me, even if it was with barely tempered aggression—especially if it was with barely tempered aggression—was utterly sublime to my starved Omega soul. Fierce arousal bloomed, triggering another wave of violent cramping and a fresh flood of slick.
I was flat on my back in a flash, his powerful bulk caging my smaller trembling body. The fist enclosing my throat squeezed a little too tightly. “I’d rather fuck a corpse, bitch,” he snarled, lips beside my ear. “When I get you out of here, as I’ve now decided I will, I’m going to find the biggest motherfucking bull of an Alpha and watch him ruin your cunt.”
He meant every word.
My body still reacted. The first Alpha I’d met who knew what it was to be an Alpha, and my Omega heart rejoiced. My dress was ripped down the front. His eyes promised murder, but his hand was upon his belt.
Hope surged. I wanted his cock; his hatred meant nothing to me. If he killed me after he was done it wouldn’t matter because I needed this more than I needed my next breath.
His smirk was wicked as I heard the belt slide out. He tossed it beside my head like he was keeping it for later. “I wasn’t joking about the corpse,” he whispered. Make the show good for them, and I promise I will get you out. Betray me, and I’ll snap your fucking neck.
My chest heaved as his hand returned to my throat. His other hand settled against my dripping pussy. But when I glanced down, I could see his cock was still trapped inside. All he had done was loosen his pants for show.
She’s going to hate me for touching you. Even though I don’t want to. Even though I know I need to give them a show or neither of us will get out of here alive. You better scream like there’s a knot the size of a shuttle ripping you in two when you come.
His thick fingers penetrated me as his dark eyes held mine. Lips curling into a sneer, he finger fucked me with rough, even strokes. It wouldn’t matter what he did, my body craved the domination he could not help but display. My arousal rose regardless of my state of conflict. My slick drenched his hand and the bedding beneath me. His hips began to roll in an intimate imitation. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend.
A rough thumb rubbed over my clit.
Tell me how to get you out of here. Tell me now.
The combination of rising heat and his skilled fingers made concentrating hard, but distantly, I understood that my life depended upon it. The hope of escape had diminished over the years. Today, it surged anew.
He kept me on the edge of madness. Demanding the whispered details over and over until he was satisfied there was a way. Playing with me the whole time, callused fingers moving over intimate places and a mind full of hate.
So much hate. In all my time as the Uncorrupted’s prisoner, I had never witnessed its compare.
He might hate me, but he would save me. I prayed that his Omega would forgive him for touching me.
I thought that she might, eventually.
I thought Ethan would not.
But considerations of other Omegas soon fled as I succumbed fully to my heat.
Finally, when he allowed me to come, I did so with a scream.
Much later, when my heat broke, I roused myself from the madness, to see him getting dressed.
“You’re undressed?” I said. Now that I was cognizant again, I felt sickened by the thought that he might have fucked me.
Don’t get ahead of yourself, bitch. My dick didn’t go anywhere near your cunt. You really were out of it? I figured me keeping my pants half on the whole time would look suspicious. I just had a shower. Your stink was making my stomach churn.
He snatched his belt up from where it had fallen on the floor. My eyes darted to the red and purple welts on my wrist—he had restrained me at one point when I tried to bite and scratch him in the mindless state of heat.
His lips tugged up in a lazy smirk that faded as quickly as it arrived. Get your ass out of that bed. We’re getting out.
“Now?” My body felt like it had been through a war. A fluttering of nerves kicked off inside me as I forced myself to rise. This was really happening—cold, calculated determination dropped over his mind like