Summoned

Arabella’s POV
My eyes widened in shock and I squeaked in fear as I saw Alpha Luciano at the door. I stumbled back in an effort to get away from him and my legs gave out beneath me.
As I fell, he caught me. My hands went to his shoulders automatically as he gripped my waist. We stared at each other for a second. Me in a loose hospital gown, my leg bandaged. Him in an extremely form-fitting suit that seemed solely cut and designed to show off the superiority of the wearer with Margaret passed out on the floor behind us, her blood staining the tile.
A nurse walked in with a notepad and saw Margaret. She shouted raising an alarm and the moment was gone.
Alpha Luciano let go of my waist and I removed my hands from his shoulders balancing on my good leg. He looked at Margaret and whistled.
“You made quite a mess here, Arabella. Here I was thinking she was your friend but I guess one never knows for sure with you Bianchis.” He regarded me with clear blue eyes filled with malice and dark amusement. “And you think I am the heartless one.”
“I…I…” I felt ashamed. What was the difference between Alpha Luciano and me? How could I criticize him when I was making the same choices he was just under different circumstances?
“You wanted to run away again?” Alpha Luciano asked his voice deceptively light and I paused my heart suddenly racing. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with your father showing up, would it?”
I swallowed my throat suddenly dry.
He tsked. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room as the doctors entered. They didn’t say anything as he dragged me by my arm away from the clinic my shot thigh protesting with every movement.
By the time we reached his room, the stitch in my leg had torn open again and my bandage felt a little moist. Probably with the blood from the wound.
He pushed me so I landed on the bed, flat on my back. “If you are strong enough to escape, you are strong enough for this, don’t you agree?”
Alpha Luciano said as he removed his blazer, his shirt then his pants making sure to meticulously arrange them while I lay there watching him. Unable to move because my entire left thigh burned, I watched him, my trepidation rising.
The scars on his back were more prominent in this light and once more I wandered at their origin.
Finally naked, he faced me. His body was so powerfully built, his every stride dominant and intentional. He picked up the condom by the bedside and sheathed himself. I felt myself getting wet. This was so sick and messed up.
Alpha Luciano came up to the bed stepping between my legs and his hands going under my thighs to stretch me wider, once he was settled snugly he began to rub his dick against me. I wish I could have said I fought him off, that I made him work for it.
I didn’t.
Instead, I arched my back, wanting, needing more.
My breath grew hurried as I moaned, and whimpered. My fingers reached out to touch his hands balanced on either side of me for support. He didn’t seem to like this as he stepped back before flipping me onto my stomach.
My thigh hurt from the movement and a pained gasp escaped me.
“This is not a reward. It’s a punishment. You should never think of escaping me. I own you.” Alpha Luciano said. Then he grabbed my left thigh where I had been shot and used it to pull me back against himself. My vision went white with the pain. He entered me, one hand pressing still on my left thigh, the other squeezing my neck into the bed. I could barely breathe. I gasped for air and he began to fuck me.
His thrusts were powerful and punishing like he was trying to fuck some sense and devotion into me. I shook struggling against the pain and my rising pleasure. I fisted the duvet as he squeezed harder on my neck and my vision filled with dark spots, I was a step away from losing consciousness from the lack of oxygen.
I came.
He hesitated for a split second feeling my contractions then he gave a dark laugh and fucked me through my orgasm uncaringly. I lost count of the number of times I came. The pleasure and the pain intermingled so much in my head that a squeeze on my thigh equalled an increased wetness inside me. He released my neck to grab my hair. I winced at the pain and unconsciously clenched around his dick.
His movements grew more hurried. I did it again. I didn’t know what I was doing per se but I was tired of staying still and taking it. I moved against him, back and forth in sync with his movements, clenching myself around him like a fist.
“Fuck.” He sounded stunned, his grip on my hair loosened and I raised my upper body a bit and turned my head partially to see us. We looked good. My ass cushioned him as his dick entered and left me, his body looking so edible and sweaty. I felt myself building towards another orgasm. I took his hand that had fallen from my hair to my mid-back and placed it on my breast.
