Page 99 of Filthy Royal

“No!”

Fast as lightning, he rapped his fingers against her pussy twice in quick succession. “Such a naughty, lying omega.”

Scarlett bucked in his hold, pleasure coursing through her, but managed to gasp, “And you’re an arrogant, degenerate Alphahole bully.”

His bark of laughter was almost cruel. “Maybe so, but you seem to like degenerates, Omega. I may not have been good enough to become your Alpha lord, but that greedy little cunt of yours enjoys these rough hands all the same.”

She couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out as his fingers trailed over her folds, shifting the burn to something even hotter.

“Shhh.” His other hand left her throat to clamp around her mouth. “Can’t have anyone else hearing the sounds a lying, faithless omega makes when she’s being punished. Even those belong to me alone.”

She thrashed harder in his grip.

He chuckled low, a menacing, filthy sound. “Such a wild thing. Just like always.”

Slap. Slap

He’d returned his attention to her ass, her pleasure cresting higher with each fall of his palm until she was panting in earnest beneath his hand.

“You still think I don’t hold any sway?” Damien’s words barely penetrated as he ground his hips against her, the taming chain priming her as his hand pushed between her thighs, keeping her spread as his fingers ghosted over her folds. “Now it’s time for my questions, and you’ll answer every single one.”

Oh Goddess, she might.

Pride and planning were almost forgotten as her world narrowed to her fever and desperation.

She needed to stay strong, but this… resisting Damien was next to impossible.

“Does he touch you like I do?”

Shock whispered through her. That was not the question she’d expected.

From the way Damien stiffened right after he spoke, she wondered if he hadn’t intended to ask it either.

Whatever the case, there was only one answer she could give when he lifted his hand to allow her to answer. “You need to let me go. I can’t give you the answers you want.”

“Damned it, Scarlett. You want to speak; tell me what I want to hear.” There was a low growl as his hand slanted across her mouth again, then the chain at her hips pulsed hotter. “Submit.”

His big hand flipped up her skirt. Returned to her bottom. Kneading as his touch sent her blood surging through her.

Before she knew it, she was rising to her tiptoes and thrusting back into his palm.

“That’s right, Omega.” He moved again, thumbing her clit. “Let the taming chain do its job. Give me my answers. Does he play with that sweet pussy the way you like? Own it just right? Make you so wild and needy you’ll do anything to be my good girl?”

Something fevered and perilous crackled through her veins, his possessive claim soothing her even as it drove her need higher.

Pain. Punishment. Pleasure. At this moment, she didn’t care what he meted out. Only that he put his hands on her and gave her something.

“Tell me the fucking truth.” His palm descended. A single strike, harder than before.

She screamed behind his hand. The sting mixed with the darkness inside her, her body and soul quickening in a way it hadn’t in four planetary rotations.

“Tell me.” He did it again. And again. “Tell. Me.”

Before long, she was raising her hips for every rough stroke. Wanting. Needing.

“Tell me he never made you feel like this.”

She broke.

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