Page 103 of Sweetheart: Part One

Tonight, in this limo, he wore the same suit as in the memory.

“How is the progress?” he asked.

“The same as I’ve told you,” I said through gritted teeth.

There was no reason for him to call me here. No reason other than taunt.

“They’re falling for you?”

“I… think so.”

“Youthinkso?”

“Who did you sleep with, sweet omega?”

I froze, dread creeping in.

No.

No no no.That could not be why he’d called me.

“N-no one.”

“Someonegave you something sweet enough we all got a taste through the bond.”

My lips parted in shock, my chest becoming tight.

Why did it matter to him? He didn’t want me, not really.

“Stand up,” Alastor said.

I got to my feet, mind racing. “Y-you’re not interested in me,” I said, as he tugged me toward him, hands possessive on my hips. “And I c-can’t… get them to fall for me if I’m scared you’ll punish me every time I get close—”

“Who said anything about punishment?” he asked. I swallowed, hating the taunt in his voice. “Who was it?” he asked. The question was direct, and the answer slipped by my tongue before I could control it.

“Drake.”

“No one else?”

“No.”

He chuckled. “Tell me, what did he do?”

Bile rose up my throat, but I shook my head. “No.”

A surge of pain almost drowned me, lighting every inch of my body on fire. I gasped, tensing, helpless as he drew me onto his lap, hand gripping my chin as he forced me to look at him. I squeezed my eyes shut.

“You don’t want to tell me?” he asked.

I was gasping for breath, desperate to fight the order. I managed to shake my head through the agony.

“Was he kinky?” Alastor asked. “Shy? Dominant? Top or bottom? Just give me something so I can picture it next time you send me a little ecstasy.”

I shook my head again, my teeth gritted with another wave of agony.

“Why are you so against telling me?” he asked. “Was he that bad?”

But I wouldn’t.

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