Alpha's Dark Desires-Chapter 159: Taking Not Submitting

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Elena’s POV

Okay... I never expected things to go this far.

It started with simple touches, slow and deliberate, but the dark aura surrounding Ace had pulled me in too deep.

What is wrong with me?

I keep entangling myself with deranged, dark wolves—oops, let’s not forget the vampire, too.

Maybe Kane had already started corrupting me, pulling me into his twisted fantasies before I even realized it. Because fuck—I won’t lie, the cuffs around my wrists turned me on.

Or maybe it was the unfulfilled release from yesterday, the way Dean had left me burning, desperate, aching.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t fight as hard as I should have.

And then, just as I was trying to focus—to remind myself that this was wrong—Ace whispered something that captured my curiosity just as much as my body.

His mate.

The woman in the portrait.

The gorgeous one with lifeless eyes.

I felt something dark and twisted curl in my stomach as realization crept in.

BDSM.

Kane.

The same man who had left his mark on me. The man who owned my body, who ruled my desires.

But what if... he had ruined someone else before me?

Laura.

I remembered that name.

I remembered Dean and Kane mentioning her during my heat season.

And now, Ace was telling me she was his mate.

His broken mate.

I should have been disgusted.

I should have been furious.

But I couldn’t focus on my current emotions for Kane—not now. Not with Ace’s fingers stroking me, teasing me, destroying my resolve.

I was trapped between rage and desire.

Hate and hunger.

I wanted to push Ace away—but at the same time, I wanted to see how far he could take me.

"Fuck you," I spat, my voice raw with frustration.

Ace just grinned, looking way too pleased with himself.

Arrogant bastard.

My whole body was on edge, pulsing, aching. He had left me hanging on the edge of release, and now he just expected me to beg for it?

Not happening.

If he thought he had control, he was dead fucking wrong.

He thought he could break me.

He thought he could make me submit.

Fuck that.

If he was going to fuck with my body, then I was going to play the game, too.

But I wouldn’t submit.

No.

I would take what I wanted—without giving him the satisfaction of owning me.

And if there was one thing I knew how to do?

It was how to make a man lose control.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I shifted in his lap, pressing down against his hard, thick length still trapped behind his pants.

His smirk faltered.

Oh? He wasn’t expecting that?

Good.

I rolled my hips slowly, deliberately, grinding against him as I kept my gaze locked on his.

Ace thought he was in control—that he was the one breaking me down.

But if there was one thing I had learned from those sinful pages, it was that control could be reversed.

And that’s exactly what I was about to do.

Still straddling him, my cuffed hands looped around his neck, I shifted slightly, pressing my heat down against the thick bulge in his pants.

He tensed.

Good.

A smirk pulled at my lips as I started to grind against him, slow and teasing, moving my hips in deliberate circles, letting the friction build.

Ace let out a low, sharp breath, his grip on my hips tightening.

"Careful, little pet," he warned, his voice rough.

Oh, I was just getting started.

"You think I’ll beg?" I whispered, dragging my lips along his jaw. "You think I’ll say ’please’ like a good little girl?"

His fingers tightened on my waist, and I felt his cock jerk beneath me.

Oh, I had him now.

I tilted my head, lowering my lips to his ear, letting my breath tickle his skin as I whispered, "What’s wrong, Ace? I thought you were supposed to be breaking me?"

His jaw clenched.

I could feel his entire body tighten beneath me, his self-control slipping.

Good. Let him lose it.

I pressed another slow grind against him, rolling my hips just right, watching as his eyes darkened with pure hunger.

I kissed down his throat, feeling the sharp inhale he tried to suppress as my tongue flicked against his skin.

"You started this, Ace," I murmured, rolling my hips harder, grinding against the thick bulge pressing against my soaked panties. "But I’m going to finish it."

His jaw clenched, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.

He was losing control.

I smirked, licking my lips before dragging them back up to his ear, sucking his earlobe into my mouth.

"Fuck," he growled, his cock twitching.

I grinned.

He wanted control? Too bad.

