novelraw Chapter 126: Who She Preferred
Chapter 126: Who She Preferred
Oliver’s POV
I leaned in even closer, my chest pressing hard into her back so she could feel every cold line of my tactical vest. I reached into my pocket, pulling out a strip of black silk. With a rough jerk, I wrapped it around her head, knotting it tight.
"I’m waiting, Aurora," I whispered into the darkness I’d just given her. "Why are you here? Why aren’t you with your perfect Alpha King? Is he too soft? Does his love make you bored?"
She let out a broken sob, her head pressing blindly against the wood of the table. "He’s... he’s a dream," she choked out, shaking. "Oliver is everything a girl should want. He’s kind, he’s safe... he’s perfect."
A sharp pain hit my chest. The King is a dream.
"But you," she gasped, her hips moving as my thumb brushed her skin. "You make me feel alive. He makes me feel like a doll, but you... you make me feel like a woman. I don’t want lovemaking tonight, Raymond. I want you to fuck me."
My wolf let out a dark, hurt howl in my head. My own woman was saying my heart wasn’t enough. She wanted my shadows.
"So you’d choose this?" I hissed. I grabbed her hair, tilting her sightless face upward. "If I told you to never see him again—if I asked you to be with me—would you do it? Would you throw away a crown for a leash?"
She couldn’t see me, but her eyes were wide behind the fabric, filled with heat and tears. She didn’t even hesitate.
"Yes," she breathed. "I would stay. I’d choose you."
That was the breaking point. The "Oliver" part of me died. If she wanted this cold Dom, I would give her a night she would never forget.
"Fine," I growled. "You want me to fuck you? Then you will get fucked."
I didn’t use the strap. I used my hands. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and pulled her back hard against my crotch. I didn’t give her a second to breathe. I moved my hand down and shoved two fingers deep inside her.
She was so wet, my gloved fingers slid in easily, hitting her deep. She screamed, her body jerking against the table. I didn’t stop. I began to finger her hard, my movements fast and rough.
"You like this, don’t you?" I hissed into her ear. "You like being used like a slut in a dark room while your ’perfect’ King thinks you’re tucked in bed."
"Yes! Raymond, please!" she cried out, her head tossing in the blindfold.
"Oliver doesn’t know how to make you scream like this, does he?" I growled, pushing my fingers even deeper. "He’s too busy being a gentleman while I’m in here stretching you out. He wants to marry you, but I just want to ruin you. Tell me, Aurora... who is balls-deep in you right now? Who owns this pussy?"
"You! Only you!" she shrieked, her legs shaking as she hit a massive climax. Her insides clamped down on my fingers, milking them.
"That’s right," I whispered, not stopping. I kept moving my fingers, forcing her through the waves of her orgasm. "You’re just a little bitch for me."
I didn’t give her a second to recover. The "Oliver" in me was dead, buried under the weight of her betrayal. I reached for my zipper and unzipped it. I pulled my cock out, thick and pulsing with a need that felt like it was going to snap my mind in two. I pressed the head of it against her wet entrance, feeling her heat soak into me.
"You want to be fucked, Aurora?" I hissed, my breath hot against her neck. "Then don’t you dare cry for mercy."
She moaned, her ass moving back, searching for me, desperate to be filled. I didn’t wait. I didn’t ease in. I grabbed her hips and shoved myself all the way inside her in one brutal thrust.
"Ah!" she gasped, her back arching as I hit her deep, stretching her out.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I began to move, my body slamming against her ass with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Each thrust was hard, meant to remind her exactly who was inside her. I reached down and delivered a stinging spank to her red, marked ass cheek, the sound echoing in the room.
"Fuck!" she moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her tied wrists white-knuckled as they gripped the table.
"Does he do this to you?" I growled, increasing my pace until my hips were a blur of violence against her. "Does he hit you while he’s balls-deep in you? Does he make you beg like this?"
"No! Only you! Please, Raymond!"
I pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, over and over, until she was shushing and sobbing with pleasure. I wanted her to feel every inch of me. I wanted her to feel the difference between a King’s love and a Dom’s possession.
I reached out and flipped her over. I didn’t let her go. I lifted her onto the desk, her legs spread wide. I grabbed one of her legs and shoved it up over my shoulder, exposing her completely to me. I stepped in, my cock finding its way back home, sliding into her soaking wet heat.
Our eyes would have interlocked if not for the blindfold. Behind the green lenses of my mask, I was screaming, but my face stayed a cold, hard stone. Her tied hands came up, resting on my shoulders for balance as I began to thrust again.
I was brutal. I was fast. I watched her face as I hammered into her, watching her eyes roll back behind the silk, watching her lips part as she whimpered in pleasure.
"Listen to me," I commanded. "Listen to the man you preferred."
I increased the speed, my thrusts hitting her so hard the desk creaked under us. I was punishing her for loving this masked man more than Oliver, and I was punishing myself for being both.
I felt I was about to cum. I looked at her—my Aurora—her hair a mess on the desk, her expression hazy with a pleasure so deep it looked like pain.
I stopped moving for a second, staying deep inside her. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to face me even though she was blind. I wanted her to feel the weight of her choice.
"Tell the truth," I hissed, my voice rough and low. "Do you want the King’s bed tonight? Or do you want to stay right here, pinned to this desk by me?"
"You," she sobbed, her head falling back. "I want you."
My heart broke even as my wolf roared with pride. I leaned down, my mask rubbing against her skin, and buried my face into the soft curve of her shoulder. I sucked hard on her skin, pulling her flesh between my teeth until I knew it would leave a dark, purple hickey. She let out a sharp cry, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body shaking as she hit another massive climax.
"Tell me," I growled, my lips still pressing against the mark as I slammed into her one last time with everything I had. I wasn’t being careful. I was being raw. I was being Raymond. "Who did this to you?"
"Raymond!" she shrieked, her voice breaking as her insides clamped down on me. "Raymond... please... keep me!"
I let out a loud roar, my body locking up as I poured everything—my love, my hate, my jealousy—into her. I held her there, pinned to the desk, until the last of her shaking stopped. I felt her heart beating against mine, a fast, scared rhythm that I had caused.
I slowly pulled out and stepped back. The cold air hit me instantly, and I felt the mask becoming a cage again. I looked at her, lying there ruined and marked with that dark bruise on her shoulder. I felt like a god and a ghost at the same time.
I reached out and untied the cord from her wrists, then reached up and tugged the blindfold free. Her eyes flickered open, unfocused and dazed.
"Clean yourself up," I rasped, turning my back so she couldn’t see the pain behind my mask.