I could feel his shock at me being so involved during sex. Hell, I was surprised too but I could barely think of it, I was lost in my lust at that moment. He got over his shock squeezing my tit painfully before alternating and pounding me even harder. I moaned loudly, my orgasm closer than ever, my eyes shut and I moved with him chasing, chasing it. He leaned in and bit my neck, his grip tightening on my thigh and tits tiding me over.
I was finally there, I screamed as I shattered. The world faded around me and the pleasure took me over. I fell apart and came together and as I came down, I felt him come from my still contracting muscles. He stayed in me for a minute then he pulled out and I heard the sound of running water after some seconds.
I turned on my back catching my breath then I looked at my thigh. The bandage was a bright red. My blood had soaked through it and had even stained the bed too. I felt the pain now that I had come down from my high. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t felt it when he had been inside me.
Alpha Luciano came out of the bathroom and he looked at me on the bed with my hospital gown in shreds for a minute before turning to dress up.
“Your scars… how did you get them?”
He paused. His fingers formed fists at his sides and I knew I had fucked up whatever we’d just had.
If it was even anything.
He came to the bed, his pants on and yanked my hair back before squeezing my neck, choking me. “The question I would love to know the answer to is how’d you get stupid? I fuck you and you take it. That’s all. Stop fishing for personal details from me or you will get exactly what you are looking for. Death.” He let go of my neck leaving me to gasp for breath as he grabbed his shirt and left the room.
What was wrong with me? Why had I asked him that question and why the hell did he choking me make me feel so.. aroused? My head felt like it was filled with cotton. I closed my eyes and slept.
When I woke up, it was to the sting of alcohol on my wound. It was Margaret. I couldn’t speak. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth and shame clogged my throat. She cleaned the now sewn-shut wound and began wrapping the wound with a bandage. I watched her as she worked quietly her hair falling over her eyes. When she finished, she picked up the medkit to leave.
She was already at the door when I found my voice.
“I’m sorry.”
She paused. “Never apologise for putting yourself first. It’s a good thing. You should always be your own priority.”
Tears clouded my eyes. “How can you be like this? So forgiving?” My voice broke on the last word. Before, I’d always felt I was a good person. I cared about my maids, I would gift them with my clothes, and listen to their troubles. Surely I was good.
But now, I had come to realize that people who are in a good place can afford to be generous. When you have nothing, when everything is a struggle, even kindness is too much to spare.
“I’m not usually.” She turned her face lightly to look at me. “You just remind me of someone.” Then she left the room leaving me alone on Alpha Luciano’s bed.
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Alpha Luciano’s POV
“Song was a hit in the international market. We made a twelve-million-dollar profit in three days! Think of the possibilities. We’ll need to order a new shipment. How many kilos should we get?”
I contemplated deeply. “Get as many as possible to convince them to deal with us exclusively. I want us to own the market. Return our capital to the treasury and use all the profit to make the purchase. That way if there is a drop in quality, we won’t get the backlash.”
“Of course, Alpha.” Natasha smiled.
After she left, I looked through the rest of the papers. Only I could no longer focus. I kept seeing Arabella, kept remembering how it felt for her to fall apart in my hands. How she blushed when I looked at her after my shower. I hadn’t even realized when I had ripped her clothes while fucking her.
She was getting better at sex. That was good. What wasn’t good was her prying into matters that she had no concern with.
Unbidden, the memory of that day arose. Me in Killian’s grasp, his blade cutting, my mother surrendering.
I locked it down immediately. Fucking Bianchi. Did she think we were dating or something? Why would she ask me about that?
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in.” I commanded trying to dislodge Arabella from my mind.
Cross entered the study. “Alpha.” He bowed.
“What is the matter, Cross?” I asked irritatedly. Arabella had put me in a foul mood. I needed to find a solution to this… attitude of hers.
“This came for you, Alpha.” He held an envelope.
“You have been summoned by the werewolf council.”