Page 129 of Sweetheart: Part One

Fuckthis.

It wasn’tmyfault this Sweetheart happened to be one of the most beautiful women on the planet. It wasn’t subjective—she was simply blessed with a face and body designed to devastate, and I had to treat her like the fucking siren she was.

“I could make you so desperate you’d be begging me to let you come.”

Her cheeks flushed a beautiful pink, her lip caught in her teeth, and for a moment it was as if she was too nervous to meet my eyes. But I needed to know how desperate she was for me. She hated me day to day, that was clear, but I had her suspended right on the edge of pleasure right now.

How far could I push her?

I wanted to see her crack.

“Beg me.”

Again, I brushed that spot over the lace of her panties and she loosed a sinful sound, grinding against my hand. It was a shock of lightning to my blood, and for a moment, staring at her felt like tumbling into oblivion.

She bit her lip harder this time, desperate eyes darting between mine as she arched against me, panting.

But I was paralysed.

This was too much.

I drew my fingers away in a flash, putting a brand new mask on my face—one designed to cover my own lust for a woman I knew I shouldn’t want.

Something was wrong.

The nagging thing that had been bothering me from the first moment I met her. I was right on the edge of seeing it.

All these thoughts that didn’t fit.

And now, she was angry in defence of omegas—some random Sweetheart beta with no stake in the game.

Oh…

Fuck me.

I didn’t move, reassessing everything I’d ever known about her.

But I needed to be sure. Slowly, I leaned forward. “You don’t deserve to come, hiding from me like that.”

She let out another irate sound, and this time, I paid close attention to the way it lodged in my brain and switched on every alpha instinct I’d ever felt.

If I was right…

If I was right, I’d destroy her just like I would destroy Dean Trance.

I sneered, brushing one more time against her clit, just enough to make her desperate.

“Fuck,” she moaned, grinding against my touch. “Please… Alpha.”

Ecstasy hit my veins, a thrill I sometimes spent years chasing.

Shit.

I had to keep my head.

But whatwouldmaking her pay even look like for me? I wasn’t sure anymore.

Getting rid of her? Would that be enough?

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