Page 122 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I desperately want to push him off me, but he keeps my hands pinned over my head, and I can barely move.
“I don’t think I can stop when I smell your arousal, and feel your reaction on my dick. You are wet, Little Wolf.”
“Well, you don’t have my consent either way, so please get off me.”
He stops moving his hips, which my traitorous body immediately regrets, but he’s not getting off me, torturing me even more.
I look into his deep navy-blue eyes, and that prompts him to crush our lips together in a hot, wanting kiss. I kiss him back, despite knowing it’s wrong on so many levels I can’t keep track of them. When he finally let’s go of my hands, I wrap them in his hair and keep him close, deepening the kiss with my own desire for this handsome, dangerous man.
I love the touch of his tongue on mine, so I get frustrated when suddenly he bites my lower lip and stops the kiss.
“You choked me,” I say again, and he rolls over from me with an equally frustrated sigh.
“I… I’ve never wanted anyone else the way I want you,” he says, lying on his back with a hard dick on the loose.
I keep silent. It feels like my heart wants to escape through my throat. I know if I tried to say anything, my voice would waver.
“I know I said it jokingly, andto mess with you before, but I think I actually might have—”
“It’s just the attraction, probably,” I stop him from another love confession, because it can’t be true. Not if I want to be alive. “We barely know each other.”
I’m fully aware I sound like I am trying to convince myself.
“Well, being married, we will get to know each other pretty well—sooner or later,” he points out, getting up.
“Just… don’t get to know me well enough for me to become your greatest weakness,” I say bluntly to feel him out.
He doesn’t look at me. I observe how he puts his leather pants on his still semi-hard dick. Am I already his weakness? Was that why he choked me yesterday?
I need to break that mate bond of ours sooner than I thought. And I have to hurry in case he gets too curious for his own good again—like that night of my brother’s dinner party, but during sex this time. If he marks me before I reject him, we’ll be bonded forever, and there will be even more evidence against my lie.
“Give me one date,” he insists, after putting a loose black tank top on. Goddess, he looks like a rockstar, and I’m here for it. “I’ll show you we can have fun together, even with me being a cruel asshole.”
I shake my head at his sexy, arrogant smirk and stand up, too.
“You keep asking me on this magical date, but—”
“Sunday.”
I pause.
“You know I don’t behave well when you are acting like two different people.” I look for some kitchen-appropriate dresses in my wardrobe, so I don’t see his facial expression.
“It’s allme. Just me. You know I only do what I want. Don’t overthink it. I don’t do well with mental breakdowns.”
I turn around to look at him. He has a smirk plastered to his handsome, stubble-covered face.
“I think you actually did pretty well,” I admit, taking one of the dresses out and putting it on over my head. “I half expected to be stabbed or something, but you just removed yourself from a toxic situation, and set boundaries as you should.”
He has his left brow arched with clear amusement on his face.
“Look at us, being all mature and stuff,” he says, “Hm, maybe I don’t feel my true mate, because I just don’t have one. What do you think?”
There is this unsettling glint in his eyes that makes me really uncomfortable. Is he still suspecting something? Is he taunting me on purpose?
“I… I think, mate or not, you are enough, and you shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
And I do believe that, in some weird fucked-up way.
