I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha-Chapter 29: Have you ever been touched here?

ODETTE’S POV:

Blinking my eyes so my vision could adjust to the blinding light.

Where am I? What happened?

I felt a light grip on my hand, it was Ambrose, holding it he laid his head beside me on the bed.

My eyes searched his face, and I found nothing but perfection. His hair tousled from what looked like a restless sleep. His breathing slow and steady. His lips, they looked so soft. I had such an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his lips. How could anyone look so good while they sleep. It’s so unfair someone so awful has such a beautiful face. It’s waisted on him.

As if he could tell I was thinking about him his eyes flung open and for a moment I saw his face flash with relief before falling back it’s resting position of indifference.

"Sleeping beauty wakes." I joke.

"You’re the one whose been asleep for a total of two days..." He chuckled lightly. Giving a big stretch, letting go of my wrist. It left it cold and lonely.

Why am I thinking like this?

Wait... did her just say two days?

"What do you mean, two days?" No way have I been asleep that long.

"Yeah, you actually turned into fire and melted a man." He smiled. This sick guy smiled.

"Hold on did you say I melted a man?" There’s no way, I can’t even use fire magic like that yet. I only have control over wind, I can us the others but not like I can wind. Fire has been especially difficult.

"That’s impossible." I denied.

"No, it’s possible I watched it. You’re eyes glowed white and then you caught on fire, and then you threw the fire. I mean actually threw it. It rolled across the ground until it caught that son of a bitch and burned until there was nothing but dust, melting the fur and skin off his wolf." He then gave me a twisted grin "I didn’t know you could use fire magic. I never seen it wield like that. It was gruesome."

"I killed someone?" I was stunned, I feel like I should remember my first time killing someone. My father would be proud I roasted a dog.

"You seriously don’t remember what happened?" He raised an eyebrow questioning my honesty.

"The last thing I remember was kicking that little prick’s ass with my wind abilities." That’s what he gets. His ass beat by a girl misogynistic son of a bitch. What a pussy. Couldn’t handle a little girl half his size.

"He deserved every ounce of pain you dished him. I’m proud of you my little princess." He was sitting up now gazing at me with what looked to be amusement. He’s amused I murdered one of his people?

For some reason, I felt so good hearing that. There is something completely wrong with me, I think I’m losing it.

"That’s cool."

"You really can’t remember the power surge you had?" He really sounded like he didn’t believe me.

"Yes really. You’re really glad I killed one of your people?"

"That guy was a fuckin creep. I’ve never liked him; he was just a damn good tracker. Talent was wasted on such a scum bag." Ambrose leaned back in the chair he was sitting in.

You’re one to talk...

"You have elemental magic? Now that, I truly didn’t expect. You continue to surprise me princess. I’m quite intrigued by you." He leaned closer picking up some of my hair and twirling it around his finger.

And my stupid heart, the traitor that it is, started beating rapidly. The longer he twirled my hair the faster my heart beat.

"Have you ever been touched, princess?" His voice was way to seductive and suggestive for my comfort right now.

"How is that any of your business?" I snapped back.

"I can zap you, if you don’t want to tell me."

"You really just have no respect for a woman’s privacy, do you?"

"Not when the woman is my property. No, I want to know everything." He was so smooth with his words.

"One: not your property, two: I don’t care, I’m not telling you." I scoffed at him, feeling annoyed with his misogynistic bullshit.

"Then how about this." He sat up, now leaning on his knees he crossed finger in front of his face and continued "We play a game. I ask a question and you and answer yes or now, and if you refuse, I’ll punish you, just like last time. Or I can just lock you again. Whichever you prefer."

This smug bastard.

"I don’t want to play."

"You don’t have a choice princess."

He moved quicker than I anticipated taking one wrist and using his belt to tie it to the bed.

When the hell did, he even take that off? Did he have it off the whole time? That’s when I noticed I was wearing nothing but his shirt. Who changed my clothes?

Heat rushed to my cheeks as anger flooded me.

"Get the fuck off me Ambrose." I screamed at him. I struggle against him pushing and pulling. I bite down hard a grunt escaping me as I fought him. His leg brushing against my womanhood sent heat to my cheeks, spiking my heart rate. My breath hitched, he took that time and undid his loosen tie. He forcefully grabbed my other wrist tying both to the bed. I thrashed underneath him. His body was so close proximity to mine, I could feel the heat radiating from him. Smell his earthy pine smell. My body betrayed me, yet again, moistening between my legs from his touch.

Seeing his smug smile pissed me off, I know he could smell my arousal.

"You see, my little princess, I really don’t like sharing my toys." He got off the bed, the absence of his body was leaving nothing cold air between us and a pit in my stomach. "I want to reclaim what he touched, what anyone has touched on you. Because you belong to me. Every single last piece of you. Mind, body, and soul. It is mine to touch, mine to punish, mine to destroy. No one else has the right it you, except me."

"You’re delusional" I spat back at him.

"Haha, no princess you are delusional to think you even have a choice in this." He laughed in my face.

He made his way to his desk, and that’s when I knew what he was retrieving.

Or at least I thought I did. He grabbed a long blindfold.

Theres no way in hell this mother fucker was going to tie me up and blindfold me. I started to thrash again. Ripping at the ties to the bed. I could feel the bruising on my wrists.

I was going to need to feed if I wanted those to go away anytime soon.

"Let’s stop throwing a tantrum, and let’s have a little fun now, shall we?"

"No, screw you. Do I need to set you on fire like I did Ezra? Hmm?" I snapped at him, reminding him, I’m not some weak little girl, I’m a bad bitch, and I bite, hard.

"I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still." He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill.

"You don’t smell shit from me." I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind.

But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played.

He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering.

He pulled up his short that I was wearing. Exposing the full front of my body.

His first touch on my body sent electric sparks shooting through my veins. Trailing his fingers from knees to my thighs. Stopping at my birth mark tracing his fingers delicately over it.

"Ever been touched here, by man?"

I shook my heads no.

He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath.

He moved to my stomach. "How about here?"

I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. freёweɓnovel.com

"And what about?" He paused and then gently touched my lips.

His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back.

I nodded yes. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs.

And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him.

I could feel the intensity from him growing. The desire was burning him up too.

He pulled away leaving me staggering for air.

"You taste far better than I expected." He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine.

He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again.

And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Here?" he lightly drew a circle around my nipple. I froze, because only one person ever touched under my clothes. Not even Kal.

"Princess?" He paused.

I turned my head because I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t bear the truth. Admitting out loud I’d been weak enough to let so low life worthless dog touch me.

He knew without my nod, that was a place Ezra touched me. I heard him growl low, something angry.

But he didn’t touch me there. I was grateful. But a part of me wanted him to reclaim that space on my body. But before I could finish the thought, his hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched.

He growled low and possessively asked "And here?"