Filed to story: The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson
Something told me he was powerful no matter who he was with. Especially if he truly had been behind what happened to
Roman.
I handed over the text messages to the shifter police, mentioning Roman, since there was surveillance footage of him entering and leaving the hotel room.
The police would investigate Roman and collect any evidence they could.
But if Greyson told the police I wanted to ki ll Roman, that I had drugs and a dagger there to do it… the shifter packs wouldn’t be lenient on me. They would charge me for attempted murder, and I knew how that would play out in a courtroom.
The little, frail, sick human girl versus the big bad wolf.
Unlike in the fairy tale, in this case it was the big bad wolf who would be the hero of the story.
And Roman was bound to know that I didn’t intend to give him the contract but to k ill him.
Anything that he could, Roman would pin the blame on me, and the Starke pack would jump at the opportunity to shift the focus from their laundry list of illegal activities.
Roman had only been exposed to a scandal so far. He wasn’t imprisoned like his father, Alpha Starke. So if he woke up from his coma and learned the truth of everything, he wouldn’t let me off easily.
And I was afraid of Roman. A sleeping wolf was still a wolf.
Even if Roman had fallen from grace, it would still be easy for him to crush me-and Harper.
I wasn’t afraid of death; I’d accepted it already given my condition, and accepted it earlier in my life, when I realized I had no wolf and wouldn’t live as long as Harper.
And Harper was my only weakness.
Pondering-and then pondering some more-I came to a decision.
I obediently went to the presidential suite at Nightshade.
Right now, it felt like Greyson was the less dangerous option than Roman and what he could do to me or Harper.
On my way out of the house, I grabbed my taser. This time, I would be prepared.
I mustered up all my courage and knocked on the door of the presidential suite.
The door was quickly opened from the inside, but no one was standing there.
Greyson stood in front of the French windows, holding a remote in his hand that was pointed at the door.
He was still dressed the same. His face was hidden under the golden bronze mask, his hair messy, and he was wearing loose, casual clothes.
He had one hand in his trouser pocket, and he set down the remote on a side table, picking up a glas of red wine instead.
In a low, raspy voice, he said, “Come here.”
His cold tone was similar to Griffon’s, but the tattoo dispelled my doubts.
As soon as I stepped forward and onto the soft carpet, the door behind me slammed s hut.
I jumped, and a feeling of inescapable dread settled over me, like I was trapped with the devil himself and I would be in his claws forever.
The man picked up the remote control again, turning off lights and closing the blinds of the windows.
The suite fell into darkness.
This room was even more tightly s hut off than in Windmere Hotel.
Once again, I was at an immense disadvantage in the dark without wolf night vision abilities to tap into.
I lifted my hand, reaching out to feel for anything or anyone around me so I wouldn’t be surprised if and when someone touched me.
But instead of empty space, my fingers landed on what I immediately recognized as a chiseled set of abs.
I retract my hand quickly.
I hadn’t expected that he would be so close, let alone have his shirt off already.
Hopefully, it was just his shirt.
She quickly took a step back.
However, Greyson reached out and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his embrace.
Da mn those fast, silent wolf movements.
And once I was pressed again his body, it was clear that he hadn’t just removed his shirt. My face flushed at the contact of his na ked body on mine.
I lowered my head in embarrasment, but he pinched my chin, making me raise my head and look into his eyes.
I couldn’t see anything clearly, but I did see the sheen of his red and amber eyes, how his wolf was at the surface. I wished
I knew what he was looking at, especially since he could see everything I couldn’t.
His hands moved down my arms and toward my waist, and I knew he was going to try to undress me.
I’d deliberately worn a lot of sweaters this time.
There was no way Greyson wasn’t surprised when I readily lifted my arms for him to remove my sweater; he would have expected resistance.
After he removed one, there was another right below it, and he grunted in frustration.
“Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
“I’m cold..”
He continued undressing me.
While he was taking off my shirts, I quietly put my hand into my jeans pocket, wrapping my fingers around the taser. I turned on the power supply, aimed at Greyson’s abs, and then shocked him.
He stopped moving as though in shock, but I couldn’t see his face to truly see what effect it had on him.
I was still hoping to knock him out, like I’d seen on TV, but after a second, he kept going, working on my bra now.
My tactics only delayed the inevitable.
His movements were quick and domineering, and then I was pressed against the wall.
After hugging and kissing me for a while, he surprised me with a hard pinch on my waist.
“Ouch!” I yelped out.
As soon as I opened my mo uth to speak, his lips were on mine, his tongue invading my mo uth.
His kiss was still as wild as before, but the way he touched me was much softer than the last time.
As if he was very familiar with my body, he touched me in just the right places, just the right way. His actions were so skilled, they made me feel like I wasn’t being forced…
I wanted to beat myself to death as soon as that thought entered my head. How could this be pleasure?
But…
We had se x several times, and every time I sank into it.
It was no different from when I was with Griffon.
I even couldn’t help scratching his back later as we lay in bed.
Was I completely crazy to think that this man’s body was compatible with mine?
Greyson bit my earlobe and whispered, “Are you comfortable?”
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