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She yelps as I pick her up with ease and sit her down on my desk harshly. My hands land on the sides, pushing everything on the floor to make space for us.
“What are you do – doing?” Her eyes become round, taking an innocent edge and messing with my already fucked mind. I place my hands on her bare thighs, part her legs, and stand between them. Her hands come up to rest on my chest.
I wait for her to push me away. All she has to do is to utter one fucking one word- – -No. I will disappear from her sight faster than a fucking vampire and not touch her again until she begs.
But, she doesn’t say it, doesn’t push me away.
I have done the worst things with her. I left her to die because I was too fucking angry after finding my daughter. But she never refuses my advances, and they soothe a little part of me. It makes me possessive of this little trouble for my cock.
I swallow the uneasiness in my throat before sucking a deep breath. I am not fucking her. No. It will be disastrous. One taste again, and I might become an addict.
“What did he do?” I ask the question which has been pounding my head for the whole night and the morning.
“What are you talking about?” Her eyes lower to my chest.
Her heart races in her chest, and the heady scent of her arousal spreads in the air around us. I can notice everything, but I pretend to be oblivious just for the sake of my throbbing cock and my sanity.
“Josh Benjamin. You were calling his name in your sleep last night. You were crying. What did he do to you?” I grip her jaw and lift her face so she can look into my eyes when she answers.
“I told you. He was my first mate, Alpha Alexander. He rejected me. That same night, I met you… and you turned out to be my second chance, mate.” She mumbles under her breath and closes her eyes so I can’t look into them.
The thought of that fucker coming anywhere near her boils my fucking blood. But I know my cock was the first she took, and there is no way she had sex with that twat when she was pregnant.
There is something she is hiding from me.
“Look at me,” I command, gripping her jaw harshly.
She opens her beautiful eyes reluctantly and peers into mine. My throat clogs as I nearly give in to the urge to claim her.
“I will ask one last time, Layla.” I drop my volume so she knows this is fucking serious.
Her body shakes. But I know it’s not fear. She is wet for me. Her pussy wants my cock, and her body can’t handle my proximity.
“If you don’t give me the right answer, I will fucking spread your legs on this desk and spank your pussy until it’s sore and can’t take any more pain.” My eyes stay on her flickering ones.
She gasps inaudibly and unconsciously arches her back.
“Then, I will shove my cock so deep inside your throbbing pussy that you will be begging me for mercy. I will not slow down. I will not stop. I will fuck you until you are a writhing mess, and then just when you think you will find fucking release, I will pull out. I will ask you again. What did that fucker do to you? And every time you answer this question wrong.”
“Alpha Alexander.” She moans, pressing her boobs to my chest.
The need to fuck her is becoming a physical pain for me. My cock is fucking agonized. But I need answers. I need to know what he did to her.
“It’s none of your-your business.” She tries to breathe but pauses when she sees me stepping closer.
“You asked for it.” I rasp, dropping my hand to her stomach and pushing her down on the desk.
Her back arches off the surfaces, making me groan. She is so fucking hot.
I lift her dress slowly, but she stops me by placing her hands on mine. The resistance almost makes me flip and lose control. But I will never drop so low. I will never fuck a woman who doesn’t want to get fucked.
“He- – – “Her eyes water up. “He- – -He tried to rape me. Many times. When-When I was pregnant, he- – -he wanted to rape me, and I- – -I was so scared.”
My hands go still around her upper thighs. Lust disappears behind the haze of unadulterated rage.
The fucker is so dead.
I let go of her thighs and take a step back to give her space. She stays lying on my desk for a few moments, regaining her breath while I watch her moist eyes.
No one has the right to make her cry. She is mine.
“You can do whatever you want. If that fucking woman in the kitchen stops you, kick her out. If anyone else gets in your way, tell them they shouldn’t mess with you. You are my daughter’s Mommy.” I mutter before turning around and leaving the office.
I have to go after that fucker now. He will regret the day he dared to touch her forcefully.
LAYLA
“What happened to you?” Daphne asks as I enter the kitchen.
She is sitting on the stool, eating a sandwich this woman named Eva has made for her. She thought she ran the place and wouldn’t let me go anywhere near the stove, so I had to talk to Alpha Alexander. But I shouldn’t have. Because now, I am disoriented and floating somewhere between the past and present.
“Layla.” Daphne drops the sandwich on the plate.
“Nothing, D. Nothing happened,” I mutter and take a seat beside her.
Her hand lands on my arm, softly running up and down to show support. She knows I need it right now. She is my best friend. She can tell when I am fine and when I am not.
I cast a side glance at Eva, who has her back to me.
“Eva. I talked to Alpha Alexander. He said I can cook if I want to. So, can you please move out of the kitchen once you are done?” I ask politely.
She turns around abruptly. Her eyes narrow on me.
“He will never allow it.” She hisses.
I don’t know why this woman hates me. She is old enough to be Alpha Alexander’s mother, so I can’t even doubt that she is interested in him. She has some other reason, and I can’t seem to point it out.
“You can ask him if you want. He really allowed it.” I reason diplomatically with her. I am not here to make enemies.
She huffs, glares at me for a few more moments, and then turns around.
Daphne and I glance at each other. She presses her forefinger to the side of her head, gesturing at me to believe Eva is probably mad.
I suppress a smile and place my hand over hers. She grins, grabbing the sandwich again.
“Where is Ayla?” I ask.
I left her with Daphne before I went to Alpha Alexander’s office.
“She is playing with Serafina’s son in the yard.” She shrugs.
“Serafina has a son?” I wonder.
“Of course, Layla. He is Ayla’s friend now, so you had better get to know him and his mother. That’s cool.” She says while munching on the sandwich.
I sigh in relief. My daughter is kind of a social butterfly unlike me or even her Daddy. She likes making friends everywhere she goes and brightens up their world with her giggles. I am glad I was able to raise her like this.