rough friction making my eyes water, and my throat burn.
He pushes deeper, every thrust bringing him closer to the edge.The sounds he makes—low, guttural grunts of pleasure—reverberate through the silent room, adding to the humiliating degradation of it all.
With a final, ruthless thrust, he pushes deep, his grip in my hair becoming almost painful.His body tenses, his breath hitches, and then he releases himself in a powerful surge.The taste is bitter, overwhelming, but the triumphant gleam in his eyes leaves me with no choice.I swallow, doing as he asked, andsubmitting to his will.
His hold on my hair loosens, and he pulls away, leaving me gasping for breath.He looks at me, his eyes still ablaze with that disturbing lustful intensity, but there’s something else, a twisted sense of satisfaction that chills me to the bone.I’ve given him what he wanted, I’ve surrendered to him, and the realization leaves me with a bitter aftertaste.
“Good girl,” Dion murmurs, his words igniting a strange mix of revulsion and satisfaction within me.I’m left there, sore and used.His dominance is overwhelming, his power intoxicating, and despite the humiliation, I find myself unable to resist.
Despite the mistake, Dion tends to me, cleaning up my mess before carrying me back to my room.He places me on the edge of the bath in the tiny room.My emotions are a tangled mess.I feel a strange attachment to Dion, one that scares me to my core.I’m drawn to him, the man who could be my end.
He runs me a bath, then he disappears for a few moments, returning with two towels and a jar of lavender oil.He pulls the stopper from the bottle before pouring a generous amount into the steaming water he had drawn.Soft, floral scents fill my nostrils as Dion slips out of his clothes and climbs in behind me.The warmth radiating from him soothes my trembling body as he pulls me closer to him.
He washes my body gently, despite the overwhelming tension that lingers between us.His gentle hands caress my skin, are comforting, filling me with a strange kind of peace as I rest against his strong chest.
