Page 9 of Alpha-hole Orc

Rage and panic well up inside me, but his strong arms remain unyielding, keeping me trapped against his hard body.

Tears sting my eyes as I glare at him. How did I get into this mess? And how the hell am I going to get out of it?

I sag in his arms, defeat washing over me. There’s no escaping him, not when he’s determined to keep me here.

Viktoor’s gaze softens, and he brushes my hair back from my face. “Do not cry, my love.”

“Let me go,” I whisper, voice hoarse from shouting.

“I cannot.” He strokes my cheek, his touch gentle. “We are bonded for eternity.”

I swallow hard, blinking back tears. “You’re insane.”

“Am I?” He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His golden eyes glow warm like sunlight. “Have I not woken something in you, Bria? A craving you cannot name?”

Heat floods my cheeks, and I look away. I can’t deny the passion between us, the magnetic pull I feel towards him. But that doesn’t mean I want to spend the rest of my life as his prisoner.

Viktoor chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. “You cannot lie to me, little one. I know your body’s longing, just as you know mine.”

My breath hitches as he nuzzles my neck, lips brushing over my pulse point. Sharp teeth graze my skin, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine.

“Let go,” I gasp, even as I arch into him.

“Never.” His hand slides under my shirt, splaying over the small of my back. “You are mine, Bria, forever. The sooner you accept this, the happier we will both be.”

I swallow a moan as his fingers trail up my spine, igniting sparks under my skin. No, I can’t give in. I won’t.

Summoning my strength, I push against his chest once more. “Get your fucking hands off me, you smug bastard!”

Viktoor growls, the sound vibrating through me, but he releases me at last. I glare at him.

“This isn’t over,” he says softly.

My heart pounds, but I lift my chin. “Yes, it is. Now let me leave, or I’m calling the cops.”

For a long moment he just watches me, eyes half-lidded. Then he inclines his head. “As you wish. But know this — we are meant to be.”

I don’t dignify that with a response. I haphazardly gather my things, stride to the door and wrench it open, more determined than ever to put as much distance between us as possible. Viktoor Blukan’s got another thing coming if he thinks he owns me.

I storm out of Viktoor’s penthouse, fury burning in my veins. How dare he? How dare he try to control me? Treat me like I’m some possession.

Fucking asshole!

My hands curl into fists as I stride down the hallway toward the elevator. I should’ve kneed him in the nuts when I had the chance. Next time I see him, I just might.

The elevator arrives with a ding. I jab the button for the lobby and stand there seething, images of Viktoor’s smirking face flashing through my mind.

The last thing I need is a controlling alpha-hole orc complicating my life.

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I wake up with an ache between my thighs that throbs in time with my heartbeat.

The ache in my chest grows, an emptiness that threatens to swallow me whole. I curl onto my side, clutching at the pillow.

How did I become so addicted to him? To the feel of his hands on my skin, his mouth claiming mine, the hard length of him filling me so perfectly?

My clit pulses, remembering the way he stroked and sucked until I came with a scream. The orgasms he wrung from my body, over and over, until I was boneless and sated in his arms.

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