Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 157: Laura

Ace’s POV:

She hesitated, her lips barely brushing against mine before she pulled back like I was some schoolboy she had to humor.

I let out a low chuckle. Wrong move, little pet.

Before she could react, I grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her pupils were blown wide, not just with defiance but with something else—uncertainty. Fear? No, not yet. But it would come.

"You think that was a kiss?" My voice was calm, almost amused. "Try again."

She clenched her jaw, her wrists shifting slightly in the cuffs. I knew that look—calculating, weighing her options, thinking she still had some control here. Adorable.

I leaned in close, my lips barely an inch from hers. "Or I can take what I’m owed."

I could feel her pulse quicken. She was stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew I was done playing nice.

Elena inhaled sharply, then leaned in again, pressing her lips against mine—longer this time, firmer. But I could tell it was still just an act of defiance, a way to get it over with. That wasn’t enough.

I tangled my fingers into her hair and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss, demanding more. I felt her breath hitch—just for a second, just enough to know I’d thrown her off.

And then she bit my bottom lip.

A sharp sting, the taste of blood. I pulled back, running my tongue over the spot. She smirked.

Bold of her. Stupid, but bold.

"Now that," I murmured, brushing a thumb over her lips, "was more like it."

She stiffened slightly, her confidence flickering for just a moment. She thought she’d won something, that she’d thrown me off balance. She had no idea what game we were really playing.

But she would.

I would make sure of it.

She shifted, about to stand, thinking it was over. How naive.

I caught her wrist, my grip firm but not bruising—yet. "Where do you think you’re going?" My voice was smooth, almost amused.

Her eyes narrowed, her defiance still flickering like a flame not yet smothered. "You got what you wanted, Ace. Let me go."

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. "You think a kiss repays what you owe me?"

I pulled her back down onto my lap, locking her in place with a firm hand on her thigh. Her body tensed, her breath sharp, but I felt no real struggle. Not yet.

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Kane took more from my mate than a silly kiss, Elena."

She stiffened at that, and I smiled. Good. Let her understand. Let her see.

I dragged my fingers along her exposed arm, slow, deliberate. Not rough, not tender. Just enough to remind her that I was in control here, not her, not her mate, not fate.

She swallowed hard. "This isn’t revenge, Ace. It’s obsession."

I tilted my head, pretending to consider her words. "Maybe," I admitted. "But does it matter?"

Her breathing hitched when I ran my thumb over her pulse point. Fast. She was afraid. Or excited. Maybe both.

"You’re mine to break, little pet," I murmured, locking eyes with her. "And when I’m done, Kane won’t even recognize what’s left of you."

She glared, but I saw it now—that flicker of doubt. That tiny crack in her resistance.

I smiled.

Let the games begin.

She didn’t know.

She had no fucking idea what her mate did to mine. What Kane took. What he destroyed. All because of his sick, twisted cravings—his dark desires that turned my Laura into nothing but a shell.

But she would learn.

And what better way to teach her than now? What better way than to turn her on the same way he did to mine?

I let my fingers trace slow circles on her bare thigh, my grip tightening just enough to make her breath hitch. "You really don’t know, do you?" I whispered, my lips inches from her ear. "What your mate does to women. What he did to mine."

She tried to jerk back, but the cuffs kept her close. Trapped. Right where I wanted her.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she spat, but I could hear it—that tiny edge of uncertainty.

Good. Let the cracks form.

I chuckled darkly, running my hand up the curve of her waist. She shivered. Not from fear. Not yet.

"He likes them broken, Elena. Submissive. He wants them on their knees, obeying like mindless pets." I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "You really think you’re any different?"

Her lips parted, a sharp retort ready, but I beat her to it.

"Tell me something," I murmured, dragging my knuckles down her neck, over her collarbone, lower. "When he touched you, did he ever ask what you wanted?"

She froze.

Her silence was all the answer I needed.

"Thought so," I said, smirking. "That’s the difference between him and me, little pet. Kane takes. I make you beg to give."

