Chapter Three

Aiden

In my life, I have fucked

many women. I'm a virile Alpha and since I came of age,

I have enjoyed as many women as I could find. But

never in my life have I buried myself in an o mega pussy. I have never knotted a female. The fear of

tearing her apart and killing her has been drilled into me and my

brother from an early age.

The experience of

bottoming out in the tightest cunt I have ever had has me grinning

like a madman. And when my knot swells and locks inside her, my

vision goes black with pleasure so intense

I can't even breathe. Finally, I understand why Alphas are willing

to kill to have an o mega of their

own.

Bella 's soft sobs bring me

back to the present, away from the thoughts of keeping this

omega for myself. She would never be able to

survive in my world, there is too much darkness. And it doesn't

matter either way, I don't have the time or inclination to saddle

myself with a woman. They always expect more than I am willing to

give.

After long minutes, my knot deflates, and I

reluctantly withdraw from her heat. Standing, I stare down at the

small female lying on the carpet as she draws her legs up to her

chest. My cum mixes with her slick to leak out of her cunt, tinged

pink from the blood of her broken virginity.

Lifting her shaking body

from the floor, I carry her into the attached bathroom before

depositing her on the dark marble counter. I start the shower,

adjusting the water to the exact temperature I enjoy. Gathering her

to me once more, I step beneath the spray. Bella 's sobs have subsided. Her gaze is once more trained on the

floor as I lower her down my body.

One would think after the most intense

orgasm of my life my cock would be flaccid, but the appendage is

still hard and begging for more.

"Turn around," I order and for the first

time since stepping foot in my vicinity, she listens.

Grabbing the soap, I lather my hands before

washing her body with more care than I thought possible. I wash

every inch of her back before turning her around and doing the same

to the front. My hands cleanse and caress every inch of her

skin.

Her nipples pebble beneath my touch when I

wash her breasts and I can feel more slick gather between her

thighs when I wash her there. Her body responds to me beautifully

and craves my attention. It's only her mind that is making this

experience unpleasant for her.

Earlier, for a short amount of time, she was

able to let her body take the lead and enjoy what was happening

between us. But now she is back to the way she was before,

regretting putting herself up for auction and probably hating me.

I'm sure she probably feels shame and even self-hate. But if she

can just get out of her head, I know she can enjoy tonight as much

as I intend on doing. She is too hung up on what is socially

acceptable instead of allowing herself to experience something

that's completely natural.

Turning her to face the tiles, I gently

press down on the center of her back forcing her to bend forward,

her ass toward me.

"Don't move."

Bella 's body is already

shaking, expecting me to thrust into its depths once more, and I

will, but first I need to taste her. This isn't something I would

usually do because you never know who has been inside a woman's

body and I find the thought of another man's cum on my tongue

unappealing. But with Bella , I know I am

the only man that has ever felt the tight sheath of her pussy and

now I will be the first to taste her. In the past five minutes it

has become an obsession, a thought running through my mind on a

constant loop, and I can't seem to control myself. I need to do

this.

Kneeling, I spread her ass

cheeks with my hands and stare at the puckered rosette of her

asshole, wondering if I should claim that for myself as

well . My thumb teases the unused hole, and she

jumps at the contact. The slap I deliver to her right ass cheek is

loud and reverberates through the tiled bathroom.

"I said, stay still."

My tongue sweeps through her folds tasting

the slick she probably wishes wasn't already gathering in her pussy

once more. Musky, tangy, perfect. I spear her, delving deeper,

trying to get more of her taste, wanting it all for myself.

Her thighs tremble beneath my hands as a

moan slips from her lips. Sucking harshly at her distended clit has

her screaming out an orgasm and slick drips from her cunt, flooding

my mouth and running down my chin.

Grabbing her hips, I pull her down to my

lap, thrusting up into her spasming pussy. Her passion-filled cries

fill the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as her hands claw

impotently at the gleaming white tiles of the shower stall.

" Aiden ," her voice cracks as she tries to lift herself off my

cock.

"Sit still,

Bella ," I chastise in her ear.

"It hurts," she mewls. "Everything is still

sensitive."

One hand abandons her hip to caress a

breast. Tweaking at her nipple, gentler than before but still with

intent, I kiss along the column of her neck. The water is turning

cold, but my blood feels like it's on fire. I need her to behave. I

don't want to cause too much harm before the night is through.

****

Bella

His cock is like a scorching hot iron inside

me, filling me to the point I feel I might just tear apart. And he

hasn't even set his knot in me this time.

