Hi, guys. Here is another chapter for you. This story will get very dark as it continues, so I'm just warning you now. I don't really like writing sweet romance; I like my characters to face lots of challenges. That way, you get to see them develop and grow. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I will release one chapter a week. I just started a bath bomb business with my little daughter, so I won't have much time to write more than one chapter a week. Besides, I have other ongoing books on Wattpad that I also have to write for. 

Anyway, please enjoy your reading and don't forget to vote and comment. 

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Myka

"Lose the robe, Myka. I came to collect what I'm owed."

My heart picked up, seeing him sitting there looking like the personification of sexiness. He presented as being bored, like he was talking to a child who refused to clean their room. Instead of asking me to strip so that he could f**k me.

"Alpha, you're seeing my best friend and I'm dating Bradley. You guys are teammates." I squeaked the words out.

He sighed, blowing out a breath as he did. Without replying to me, he grabbed the neck of his white t-shirt, pulling it over his head. My breath caught when his hands went to his jeans, undoing the buttons. The white band on his Calvin Klein peaked out as he slid the jeans over his hips. Heat crept up my body, settling on my cheeks as he sat on the bed and freed his legs from the pants.

My eyes followed his movement as he picked up his discarded clothes, throwing them on the large cream window seat under my bay windows. My eyes sealed with his as he stalked towards me. With every step he took forward, I took one backwards.

A lump lodged itself in my throat when I saw the fire in his eyes. He was not letting me off the hook. I had angered the devil, and my soul was his payment.

My eyes ate up his bare chest and the way his boxers hung low on his waist, showing the dark hair peeking out. My mouth watered and I licked my lips then closed my eyes to try and clear my head.

When I could go no further, the back of my legs hit the dresser. I placed my hands on either side to steady myself. He parted my thighs, standing between them. All the while our eyes never left each other. Placing his hands beside mine, he leaned into me.

I gasped. My breath started coming in hard and fast, and my heart rate was matching it. For a brief moment, his eyes drifted to my lips before they were back to looking into mine.

"You've been a bad girl, Princess. I think it's only fair that I punish you."

His scent overpowered my senses. I wanted to tell him that I didn't know what he was talking about, but his closeness was confusing me. I shook my head to try and clear the fog, but it was no use. I was lost to his desires and mine.

I closed my eyes when it got too much for me to handle. But popped them back open when he pulled the tie on my bathrobe, freeing the fabric from my skin. I was exposed to him. The only thing I wore under the robe was pink lace panties.

He pulled back. His eyes taking me in. Lingering just a moment too long on my full breast. I've never been naked before in front of a man. I should have felt shy, or guilty, but I felt neither. What I felt at that moment was, need. A need for him to touch me, kiss me, do with me whatever he wished.

"Mmm, beautiful."

I should have said something. I knew I should have, but I was frozen in place, awaiting my fate. One of his hands reached out, cupping my breast. I gasped, as heat pooled between my thighs. I looked down at his hand. It covered my small breast completely.

"Perfect fit, like it was made for me."

His other hand reached up, cupping my other breast. I gripped the end of my dresser, closing my eyes as he gently massaged my breasts.

"What should I do with you, Myka?"

I could have thought of a few things. None of them kid-friendly, but most of them a little pornographic.

"Do you want me to f**k you, Princess, like I was f**king your best friend?"

Did I want him to f**k me?

That was a loaded question, but one that I instantly knew the answer to. Yes! I've wanted him for four years. I've lusted after him, craved him, watched as he dated almost every girl in school and wished I was one of them. It was stupid, I know, to wish to be a notch on someone's bedpost, but the truth is, I did.

Even though I was dating Bradley, he'd never made me feel anything beyond attraction. Alpha has owned my heart from the moment I saw him.

He placed his hand lightly on my thigh and my breath caught. I closed my eyes, trying my best to control my racing heart and heavy breathing.

"Look at me, Myka. Look me in my eyes."

