*Danika*
“Your whoring makes it hard for me to focus on doing my duties!” he spat the cruel words at me, the statement tightening my chest.
Now. I left gaping at him, wondering how my Good Samaritan obligation has turned me to ‘whoring myself’. I shook my head physically, deciding to ignore him. He is drunk and probably hurting. I should get used to his vileness by now. That won’t stop me from helping him. “Look, Alonso. I am here to help you. I don’t care if you are your usual douchebag self just let me help you, okay? I understand the duty upon your shoulders is too much for you and you feel like -”
“Shut the hell up and listen-” His hand shot out and grabbed me around the waist, hoisting me forward until I was standing between his lap, his left hand holding my two wrists behind me. I bit down my lower lip to hold back from lashing out at him. “You think because he now fills your brain with brave ideas you can now talk trash to my face? Or maybe you feel you are now equal to everyone around here… Listen to me and listen clearly whore, that is what you will always be. A whore. It doesn’t matter if you have to train day in, day out, grow powerful like the goddess of war, you will always be a whore to me. My fucken sex slave!”
I blanched, tears stinging my eyes at his very cruel words. He didn’t mask it. Drunk or not, he was supposed to feel what he was doing to my heart.
“Alonso-”
“Alpha King to you, Whore,”
“I am not a whore,” I said brokenly, fighting the tears from falling down my face. I won’t cry in front of him-even though the tears now weigh hard on my lower lids. “I am doing all this for us. Why can’t you see me?”
He threw his head back and chuckled sardonically, causing more harm to my heart. “Then stop wasting your time. I will never see you. You can never be Paisley to me, come what may.” His free hand started drawing faint lines on my naked chest as if testing the theory of our mate bond. And like magic, my body responded shamefully.
“But why?” I asked, needing so much to know. “What is it about me that makes you hate me so much and yet try to play with my body at every turn? You hate me yet you touch me. I am only trying to be better for us. For you. You just refuse to give me a chance. You chose her. Why?” My voice was falling in tone, as a result of the movement of his fingers. Yet, I fight to stay stable. I needed answers.
He looked up at me darkly through thick lashes, his finger reaching my cleavage and going south to the top of my now taut nipple. I inhaled forcefully, biting down on my lower lip to hold in from moaning out.
“Because this is the only thing you are good at, don’t you see it? I like the way you respond to me. The way you make my cock harden just by the sight of you. But it’s unfortunate that you make every man’s dick harden that way too, including my own brother,” he emphasized the ‘brother’.
Perhaps his statement irked me more because this was exactly how my father saw me-a domestic wimp. Now my mate thinks I’m only good for his pleasures. Still, I had the need to defend myself with him-what I couldn’t do with my father. “He only helps to train me. I told you he is my friend.” Why does he keep saying this? I will never do anything lewd with Alfred. He is my friend.
He smirked darkly. “Friend indeed. Does he touch you the way I do? Just the way Lance was your friend and then, h-”
“That was a mistake, I already told you!”
“Exactly how it would be a mistake when my brother would insert his cock down your throat or thrust it down your sweet honeypot before I do!”
“And why does that bother you?” I gulped aloud, deciding to play his game. I had been hoping to use this against him but haven’t gathered the courage to. However, it seems he is helping to fasten the process. I felt his hands on me stiffen, meaning my words hit the nerves. “Why does it bother you if your brother has his dick do what you have refused to man up to do? Why? At least he would make a better lover than you can ever be,” I finished in a slur, overall joy engulfing my body when I took notice of the murderous look he had on.
“You are a whore!” he grated, grabbing my breast furiously. I hissed, pushing my chest into his hand, enormous heat pulling between my legs.
“Isn’t that becoming too cliche? Try something else.” I loved this boldness I had acquired from him.
“I will rather die than allow him to touch even a strand of hair on you. Don’t test me, Danika. You really do not want to test me.”
I watched him closely through blurry eyes, my pulse quickening at the sight of the veins protruding through his neck while he massaged my breast intimately. He was truly incensed. “Then don’t test me too, Alonso. I am getting fed up and very soon might decide to damn the consequences.”
