Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 158: Taking Or Giving?

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Ace’s POV

"He ruined her," I whispered against her lips, drinking in the way her breath hitched, her pupils dilating with something she refused to name. Want. Need. A dangerous craving.

"And now, I wonder..." I trailed my fingers between her thighs, pressing my thumb firmly against the damp fabric covering her core. Soaked.

Elena gasped, her body jolting forward, her hips rolling instinctively against my hand. Good girl.

"How long will it take," I murmured, pressing harder, watching as her lips parted, a soft moan escaping before she could stop it, "before he ruins you too?"

She tensed, but her body betrayed her. Oh, she wanted this.

I slid my other hand up her back, gripping the cuffs that kept her wrists locked in place around my neck. She was straddling me, pinned against my lap like a willing offering, yet her mind still fought what her body had already accepted.

"Don’t look so shocked," I smirked, grinding my hips upward, letting her feel just how hard she was making me. She whimpered. "You want to know the kind of punishments Kane gives his women? The kind Laura endured before she was nothing but a breathing doll?"

Elena stiffened at her name.

"She was wild, once," I continued, running my lips down the curve of her throat, nipping at her skin just enough to make her shiver. "Fiery. Untamed. She would have burned the world rather than let a man control her."

My fingers slipped beneath the soaked fabric, pushing it aside. I traced lazy circles over her slit, feeling how hot, how wet she was for me.

"But Kane?" I smirked darkly, watching her eyes flutter as I barely teased her clit, drawing out her frustration. "Kane tamed her. Just like he’ll tame you."

She growled, grinding down onto my fingers, the movement almost involuntary. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breaths coming in short, shaky pants.

She was giving in.

I chuckled, dragging a single finger through her slick folds before slipping inside, just barely.

"He didn’t fuck her, not at first," I whispered against her ear, feeling her clench around my fingertip. "He broke her."

Elena’s breathing turned erratic, her hips rolling, chasing more. Chasing me.

"He bound her wrists behind her back. Left her kneeling for hours." I pushed deeper, curling my finger inside her, relishing the way her body trembled. "No touching. No moving. No speaking—unless it was to beg."

She moaned, arching her back, her nipples tight against the thin fabric of her dress.

"And when she failed to please him?" I withdrew my finger, teasing her entrance. "Punishments. Spankings until she bruised. A leash around her throat. And my favorite—" I thrust two fingers inside her, slow but deep, making her cry out, her forehead falling against my shoulder.

"He blindfolded her," I continued, fucking her slowly with my fingers, feeling her soak me with every stroke. "Tied her up. Let his twin touch her, taste her—but never take her. That was his right alone."

Elena gasped sharply, her legs trembling. "No," she choked out, shaking her head. Denying. Fighting. But her body? Her body was telling me a different story.

I smirked, curling my fingers against that sweet, sensitive spot inside her. "You say no, but you’re still grinding on my hand, little pet."

She froze, realization hitting her too late.

I laughed darkly, my free hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her meet my gaze. "You like this," I whispered, thrusting deeper, harder. "You like my fingers inside you. You’re fucking yourself on them like a needy little thing."

Her lips parted, her eyes hazy with arousal, but she said nothing.

"You’re not like Laura," I murmured, pulling my fingers out completely, watching as her body shuddered from the loss. I leaned in, letting my lips brush against her trembling ones. "I don’t punish like Kane. I don’t get off on hitting and binding."

I slid my soaked fingers into my mouth, groaning at the taste of her.

She watched me, spellbound.

"I fuck my women into submission."

Then, before she could protest, I kissed her—hard, deep, devouring.

And this time, she kissed me back.

Her lips were wild against mine now, desperate, hungry. She wasn’t fighting me anymore. No, she was chasing me.

Good girl.

I took my time, tasting her, drinking in the soft gasps she made as I rocked my hips up, pressing the hard length of my cock against her drenched core. She shivered.

"You’re already so fucking wet for me," I murmured against her lips, rolling my hips up again, making her whimper. "Is that for me... or him?"

Her brows furrowed, her body tensing at the mention of Kane, but the second my hands slid up her dress, her hesitation faltered.

I gripped her ass, pulling her against me in a slow, agonizing grind that had her biting back a moan.

I chuckled darkly. "Don’t hold back, little pet. I can feel you dripping onto my jeans."

I flipped her dress up over her hips, exposing the thin scrap of lace that barely covered her. Fuck. I should ruin these. Rip them off with my teeth. But not yet.

Not until she begged for it.

I dragged my thumb over her clit, the damp fabric clinging to her. "You’re burning up," I whispered, slipping a single finger under her panties, teasing her slick entrance. "You need this, don’t you?"

She whimpered, hips jerking against my hand, trying to push me deeper.

"Say it," I demanded, pressing just inside her but not giving her what she needed.

She glared at me, her chest rising and falling in sharp breaths. Defiant. Stubborn. But I saw it—the frustration, the desperation. The need.

"You want me to fuck you, don’t you?" I taunted, slipping my finger in just halfway.

She let out a choked moan, clenching around me.

"Fuck—" she hissed, but still didn’t say it.

I smirked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

With excruciating slowness, I spread her open, stroking her walls with long, lazy thrusts of my fingers, curling them just right to make her tremble in my lap.

Her arms were still cuffed around my neck, keeping her from pushing me away—or pulling me closer. She was completely at my mercy.

And she fucking loved it.

"Look at you," I murmured, my other hand cupping her breast through her dress, rolling her nipple between my fingers. "Grinding on my hand like you need this to breathe."

Her whimper was my answer.

I tugged her neckline down, exposing her soft, perfect tits, and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it deep into my mouth while my fingers worked her pussy—faster, harder, deeper.