Ace, the one who always had the upper hand, was under me now.

His chest heaved, his pupils blown wide with hunger as I leaned down, dragging my tongue across his throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

"Elena," he rasped, his fingers digging into my thighs.

Desperate now, aren’t we?

I grinned, rolling my hips again, letting him feel every inch of his cock pressing against me.

His control? Gone.

His resolve to make me beg? Shattered.

Ace cursed under his breath, his hands digging into my hips.

His control was crumbling.

And then—just like I planned—he snapped.

With a growl, he grabbed my thighs, yanked me tighter against him, and then his hands were everywhere.

His hands grabbed my dress, yanking it up over my head before his fingers hooked into my panties, tearing them off like they offended him.

"Fuck this," he growled, unzipping his pants, shoving them down just enough to free his cock—thick, hard, and already leaking for me.

His hands gripped my ass, yanking me forward until his tip rubbed against my soaked entrance.

I shuddered, a whimper escaping me, but I wasn’t done torturing him yet.

I rolled my hips, teasing him, letting his cock slip between my folds but not letting him push in.

His head slammed back against the seat, his hands shaking against my hips.

Oh, he was losing it.

His grip tightened—too tight—his breaths coming fast, heavy, ragged.

"Elena," he snarled. "Don’t fucking tease me."

I smirked.

"I thought you wanted me to beg?" I purred, dragging my slick heat along his length again.

His chest heaved.

His body shook.

And then—

He snapped.

With a snarl, Ace thrust up hard, driving his cock inside me in one deep, punishing stroke.

I cried out, my nails raking down his chest as he filled me, stretched me, ruined me.

"Fuck," I gasped, my head tipping back.

Ace growled, his hands tightening on my hips, holding me still as he thrust up into me again, deep and rough, hitting every spot that made me shatter.

"You’re fucking mine," he snarled, dragging me down against him. "And I don’t need to tie you up to make you submit."

My body shook, pleasure coiling, heat building so fast it made my head spin.

I was so close.

And this time?

He wasn’t stopping.

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I shouldn’t have let it happen.

I told myself I wouldn’t give in.

But fuck.

The way he touched me, the way he knew exactly where to press, where to tease, where to stroke until my body was **betraying me—**I couldn’t stop myself.

At first, I thought I was losing.

That I was falling into his little game.

But then I realized—he wanted me to beg.

He wanted me to submit.

And I didn’t.

I took.

I claimed.

Even cuffed, I had control.

I moved against him, teasing him, grinding into that hard length straining in his pants, and the moment I felt him curse against my neck, his cock twitching against me—I knew.

He was the one losing control.

So when he finally snapped, when he ripped off his belt, unzipping his pants with desperate hands, I smirked.

Because I won.

The moment he slammed into me, stretching me wide, deep, making me arch and moan, I realized I didn’t need to submit to find pleasure.

I could take it.

And I did.

He fucked me hard, just like he promised, his hands gripping my hips, keeping me exactly where he wanted as he thrust into me, filling me completely.

But I gave as much as I took.

I rolled my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke, moan for moan, dragging my teeth across his throat, watching as he shuddered beneath me.

I could feel the way his muscles tensed, the way his hands shook as he gripped my ass, trying to hold back, to stay in control.

But I didn’t let him.

I fucked him back, harder, faster, watching as that cocky smirk of his faltered into something raw, desperate.

"Fuck, Elena—"

I dragged my tongue along his jaw, my hands tight around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist as I rode him like I was fucking claiming him.

He growled, spanking my ass, but the sharp sting only drove me wilder.

"You like it rough, don’t you?" he rasped, biting my shoulder.

I smirked, panting. "And you like it when I fight back."

His eyes darkened, but I saw the truth in them.

I wasn’t his broken little pet.

I was his match.

And when I came, I came on my terms.

Not because he commanded it, but because I let myself.

Because I wanted to.

And the way he groaned, his grip bruising, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he lost himself in my body—that was my victory.

Because Ace didn’t break me.

And he never would.

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