He whispered the words softly but yet it sounded like a command. I opened my eyes and gazed up into his blue ones. His lips kicked up into a satisfied smirk when he saw the desire there. I'd hid it successfully for years, or at least I thought I had.

He leaned in close to me, his breath washing over me. The tell-tale scent of mint hit me.

"Do you want me to f**k you, Myka? Do you wanna feel my fingers sliding into you as I bring you to ecstasy? Just say the word, Princess."

YES!

I thought the word, but my lips couldn't catch up with my brain, because his closeness was confusing and overpowering my thoughts.

His smirk turned into a full-blown smile when he saw that I was finding it very hard to control my reaction to his closeness. He used his free hand to tuck my hair behind my ears. However, instead of moving his hand away after, he lightly trailed it down the side of my face and my neck. I surprised myself by tilting my head to make the journey better for him.

He chuckled, enjoying the way my body was betraying me. His hand dropped to my waist and his lips replaced it on my neck. I gasped. I wasn't expecting that, but God, if his lips on me didn't do wicked things to me.

"Spread your legs wider if you want me to finger f**k you right here."

My legs widened on their own without me even realising it. I was confused and aroused by my wanton behaviour because this person wasn't me.

The person braced up against the dresser in my room wasn't me. I was the girl that wore pantyhose with every dress because I thought it was ladylike and appropriate. I was the girl who didn't hold hand with Bradley until the seventh date, kiss until the fifteenth date and was saving myself until marriage. I was the girl that didn't believe in masturbation because I thought that my husband should be the first one to pleasure me. But now I had my legs spread, almost begging Alpha Huntley to f**k me. I might have imagined it several times, but never thought that it would ever come to pass.

He chuckled again, "So fast, princess, you must really want me to f**k you."

He rested his hand on my panties and began touching me through the thin fabric. My head fell back, and I closed my eyes and moan when he applied the slightest pressure.

"You like that don't you, princess?"

As usual, I couldn't answer, my brain was swimming in a pool of its own desire. He applied a little more pressure, then his fingers started moving in a circular motion. My body jerked causing me to moan louder.

"That's right, princess, moan for me."

He stopped rubbing me to hook his fingers in my panties, moving it to the side. A shiver ran through me when cool air hit my exposed flesh that was throbbing and burning with need.

When his fingers touched my bare skin, I lost my balance and had to grab onto the dresser to stop myself from falling. He moved even closer to me, pushing my legs further apart.

"Keep your legs spread. If you close them even the tiniest bit, I will stop, and you will never know what it's like to feel my dick inside of you."

I did as I was told, even as he inserted the first finger into me. I felt a sharp sting, which made me gasped.

"Wait," I begged.

He stopped but did not remove his finger. His finger felt like an invasion in my body. Very foreign.

"I've never done anything like this before," I said a little nervous.

"I know," he replied calmly. Then slowly started moving his finger.

I bit my lips, "I'm a virgin." I said, hoping he'd stop but also praying he wouldn't.

He chuckled, "I know that too, but not for long."

I raked my brain, trying to think of something else. But nothing else came to my mind.

His finger stopped moving. "Do you have anything else to say, Princess, before I continue?"

I shook my head. I was all out of excuses. I couldn't think of one that would make him stop. And to be honest, I didn't know if I wanted him to stop. He chuckled but continue moving his finger inside of me. The stinging faded but was replaced with a throbbing made entirely from pleasure.

I moaned softly when his thumb pressed against my little nub, sending my body spiralling into a galaxy of desire, built of want and need.

The ringing of my phone shocked me out of my ecstasy. I turned my head to look at it and froze. It was Bradley. He had asked me to call him when I got home, but Alpha took up my attention.

"Answer it."

My head snapped towards him. Was he serious? He wanted me to answer my boyfriends call, with his finger still moving inside of me.

"I can't." I pleaded, with a shake of my head.

"You can and you will." He commanded.

I continued shaking my head, refusing to answer the phone. He narrowed his eyes, giving me a hard look. Letting me know that I was going to pay for disobeying him.

"Either you answer it, or I will." He threatened.

