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Ruthless hands grip my shoulders and lift me to my feet, yanking me from my musings. As I jerk back to the present, he spins me around and bends me over the counter.
I hiss as the cold metal flattens my breasts and stings the side of my face. Fire streaks through my backside, following the sound of flesh smacking flesh, and I squeal through clenched teeth as I realize he spanked me.
I rake my nails over the smooth counter but get nowhere, so I reach behind to protect myself and kick my leg, hoping to hit his wound.
He spans his thick fingers over the middle of my back and stands to the side with my ass cupped in his other hand, letting me flail. After the worst of my panic recedes, I clamp my knees together and search for his face through my wild curtain of hair.
He skims his nails over my abused ass, reawakening the deep throb between my legs.
“Are you done, tiny scorpion?” He growls as he runs his palm over the back of my thighs.
Emotions ball at the base of my throat, aggravating my swollen tissues and reminding me of his brutality, and I curse myself for letting down my guard.
Thick, knowledgeable fingers tease and stroke along my folds. A surge of wetness leaks from my pussy, and the lust simmering in my veins roars to life. An embarrassing squeak escapes my mouth as he wedges his digits between my legs and pinches my labia tight around my clit.
Stars burst through my vision as he grinds his fingers in circles, engaging every nerve in my clit and trapping me in a world of tight, wet, intense pleasure.
My hard nipples slide along the cold countertop in a jarring contrast. I teeter on the edge of combustion, my body eager for the release he keeps denying me.
I sob and cling to his wrist as he pulls away. He chuckles and pinches the globe of my ass before shaking out of my grip and collecting my forearms against my lower back in one massive hand. His body heat burns the handprint he left on my behind before he presses himself against me, pinning my legs to the cabinet.
Mindless need overrides my terror as the hot, hard length of his shaft glides between my ass cheeks. Despite my mind screaming in denial, my omega self moans and wiggles her hips, offering him everything—even the tight ring of her asshole. Whatever he needs, whatever he wants, she yearns to give it to him, as long as he soothes the ache growing in her core.
I bite the inside of my cheek and clamp my eyes shut. This can’t be happening. I can’t let him win, not when he’s been so cruel to my parents. Not when he’s openly said he’ll use my own instincts against me. Not if this is all for revenge.
“Arch against me again, tiny scorpion. You’re so fucking slick I might spill my seed all over your back without needing to use my hand. C’mon, little omega, be a good girl and tilt those hips just a little more.”
I curl my nails into my palms and dig my knees into the cabinets, refusing to give him what he wants.
His low, evil chuckle vibrates up my spine.
“Fine, have it your way, just this once,” he sneers.
Lightning arrows through me as he squeezes my entire sex with his rough hand. He grinds his long digits along my folds before dipping his fingertip past my entrance.
The wonderful, horrible stretch steals my breath. My hips tilt, but I catch myself and press against the edge of the counter.
He pushes his finger deeper into my body. I strain to accept him. There’s no way the broad head of his cock will fit if I can barely handle a single digit.
The diabolical alpha draws sensual designs along my sopping folds with his other fingers, dancing in time with the digit lodged within my body, pressing and waking new sensations along my channel.
He pulls away and scoops his cupped hand up my inner thigh. His knuckles brush along my lower back and forearm. I peek through my matted hair and watch as he strokes his gigantic cock.
My mouth waters. I bite down and taste blood.
His growl hits deep inside me, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My insides pulse. I need him.
I hate him.
Wet warmth splashes onto my back. His guttural groan superimposes itself into my mind, adding another layer of filth to my darkest fantasies.
Jet after jet of his seed hits my back, shoulders, and nape, and still he strokes himself. I slip deeper under his spell as the earthy, fiery storm of his pheromones invades my nostrils.
He shifts his aim and hits my chin, cheek, and hair, until his seed oozes from follicle to follicle and pools under my head. I press my lips together to resist the urge to steal a taste.
Answering wetness trickles past my knees. My insides feel swollen and ready to burst at the slightest touch.
He stops moving. I lie in tempting filth and struggle to breathe.
