Be a good girl and swallow

Book:Alpha Caellum Published:2024-9-4

NALEDI’S POV
I felt every shade of disgust as I nodded at his words.
“I will do my best to ensure the Yakuza becomes the biggest trade in the world.” The words were bitter on my tongue but there was only so much I could do in the current situation.
Draken walked towards me with a smile. “That’s why I love you. You always rise to the occasion. You will make the perfect Luna. My Luna.”
I didn’t doubt I would make the perfect Luna. Just not his. Definitely not his.
“Ezra here will be around to guide and assist you.” He motioned to the traveller who hadn’t said a word since we got in here. “Since you are fond of having supernatural sidekicks I figured you would be happy with this arrangement. No?”
“I am more than able to handle the business on my own, but if you insist,” I gritted, playing my cards right.
“I do. Ezra will make sure that these women do not underestimate you. Keep them in line while you handle other important things.”
“Like what?”
“Getting rid of stubborn or damaged goods, making sure the goods reach the hands of the customers and picking out the daring ones for greater destinies.” He gave me an adoring look, “People that would put you to shame. People with fire in them, and I do not mean our little fire elemental.”
I was supposed to make other people’s lives as terrible as mine has been. Just great. Freaking amazeballs. I got the gist alright. I wanted to puke.
“I think I get what you mean.” I managed to say,
If Draken wasn’t satisfied with my answer, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he turned to Ezra and said, “You make sure that everything is sane over here while I get some time with my little pet. She will officially resume tomorrow.”
“Yes sir.”
With that, he walked out of the place. I remained rooted to my spot. One look back and I realised I was supposed – expected to leave with him. I forced my legs to move and followed right behind him while Ezra walked behind me.
We soon left the prison and returned to the car, the silence in the car was suffocating. It felt like there was something in the air, straining us both as we waited for the first shot.
The car parked in front of the Alpha’s building and I made to go out when he held my hand, tight. “Join me in the Alpha’s room.” His tone was angry. “Now.”
I didn’t say a word, my neck gave a stiff and acknowledging nod before he let me go. I didn’t know what he had planned but something told me it wasn’t going to be pretty.
I made my way upstairs and found my way to the front of his room. One of his guards must have been informed because he opened the door and gestured me inside.
I stepped into the place and a cold shiver went down my spine. I would never get used to being inside this room. Not after my encounter with his father. Not after knowing the terrible things that went on in this place.
The door opened and I felt him walk in. My back was to the door, I didn’t acknowledge him. I just stayed put, waiting for whatever he had to say to me.
“On your kneels.” His words were low but loud enough for me to hear.
I dared to turn around, needing to take in the damage in front of me.
Bad move. He immediately threw a mean punch on my face and it felt like my teeth were ready to fall off its hinges. The fuck.
“I already told you, Attai. I hate to repeat myself.”
My eyes met his, unadulterated anger pouring out of my pores. I knelt down slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on him. That only seemed to aggravate him further.
A slap landed on my face and I just knelt there. Taking the shit and thinking of the many ways I was going to return the favour.
Another blow. “I’ve been waiting for when your bitch decides to come play. I knew you were faking that shit from the onset. You might have deceived my father but you have nothing on me, cunt!”
More blows. Then kicks. I remained on my knees, taking them all. And just like old times, I held on to the sweet thought of getting my revenge. All in due time.
I was going to have fun ridding the earth of the cursed father and son. And I was going to do it myself before I left here. That bit was certain. As real as the kicks that hammered my guts at this moment.
I was jerked out of my thoughts when I heard him unbuckle his belt. I groaned in pain, wondering what he was up to this time. When his hands held me tightly on my hair, I felt a migraine coming.
“Foolish cunt! You will regret pissing me off.” He struggled with his belt and soon, it was loose. “Open your dirty mouth!”
I couldn’t believe what he was doing. There was no way in hell he was about to do that. His pinky dick pressed roughly against my lips told me he was serious alright.
When I refused to open my mouth, a heavy slap that felt like a punch did the job. In no time, he was assaulting my mouth in the most dirtiest way possible.
My eyes raged with anger as I let him take what he wanted, half the time, fighting against the urge to hit him in the head with a lantern and watch him die, unlike his father.
Draken soon got into it. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure. If I wanted to bite off his medium-sized dick, I would. I was tempted to do just that. But I didn’t.
Tonight was not the night I fought back.
Time passed and when I felt him explode inside my mouth, I felt my stomach churn. It was the nastiest feeling ever. “Swallow it.” He said, causing me to freeze mid-thought.
There was no way in hell.
“Be a good girl, baby.” He cooed like he didn’t just abuse me. “Be a good girl and swallow.”
I know I shouldn’t. I knew I was going to regret it for the rest of my life, but I did anyway. The moment his load slipped down my throat, I knew there was no way I could go back from this.
There was no going back now.
Draken looked delighted by my obedience. He finally broke me, how happy he must be. He let go of my hair and I suddenly felt weak, pain hitting me from every corner of my body.
“You brought this on yourself, love. You know I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said, picking me up bridal style, and laying me on the bed.
I hissed in pain as my knees went off the floor.
“You will make the perfect bride. I will make you my perfect bride.” He repeated like a mantra stuck in his head. “We are almost there now.”
I stayed for a few minutes, while he obsessively fussed over me, never failing to mention how the entire thing was my fault. After what felt like countless hours, I was escorted back to my room so he could do ‘other things’.
As soon as the door shut behind me, I rushed to the ensuite bathroom and barfed up the contents of my stomach.