Her breath was uneven now, her pupils blown wide. Conflicted.

I leaned in until my lips barely brushed hers, teasing. "Let’s see just how much he really trained you, hmm?"

"What do you mean your mate? What did Kane do?" she demanded, her voice sharp, laced with confusion.

For a second, I almost laughed. She really had no idea. No clue what her perfect, righteous mate was capable of. How he ruined what was mine.

But that’s not what amused me most.

No, what truly entertained me was how she was trying so hard to ignore what my hands were doing.

She could pretend all she wanted, but I felt it. The way her body tensed. The sharp intake of breath she tried to swallow. The way her thighs shifted slightly, as if resisting the urge to press together.

Oh, little pet, we’ll see how long you can keep up this act.

"You want the truth?" I murmured, dragging my fingers higher up the soft skin of her inner thigh, my other hand gripping her waist to keep her from pulling away. "Fine. Let’s talk about the mate you’re so desperate to get back to."

She stiffened, her breath hitching, but her stubbornness kept her silent.

Good. Let’s see how much she can take before she breaks.

"I’ll tell you..." I murmured, my lips grazing the shell of her ear, voice dripping with dark amusement. "...if you let me fuck you. Willingly."

I squeezed her ass, feeling the way she tensed, her entire body rigid against mine. Her reaction was instant—she tried to stand up again, but my grip on her waist kept her firmly in place.

Struggling already, little pet?

I chuckled lowly, my fingers kneading her soft flesh as I leaned in closer, letting my breath tickle her neck. "Laura," I whispered, feeling her body hesitate for just a moment. "Her name was Laura."

She stilled.

Hooked.

Curiosity. Doubt. A flicker of something in her eyes.

Perfect.

"Sit still and listen," I continued, my fingers tracing slow, lazy circles on her thigh. "Or I’ll make sure you feel every bit of what Kane did to my mate."

Her breath caught, but she didn’t move.

That’s more like it.

Elena didn’t move, but I could see the battle raging in her eyes. She wanted to run, to fight, but her curiosity held her hostage.

Good.

My fingers continued their slow, teasing circles on her thigh, creeping dangerously close to where I knew she was burning for friction. She tried to ignore it, her lips pressed into a stubborn line, but her body... her body was betraying her.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her jaw. "Laura..." I whispered, dragging her name out like a secret. "She was just like you once—wild, free-spirited, untamed." My grip on Elena’s waist tightened. "We were childhood friends. I used to chase her through the woods, and she’d always be two steps ahead, laughing like she owned the world."

I smirked against Elena’s skin, feeling the way she shivered when my hand slowly inched under her dress.

"She was a fighter. Stubborn as hell. A pain in my ass, really," I chuckled darkly. "She used to climb the tallest trees just to prove she could. She hated rules. Hated being controlled." My fingers trailed higher, grazing her inner thigh. "I left for a few years... and when I came back?" I stilled, letting the silence stretch, letting the weight of my words settle over her like a storm cloud.

Elena swallowed hard. "What happened?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

I let my lips ghost over her ear, my voice dropping lower. "She was gone."

Elena stiffened.

"Not dead. No... worse." I pulled back slightly, just enough to watch her reaction. "She was a shell—a pretty little doll with dead eyes and a quiet voice. She didn’t run anymore. Didn’t laugh. She didn’t think unless he allowed her to." My teeth grazed her earlobe, making her suck in a sharp breath. "She lived to obey. To serve. And Kane? He loved it."

Elena’s body trembled.

"He made her that way," I continued, my tone soft but laced with venom. "He broke her. Taught her that pain was love. That obedience was pleasure." My fingers traced the edge of her underwear, feeling the heat pooling there. "He trained her to be his perfect little slave."

Elena’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

"He ruined her," I whispered against her lips. "And now, I wonder..." My thumb pressed against the damp fabric between her legs, making her gasp. "...how long will it take before he ruins you too?"

The sourc𝗲 of this content is free(w)𝒆bnov(𝒆)l