"F-Fuck!" she gasped, her head tipping back.

There it was.

I smirked against her breast, flicking my tongue over her aching peak. "You’re close, aren’t you?"

She nodded frantically, her hips rolling to meet my thrusts, chasing her high.

"Go on, then," I purred, sucking harder, adding another finger to stretch her, fucking her harder. "Cum for me, little pet."

She was right there—her body locking up, breath hitching, pleasure coiling tight, ready to snap.

And then—

I stopped.

I pulled my fingers out completely.

Her eyes snapped open in fury.

"What the fuck—?" she seethed, panting, her thighs trembling.

I licked my fingers clean, savoring the taste of her as I met her murderous glare with a dark smile.

"Fuck you," she spat, her voice raw with frustration. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

I smirked. There it is.

The fire in her. The resistance. The need.

Her wrists were still cuffed, her hands locked behind my neck as she straddled me. She could fight, curse, glare all she wanted—but her body? Her body was already betraying her.

I could feel it. The heat radiating from between her legs, soaking through my pants.

"You want to come so badly, don’t you?" I murmured, dragging my fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where I knew she needed me. "But I told you, little pet... you have to ask for it."

Her eyes burned into mine, her pride keeping her lips sealed.

Fine.

I’d break her another way.

Sliding my hand higher, I pressed the pads of my fingers against the soaked fabric of her panties. Just barely. A whisper of a touch.

Her sharp intake of breath was everything.

She rolled her hips.

Slow. Deliberate. Grinding against the solid length of me still trapped behind my pants.

Fuck.

My control slipped, my fingers digging into her waist as she moved against me.

She was fighting me—but at the same time, she wasn’t.

Her lips found my throat, her breath warm, her tongue flicking out in a way that made my cock throb painfully.

"You think I’ll beg?" she whispered against my skin, grinding harder.

She was turning the game on me.

"Elena." I warned, my grip tightening.

But she just smirked.

Sliding her lips along my jaw, she moved her hips again, pressing herself right against my cock, making me grit my teeth as a growl tore through me.

"Teasing me now?" I murmured, my fingers sliding up her back, ghosting over the delicate straps of her dress before yanking them down.

She gasped as I tugged her dress down, exposing her breasts.

Fuck.

I wanted to take my time. I wanted to make her beg.

But she was grinding against me, her breathing heavy, her nipples hardening under my touch as I dragged my thumb across one, teasing.

"You think you have control?" I muttered, pulling her nipple into my mouth, sucking, biting, teasing.

She let out a soft, breathy moan, her body arching.

There it is.

I smirked against her skin, dragging my lips lower, lower, letting my fingers trail down between her thighs again.

She shuddered.

Her wrists were still cuffed behind my neck, keeping her arms locked in place. Completely vulnerable.

I dragged my fingers under her panties, just barely brushing against her swollen, dripping heat.

"You’re already soaked for me," I murmured darkly, my fingers teasing her entrance. "And yet, you still pretend to hate this?"

Her breath hitched, but she glared at me.

Still stubborn.

Good. I liked breaking stubborn things.

I thrust one finger inside her without warning, swallowing her gasp as she clenched hard around me.

"You’re so fucking tight," I growled, curling my finger inside her, pressing against that spot that made her whole body tremble.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the sound—but I wasn’t having that.

I added another finger, pumping slow, teasing.

Her thighs quivered against mine, her breathing coming in sharp gasps as I stroked her from the inside, pushing her closer, closer—

Her legs tensed.

Her breath caught.

Her whole body was seconds away from shattering.

And then—

I stopped.

I pulled my fingers away and leaned back, watching her break apart.

Her eyes flew open, wild, desperate.

"What the fuck?" she snapped, her voice dripping with frustration.

I licked my fingers clean, smirking.

"I fuck hard," I murmured, pressing my cock against her soaked panties. "But you need to tell me you want it first."

She cursed, grinding down against me again, but I grabbed her hips, holding her still.

"I said—" I dragged my lips along her throat. "Say it."

She whimpered, her wrists pulling against the cuffs, needing something to hold onto.

I could feel her resolve slipping, her need overpowering her pride.

Still, she clenched her jaw, refusing to say the words.

I chuckled darkly.

"Then I guess we’re done here."

I made a move to lift her off me, but—

She panicked.

Her legs tightened around me, pressing me closer, grinding her soaked heat against me harder.

"Fuck you," she snarled.

And then—

She crashed her lips to mine.

It wasn’t a kiss.

It was a claim.

Wild. Desperate. Her lips slamming against mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth like she wanted to devour me whole.

I growled, my hands slamming against her hips, shoving her down against me as she took control.

Her lips trailed down my throat, her teeth grazing my skin, making my cock twitch violently.

Fucking hell.

She was ruining my plan.

I was supposed to break her.

I was supposed to make her beg.

But now? Now, I was the one desperate.

Now, I was the one losing control.

She was still cuffed, her arms locked behind my neck, making her completely open to me, completely at my mercy—

And yet, somehow, I was the one at hers.

Fuck it.

I grabbed her hips, lifting her just enough to unzip my pants.

Her breath hitched, her eyes dark with hunger, but she didn’t stop me.

Didn’t resist.

I kicked my pants down just enough to free myself, my cock hard, aching, desperate.

And then—

I slammed her down onto me.

She cried out, her head falling back, her body clenching around me like she was made for this.

I groaned, my hands gripping her ass, holding her still as I let her feel just how deep I was inside her.

Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling, overwhelmed.

I growled, my lips ghosting over her ear.

"You belong to me now," I whispered, my grip tightening.

And then—

I fucked her.

Hard. Deep.

Ruining her.

Just like she was ruining me.

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