When I still didn't reach for it, he did. But I reached out and grabbed it before he could, swiping the slider, answering it.

"Hello?" I said, a little too breathless.

"Good girl," Alpha mouthed.

"Baby, were you in bed?" Bradley asked.

Alpha used that moment to push another finger inside of me. I gasped because I wasn't expecting it. My eyes pleaded with him to stop, but he just nodded towards the phone.

"Myka, are you okay," Bradley asked with concern.

"Yes," I said, trying my best to control my breathing as Alpha increased his movement. "I was just startled by something. I'm okay now."

I felt guilty and ashamed. Bradley didn't deserve any of this. He was a really nice guy and an even nicer boyfriend. He deserved a girl who would be loyal to him. A girl who would love him just the way he loved her, and I was neither of that.

"Okay. I don't want to keep you too long. I know you must be tired from the wedding and all. But I couldn't sleep without hearing your voice first."

It broke my heart. I was such a bad person. Tears came to my eyes as I listened to him. I closed my eyes and bit down on the guilt. I couldn't talk to him any longer. It wasn't right. Alpha might get upset, but I couldn't do that to Bradley any longer.

"Brad, I'm really tired. Can I call you in the morning?"

Alpha give me a hard look, but I ignored him. I didn't know what his reasons were for making me talk to Bradley, but I wasn't going to play his game any longer. Bradley deserved better.

"Sure, baby. Dream of me, okay? I love you."

I nodded my head. "Sure. Talk tomorrow."

I quickly hang up. Painfully aware that I never said I love you back.

"Why did you make me do that?" I asked.

"Because I can." Was his reply. Simple as that. No remorse for the shame I felt.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I was never going to do that again, but he cut me off.

"No more talking."

His lips crushed mine. Startling me with his kiss. I stayed still for a moment before I was brought back to my senses by his tongue darting into my mouth. I closed my eyes and settled into him. Kissing him back with more fervour than I ever thought myself capable of. I moaned against his lips as his tongue played tango with mine. I've only ever kiss Bradley, so I wasn't experienced in men. But I doubted anyone kissed the way Alpha Huntley did. It was a skill and an art that only he possessed.

His fingers slid deeper into me as he pulled my body closer with his free hand. Lost in his touch and his kiss, I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers settling into his hair. Gone was my guilt and shame. Only he and I were left, and the heat that we were emitting.

He pulled his fingers out of me and I moaned in protest. His hands gripped my hips, lifting my legs and wrapping them around him. I wasn't even surprised when he lifted me from the dresser and carried me over to the bed. Our mouths never left each other as we made the short journey. He freed my arms from the robe, letting it fall to the floor.

My back pressed into the soft bed, with his weight pressing onto me. He broke our kiss, but only long enough, to pull my panties off and remove his boxers. I wanted to admire him some more, but he was back between my legs.

His eyes locked with mine, and in it was that look I knew all too well. That look of disdain, that was reserved only for me.

"I'm going to ruin your life, Myka. Just like you and your mother ruined mine."

He lifted me slightly then grab the pillow and slid it under me. He reached down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and pulling. Heat pooled between my thighs, and I almost came from the fire he was starting inside of me.

"I'm going to destroy everything you love, burn everything that makes you beautiful, and through it all, you're gonna love me."

I felt the tip of him entered me as his hands held mine in place above my head.

"I'm going to f**k your life, f**k your mine and f**k your body, and you are going to enjoy the pleasure and the pain. When I'm done with you, you're not gonna know who you are without me."

"Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whimper.

"Because I hate you, I despised everything about you."

I closed my eyes and let my tears fall, silently. What did I expect? I knew he didn't like me. After all, my mother had an affair with his father, and his mother killed herself because of it. But despite all that he said, I still loved him.

When I opened my eyes again, he was looking at me. His eyes were colder and harder than the iceberg that sunk the Titanic. He smirked at me, enjoying my reaction to him.

"Except your body. I don't despise that."

I could do nothing but accept my fate. It wasn't like I was going to stop him. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me. We both wanted each other, but for different reasons.