Viktor
Our chests heave as we attempt to catch our breath. She wiggles a little and I know she’s trying to get her legs down but I tighten my hold on her. I lean down so she’s trapped below me.
“I’m not finished with you,” I growl.
She whines as she stares up at me.
“I swore I’d never put you through the hell you went through before you were mine but Kacie… I need to know you’re mine. I need to know I’m yours. I need to know you belong to me. I need your submission. I need you on your knees in front of me,” I plead.
“How can I make it better?” She begged.
I pushed off of her and got my feet. I walked towards the window and pretended to stare out of it. My mind was a mess, my thoughts were a jumble and my heart was torn.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked. I turned to look back at her. She sat on the bed and I could see the bruises starting to show on her thighs, her hips, her arms.
Fuck.
Tears fill her eyes.
“Did he do it better than me?” I asked. The words came out stronger than I knew was possible. My heart throbbed as tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and ran down her cheeks.
“I-I,” she stuttered. She looked up at me and I could feel my control slipping.
“You’re MY mate,” I growled.
“I wasn’t trying to make you jealous,” she whispered.
“Then what? Fucking goddess damn what, Kacie? What were you trying to do?” I asked. She flinched from my tone but I was too angry to care about her feelings right now.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered.
I lean back against the wall and stared at her. An idea came to my head that had my cock hardening angrily. “Get on your goddess damn knees and show me who your Alpha is.”
She looked up at me shocked but she shook her head.
“No,” she said.
I didn’t know what took over me. Before I knew what was happening, my fist was in her hair, and my other hand cupped the back of her neck. She fell to her knees in seconds and stared up at me with a look in her eyes. I wanted to snuff it out, I was so angry I was dangerously close to exploding.
I’m so fucking hard right now. I’m pissed and hurt. I’m pissed at what she’s done to me, done to us. I’m fucking hard because she’s on her knees in front of me and challenging me. I’m angry because I’m demanding something from her I never wanted to but need. I’m hurt because of what I know happened last night; knowing someone else touched what’s mine. Touched what was only ever supposed to be mine.
She leans forward, her eyes still on me as her lips open invitingly. I thrust past her soft thick lips and almost come undone from the wet warmth that envelopes my pulsing cock. I drop my head back against the wall as she licks me, sucks me, takes me to the back of her throat.
I look back down to find her taunting eyes staring up at me and all of a sudden the anger is back. I’m angry, so angry at her. I thrust into her mouth hard enough to make her gag and it almost wrecks me. Instead of tears in her eyes, she swallows and I cry out, rocking against her over and over again.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked with a growl.
It isn’t sweet.
It isn’t kind.
It isn’t gentle.
I fuck her with every angry thought in my mind. I fuck her with every painful image that comes to mind as I wonder what they did together. I fuck her as hard as her betrayal has hit me. Her lips are stretched wide around me, her throat mine for the taking, her eyes on mine as I give and she takes. I fuck her deeply, tearing her from the inside as she’s done to me.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” I grunt as I cum unforgiving down her throat. She swallows every drop and stares up at me. I look away, not wanting to see the sadness there. I didn’t do this, she did. I won’t crack. I pull my cock from her mouth and she crumbles to the floor. I hear her get to her feet and make her way back to the bed.
I don’t follow her.
I don’t reach for her.
I don’t comfort her.
I don’t hold her.
***
Kacie
“It didn’t mean anything,” I whisper as I close my eyes.
It didn’t.
I ignore the way my heart pangs at the half-lie. I love Viktor. I wouldn’t choose anyone over him. It was him. Only ever him. There would only ever be him. My mouth hurt, my throat throbbed. I was sore everywhere. There was pleasure, but behind every flare of pleasure, there was pain.
He walked over to me and I didn’t look up at him this time. The pain I saw while he took my mouth was enough. I didn’t know if I deserved to look at him, I didn’t deserve him. He slips between my legs and my legs shake. His cock is hard and ready like he didn’t just finish.
He bites my neck before thrusting home and I moan. The pain mixes with pleasure as he pulls out and thrusts again. “Did he fuck you like this?” He growled in my ear and I gasp.
“No,” I answer. “I fucked him like this,” I goad him, pressing his buttons. I’m sorry, sad, hurt, and mad. Just as he is. Did I hurt him? Yes. Did I hurt myself in the process? Yes. “I had my way with him.”
Strong hands flip me over onto my belly without pulling out. He’s pushing against me with all of his weight.