Filed to story: The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
As soon as I put my hand on the knob, the door opened. A large hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me in.
The bathroom light was off, and only a faint yellow light shined through from beneath the door, allowing a glimpse of the tattoo on the man’s collarbone.
I wanted to look closer, but he suddenly turned around and pressed me against the wall.
God damm it, I was tired of men throwing me around tonight.
He hugged me from behind and again secured my hands with a zip tie.
Then, the blindfold was over my eyes again.
Gah!!!!!
Why did he tie me up again?
I opened my mout h to speak, but he grabbed my chin roughly, his fingers pinching as he positioned me.
A chill swept over me, and then his lips were on mine. Rough, hard, sensual…needy.
The moment he kissed me, I lifted my bound hands up to touch his face.
He’d removed the mask, but since I was blindfolded it didn’t matter.
I was pressed against the wall, and the man’s hot body almost burned mine, the heat coming off him was so intense.
Wolf shifters ran hot, but this guy was like an inferno.
His kiss devoured me, like a hungry wolf that couldn’t wait to swallow me whole. I was his prey.
And why did I like it?
“Hmm…” I let out a soft moan before I could think to hold it in.
When he heard it, it was though a switch flipped, and his actions were almost manic. He ripped my dress off, his strong hands and claws easily shedding the fabric from my body.
After he turned me around, he pressed me face-first against the wall again, lifting my bound hands above my head.
He moved with a sense of urgency and aggression as if he hadn’t been with a woman in a long time.
It seemed the wolf would never be satisfied.
Tears burned my eyes.
If Griffon had thought me dir ty before…
A strangled sob broke free, and the man suddenly stopped moving.
He grabbed my chin, twisted my face to the side, and questioned coldly, “Who are you crying for?”
I pursed my lips tightly and did not say anything. My tears had soaked the blindfold and were streaming down my face.
Apparently, this wolf didn’t like my silence.
His next…movements…were punishing. Designed to hurt, to only take from my body and leave me with no pleasure.
I’d thought he looked a bit like Griffon before, but even
Griffon had never been like this. The way this man moved, his sheer strength… It was completely different. There was no comparing the two. Griffon had never been this…this desperate.
Oh goddess.
What if Roman came back while this was happening?
I collapsed, letting my body go limp. He was too strong, too powerful, too determined. I would never be able to get away from him until he decided he was going to let me go.
If he did.
It wasn’t until this moment that I realized Roman had deliberately let me go before.
The recognition sent shockwaves through me.
If he’d really wanted to rape me, he would have done so by now. He could easily overpower me, especially given how sick I was. I had gotten away not because I was smart or strong, but because Roman had allowed it.
“You can only be mine!” the wolf behind me growled menacingly.
He bit at my lips again, his clawed hand clutching roughly at my hip.
It took nearly two hours for him to let me go…
My body had long since gone limp, given up. Coupled with the fact that I had sipped the wine laced with the crushed sleeping pills, I felt a little dizzy.
The man did not leave immediately after finishing with me. Instead, he carried me to the bathtub and lowered me into it.
After washing me up with warm water, he carried me to the bed, laying me down and pulling the covers over me.
Despite everything that had just happened, I wanted to fall asleep the moment my head touched the soft pillow and felt the luxurious comforter wrap around me.
But when I thought Roman would return, I desperately bit my tongue to wake myself up.
It wasn’t until I tasted blood that I regained consciousness.
“Now, can you let me go?”
My voice was so cold that it cut straight to the bone.
If I knew who the man was, I would kil l him. Or at least try to.
The man seemed to be putting on his clothes and did not answer.
My entire body shook with rage, with the humiliation of what he’d put me through.
There was a rustle of fabric, the bed shifted with the added weight of another person, and the man pressed down on me again.
“You’ve already taken what you wanted from me. Are you going to kil l me now?”
He dropped a surprisingly gentle kiss on my lips, then leaned over to hoarsely whisper beside my ear, “You lied to Roman. You gave him a fake contract. Aren’t you afraid that he’s going to come after you, k ill you?”
“What does that have to do with you?” I turned my head away from him and struggled beneath him, trying to shove him off of me.
I had been raped by this stranger, still being held by him, and
I was already dying. At this point, I had nothing else to lose; I was no longer afraid of Roman.
The man stopped talking. Then he began to untie me.
As soon as my hands were freed, I ripped of the blindfold.
Da mmit all to h ell!
The light was still off, and the man had already put on the mask.
He was too far away for me to see him clearly, to make out anything else about him that I might be able to recognize later.
If there was a later. His plans for what he was going to do next were still unknown. I had no idea if I was leaving this room on my own two feet or in a body bag.
Then again…a body bag had been my original plan.
But I wanted to go out on MY terms, not at the hand of my ra pist.
With a jolt, I remembered the dagger I’d placed under the pillow. It had to still be there. I couldn’t picture this guy finding it and not mentioning it.
I quickly shifted to sit at the head of the bed, positioning myself so that he couldn’t see me reach under the pillow. Ever so slowly, ever so quietly. If I was lucky, he was exhausted and his wolf was resting.
As soon as my fingertips touched the dagger, I grabbed it, jumped up from the bed, and rushed toward the man.
I crossed the room quickly, raised the knife in both hands, and stabbed it straight at his chest.
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