Page 103 of Her Destined Alpha
“The thing is, Princess… I’m not here at your beck and call. Neither is my time a matter of play. If you needed something, and clearly Blake couldn’t cover it, tell me. What is it?” he asked, his piercing eyes looking colder as he stared down at me. My stomach twisted, and I could sense the anger that he was trying to hide. My heart clenched, and I wouldn’t lie that it didn’t hurt. He was never like that, from what I knew…
“Well, I realised it wasn’t important. I just… I want you to talk to Dad about removing you from this position. I can’t stand you,” I said, my words cutting me.
Wow, way to be a bitch, Ri…
“Wow… I would really love to know what I have done to earn such hate.” His voice was disbelieving and breathy as he stepped into my room, looking down at me. My heart was thundering. I didn’t want to do it right then.
“Because you’ve messed everything up,” I said, my chest heaving as I stared up at him.
“And how exactly did I do that? Do share, because the only thing I can think of is that my incredible persona is getting to you? What happened? Did spending time with boring Blake make you realise you would rather spend it with me instead? Did it hurt realising your crush was just that, a crush?” His words were taunting, but they hit home. That was the very reason, and that was what angered me. His mocking expression vanished as realisation dawned upon him.
“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s nothing of the sort,” I lied, but I knew it was a few seconds too late.
“Oh yeah? Prove it. “
“Fuck off, Chris.” I turned away, only for him to grab my arm. In a flash, he had me slammed up against my door that shut with a sharp snap. I gasped, my heart thudding. He was fast…
“I told you before, I don’t like disrespect, Princess,” he growled, his eyes flashing. Why was pushing him somehow… intriguing?
“Too bad I don’t listen to A-grade assholes,” I shot back. His blazing pale gold eyes were glaring into mine. His hands braced against the door on either side of my head.
“I’m warning you, Princess.”
“Or what, will you punish me?” I challenged, my voice coming out more breathless than it was meant to. Then I made the one mistake I shouldn’t have; my gaze flickered to his lips. My stomach knotted, and my core throbbed.
Oh fuck…
“If that’s what your aim is…” he whispered huskily.
His eyes bore into mine. Our hearts were racing, and I no longer knew if it was the anger we felt or something else.
“Maybe it is,” I found myself saying. Any logic I had was gone. His gaze fell on my lips, and I saw him lick his own, his golden eyes blazing.
Right then, the butterflies in my stomach were driving me crazy. The sexual tension between us was no longer deniable. Yes, it seemed I wanted a piece of the pack’s bad boy…
“Fuck it,” he growled just as I pulled him towards me, but before his body even touched mine, his lips were on my own, making me gasp as tingles rushed through me.
He pushed me up against the door, one hand hoisting me up as I pressed my knees against his waist and locked my arms around his neck. Anger, frustration, passion, and desire rushed through me.
The refreshing taste of his mouth, mixed with his seductive scent, made my core throb. His hands were all over me, one squeezing my ass and running over my thighs while the other ran up my back, pushing up my top.His hand was running down my back, making me moan against his mouth. His lips dominated mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I parted my lips, allowing him to enter.
Goddess... no wonder every girl wanted him. The way he kissed... the way his tongue ravished my mouth before playing with mine…
I reached down and pulled his top up, breaking our contact so I could remove it completely and toss it aside. I wanted more. A quiet moan escaped him as he throbbed against me. I kissed him back harder, sucking on his tongue, and my hand ran down his firm, muscular chest.
I whimpered when his hands caressed my waist before pushing my top up, exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my skin, and I cried out when his hand squeezed my breast, sending another wave of pleasure through me.
He broke away from my lips, breathing hard. His eyes met mine before he gripped the side of my face and neck, his other hand already playing with my boobs. His lips met my ear, kissing me there hard and fast as he pressed himself against me, placing rough and hungry kisses along my neck. I cried out, pleasure rocking my entire body, only for his lips to press against mine once more, cutting me off.
He twisted my nipple, and I yanked his head back by his hair, burying my head in his neck. I sucked hard, loving the way his body reacted to my touch. I wasn’t just a meek little girl who was going to let him do what he wanted.
“Seems you like playing rough,” he whispered huskily, pulling my head back by my hair.
“Seems you like it, too,” I replied, twisting my hand into his hair.
A sexy smirk crossed his sore lips for a second before he claimed my lips in a hungry kiss once again, moving us away from the door and to the bed. The moment my back hit my bed, I reached down for his belt, unbuckling it. His lips never left my neck and breasts. I moaned softly as he tensed the moment my hand slipped into his trousers.
“Fuck…” he breathed, his lips not leaving my neck. I knew I was going to have hickeys all over.
