The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 120: The shadow

Oliver’s POV

​"Tell me, Aurora," I hissed, my chest heaving against her knees. "Does the King make you feel this? Does he make you beg for more even when you’re breaking?"

​"No... ah! No, Raymond," she sobbed, her bound hands reaching out to clutch at my hair. "He’s too... he’s too careful. I don’t want careful. I want you to ruin me. Fuck me harder!"

​"Careful is for things you want to keep," I growled, my pace becoming a relentless, rhythmic thud. "I just want to use you. Tell me what you are to me."

​"I’m yours... nnn-yes... I’m your toy. Your property. Just don’t stop!"

​I groaned, my wolf’s pride stung by her admission even as my body thrived on it. I pulled her off the bed entirely, her feet hitting the floor for only a second before I hoisted her up. I marched her toward the wall, her legs locked around my waist and her bound wrists hooked over my neck.

​I slammed her back against the cold plaster, the impact drawing a sharp gasp from her lungs. I didn’t let up. I held her there with pure strength, my hands under her ass as I drove upward.

​"Look at you," I whispered against her throat, my teeth grazing her pulse point. "Blind, bound, and dripping for a man who doesn’t even show you his face. You’re a filthy little liar, aren’t you? Pretending to love a King while you’re screaming for me."

​"I’m not pretending!" she shrieked, her voice echoing in the small room. "I love him... but I need this! I need you to take what he won’t! Please, Raymond... harder! Give me everything!"

​Her honesty was a blade to my heart. She loved Oliver, but she was addicted to the thrill I provided as Raymond.

​I turned, carrying her toward the heavy chair in the corner of the room. I sat down heavily, keeping her straddled over my lap, facing away from me. I pulled her back against my chest, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts as I thrust upward into her.

​"Then take it," I rasped, my lips pressed against the back of her neck. "If you want the monster, you get all of him. Tell me how my cock feels inside you, Aurora. Tell me how it feels to be filled by someone who doesn’t care about you."

​"It feels... hnggh... it feels like I’m drowning," she moaned, her head falling back onto my shoulder. Her bound hands searched for mine, finding them and squeezing tight. "It’s so big... it stretches me... I feel every inch of you. It’s... it’s perfect. Fuck, you’re so thick... I can’t breathe..."

​"Good," I growled, my hand moving down to find the spot where we were joined, my thumb rubbing against her while I continued to drive into her from below. "Don’t breathe. Just feel. Feel how much better this is than ’safe.’ Feel how much more I am than him."

​"You’re... you’re everything," she choked out, her body starting to tighten, her internal muscles clenching around me in a desperate, rhythmic pulse. "Raymond... please... I’m close... I’m so close!"

​I wasn’t ready for her to cum yet.

​I stood up from the chair, the sudden movement making her gasp as I kept us joined. I didn’t set her down. Instead, I marched back to the bed and tossed her onto her stomach.

​I didn’t give her a second to recover. I flattened my body over hers, pinning her chest against the mattress while my hands reached forward to grab her bound wrists, pulling them taut toward the headboard. I drove into her from behind, a low, heavy rhythm that ground my hips against hers.

​"Fuck, Aurora," I growled into her ear, my mask rubbing against her skin.

​I shoved my hand under her belly, lifting her hips higher so I could hit her even deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding was the only thing filling the room. "You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?"

​She moaned out in response.

​I flipped her over onto her back again but kept her legs high. I shifted my weight, pinning one of her legs flat against the bed while I threw her other leg over my shoulder, locking us together in a tight, angled scissor. This position let me see every inch of her—the way her skin was flushed, the way the silk blindfold was damp with her tears of pleasure.

​"You’re so tight, Aurora," I rasped, my breath hitching as her muscles clamped around me like a vice. "Like you were made just to be ruined by me."

​My thrusts became shorter and more violent, focusing entirely on the friction. She was sobbing now, a high, needy sound that told me she was right on the edge of cumming.

​Finally, I pulled her back into a kneeling position on the edge of the bed, her back to me. I reached around and gripped her throat—not to hurt, just to remind her who was in charge—and pulled her head back against my shoulder. I entered her again, the angle letting me reach every sensitive spot she had left.

​The fury in me began to ebb, replaced by a sudden, crushing wave of tenderness I couldn’t suppress. My wolf had been fed, but the man—the man who loved her—was breaking. I slowed down, my thrusts becoming long, deep, and agonizingly slow. I wasn’t the Dom anymore. I was her Oliver, trying to comfort her through a lie.

​She felt the shift. Her breath hitched, and she reached back blindly, her bound hands finding my masked face. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

​"Raymond..." she whispered, her voice broken and small. "Please... I want to touch you. At least let me feel your face. Just once."

​My heart hammered against my ribs. If I let her touch me, the game was over. But as I looked at her—blinded, bound, and completely surrendered—I couldn’t say no.

​I turned her to lie on her back, then I reached up and untied the mask, letting it clatter to the floor. I guided her bound hands to my face. Her fingers were trembling as they traced my jawline, my nose, and the curve of my lips.

​"You feel... handsome," she moaned, a soft smile touching her lips even as I continued to move inside her with a gentle, steady pace. "I knew there was something beautiful behind the mask."

​I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I just leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that was all Oliver—sweet, desperate, and full of a love I wasn’t allowed to voice. She melted into me, her legs locking around my waist one last time.

​"You feel so good," she whispered against my mouth, and for a split second, I didn’t know which man she was saying it to.

​It didn’t matter. I groaned as my climax finally hit, a blinding explosion that left me weak. I surged deep inside her, filling her with everything I was, as she let out one final, piercing cry of release.

​I collapsed onto her, my chest heaving, burying my face in the crook of her neck. I stayed there for a long moment, just breathing her in. But then, reality came crashing back. I had to get out.

​I pulled away, the loss of her warmth feeling like a physical wound. I quickly grabbed the mask and shoved it back on, then scrambled into my black jeans and leather jacket.

​"Aurora?" I whispered, my voice filled with worry.

​There was no answer. I looked down and saw her eyes closed, her body limp and pale against the sheets. She had fainted—her body finally giving in to the exhaustion of the terror and the pleasure.

​I stood over her for a heartbeat, my hand hovering over her hair. I wanted to stay. I wanted to wake her up and tell her everything. But the clock was ticking.

​I moved closer to the bed, my heart heavy. Seeing her like this—pale, still, and completely exhausted—made the guilt gnaw at my insides. I reached out, my gloved hand trembling as I pressed two fingers against the pulse point in her neck.

​It was steady. A bit fast, but strong. She was just exhausted. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, my shoulders sagging with relief. She wasn’t hurt, just pushed to the absolute limit of her body and soul.

​I stepped back, but I couldn’t bring myself to just walk out while she lay there exposed. I reached for the duvet at the foot of the bed and pulled it up, covering her small, marked body. I tucked the edges around her shoulders, my fingers lingering for a second against her skin.

​My heart sank. I had just claimed her in the most brutal way possible while wearing the face of a man she was supposed to hate. And now, I had to leave her to wake up alone.

​"I’m sorry, Aurora," I whispered, the words barely a breath. "One day, I’ll make this right. I promise."

​I forced myself to turn away. I couldn’t look back, or I’d never leave. I grabbed my keys, the metal cold in my palm, and slipped out of the apartment.