He pinched my nipples, a low moan escaping my mouth, my eyelashes fluttering as I fought to let go and flow with the waves of ecstasy working to overtake me. This is too good. Him touching me is always my undoing.
“Does he make you feel this way, Danika? Tell me.”
“Much more, Alonso. Much more,” I can no longer recognize my voice.
In a flash, my strapped trainers’ top was pushed down, my breast exposed to him. My red nipples were directly on his face, daring him to take them. I wanted him to take them so badly. I opened my mouth like an idiot but shut it back and looked away. I tried to pull my hands from his grip which was impossible due to how strong he held me.
“Stop this madness, Alonso, please,” I begged half-heartedly, praying he doesn’t abide.
His left brow arched as he watched me, his lips puckering to start blowing air on my exposed nipple. Fuck! I snapped my eyes closed, inching closer to feel his body on me. I wanted his hands on me in a particular spot. I was so wet!
“Does he make you feel this way, Danika? Answer me honestly.”
“Fuck you!”
He captured my nipple in his mouth and tugged, the action breaking the last of my resolve and I cried out, pushing forth into him while dragging my hands-not to push him away, but to hold him to me. My breath was frantic, my senses in shambles.
“Please,” I implored, jolting my eyes open when I felt him start rubbing his powerful fingers on my feminity. I arched my back, to get more of his mouth administration, and nudged my legs apart to feel his fingers on me.
“Fuck!” I cried, throwing my resolution through the window and lifting one of my legs to his lap. I glanced down and saw his cock pushing against my pants and had this urge to run my hands through it. I want to take him in my mouth just like I did in the forest. I want him to be at my mercy just as I am to him.
“Does he make you feel this way, Danika?”
No response.
“Does-”
“No! No, arsehole!” I towed at him, hoping it shuts him up.
His finger hauled down my trouser trainers and lifted my leg back to his lap to insert two fingers inside me. I threw my head back and started grinding against him, spewing all manner of nonsense sounds while panting, and not caring who heard me.
Then I felt my release building and prepared to let go. It came like a hurricane, snatching everything on its path until I was a clumsy wimp trembling in the hands of the big man who tapped my pussy twice, and flickered his thumb on my clit to wash off the wave.
He finally left my arms which sagged beside me, followed by my leg that was on his lap. I pulled up my trouser wordlessly, still reeling from the aftermath of what we had just done.
Then he chuckled-that annoying sound that won’t stop churning my stomach, picking up the bottle I had dropped on the table at my weakest moment to upturn in his mouth, his eyes mocking me. “I told you, you are a whore didn’t I?”
It was as if a knife was stabbed in my heart and twisted. How could he say that to me after what we just shared? Didn’t it mean anything to him? How could he be this callous? I blinked back tears of shame and instead pulled on a fake charming smile to reply him. “Of course you did. And I just proved you right,” I replied shamelessly, the reality of what we just did hitting back home. I just proved him right indeed. And he is not trying to pet me off it one bit.
Narcissistic asshat!
“You are shameless, Danika. And I wonder when you became this w-”
“You can shove your insult down the place the sun doesn’t shine, Alonso. I only came here to help you but you took advantage of our bond just to ridicule me. You are the one who is shameless.” I eyed him, furiously hoisting down my trainers.
“Danika-”
“Save your Alpha command. I really don’t care what you think about me. For all I know, you are the worst human being to walk the earth. Just in a few weeks, I have discovered you are cold, wicked, a cheat, ruthless, and now shameless. Wow, just one man. Yet, you judge me?” Danika, is this me? Without another word, I whipped about and left him to his self-suffering. He doesn’t deserve my kindness. Damn him! Damn the bond.
The look on his face following my chastisement would remain etched in my heart throughout the day, that it affected my efficiency at the infirmary. I already made up my mind to avoid him henceforth as much as I can.
However, what I wasn’t ready for was what happened that evening after my return from work.
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