"Please," I beg, hoping he will feel sorry

for me and grant me a respite even though I know he won't.

"Unless you are begging me to fuck you, I

don't want to hear it," he murmurs in my ear before nipping at my

earlobe.

All hope flees. This is what I signed up

for, this is what I am getting paid for. A hole to fill for his

pleasure. His mouth on me minutes ago was pure perfect torture, and

I was hoping he would be satisfied but I should have known

better.

Trying once more to lift my weight from his

lap and slip his cock from my throbbing, abused sex does nothing

but earn me another punishing slap on my thigh. Heat blooms where

the blow landed, and another painful sound comes from deep within

me. I never should have done this. I should have heeded my mother's

words.

The thing that bothers me the most is the

heat that spears through me after receiving one of his punishing

slaps. It sets my clit throbbing — the

violence of his actions — and I want to curl

in a ball and sulk. How can I enjoy what he is doing to me? This

can't be normal.

My mind is screaming that what he is doing

is wrong, but my body welcomes him, begging for more of his harsh

attention.

Aiden grips my hips before

lifting me and I think my prayers may have been answered before he

pulls me down harshly once more. With each forced downward glide of

my sex over his cock, his hips thrust upward, hitting spots inside

me he didn't connect with the first time he mounted me.

The water is now freezing as it falls on us

but that doesn't do anything to temper the heat flowing through my

body. The slick that pours from my abused pussy lubricates his

every entrance and retreat. His lips continue a path down my neck

and across my back, sometimes leaving open-mouthed kisses and at

other times painful little bites.

"Yes,

Bella ," he praises behind me. "Ride my fat Alpha

cock."

His words mess up my rhythm. When did he

stop forcing my body to move? When did I take over? Am I really

enjoying this? I freeze for a moment, feeling everything. His hands

are on my hips, resting but not forcing my movements. His hard cock

fills me.

Slowly I lift off his erection only to bring

my weight back down again. A squeak escapes me at the delicious

tendril of dark, forbidden pleasure that creeps down my spine. I

stop abruptly. A new wave of shame crashes over me.

Can I really enjoy fucking

an Alpha that basically forced himself on me? Did he really do

anything I didn 't want? He may have been harsh, but I sense

that is simply who he is. But c an I stoop so low

as to take pleasure in being his whore?

"But you are my sweet

little o mega whore, bought and paid for,"

his rough baritone washes over me, and I realize that I spoke out

loud. "Whether you enjoy it or not, Bella ,

I am going to get my money's worth."

The grip on my hips is bruising now as he

forces me to move. I can feel the anger vibrating off him as he

thrusts and pushes and pulls me apart. Long after I leave this room

and the humiliation of tonight behind, I will still be wearing his

marks. The memories of this time will haunt me for the rest of my

life long after the bruises have faded and the pain has

subsided.

Even with all the slick in

the world, I still feel the sting, the burn of his harsh thrusts.

The exquisite pleasure I found now is nothing but a fleeting

memory. But it is a mixture that still muddles my mind, the

pain and pleasure twining, pulling me under and pushing me higher

at the same time.

Aiden shoves me off his

cock before standing, and his hand easily tangles in my wet hair.

He drags my dripping , defeated body from the shower until we are once more in the

bedroom. My knees protest each movement, scorching pain traveling

from the scraped skin. He lifts me from the floor using my hair, as

a pain-filled wail is torn from my lungs.

I'm not expecting the brutality of the slap

he delivers across my cheek, the copper taste of blood instantly

flooding my mouth.

"You call yourself a whore. Let me show you

how a whore is treated."

The words are coated with venom as he drags

me toward the large bed. The dark wooden frame looms ahead like

some kind of prison. I find myself bent forward, my torso flat

across the silky navy-blue bedding. The rigid wood of the frame

digs into my ribs, and I release another fearful cry. I try to push

up to alleviate the pressure if only so I can breathe but he won't

allow it, holding me down.

I want to beg him to let me go but the words

are stuck in my throat. Even through the pain and arousal, my

curiosity takes the lead, locking me in place before he even

speaks.

"If you fucking move, you'll regret it." The

Alpha infliction in his words is clear and I don't dare

disobey.

My arms are lifted from

the bed and tied to the posts beside me. The material of the ties

he uses is tight around my wrists, already chaffing against my

skin. Fear thrums through my veins and I know this is going to get

a whole lot worse before it's over. Why couldn't I just enjoy the

moment? Why did I have to ruin it by thinking? Talking …

My legs are kicked apart, and I can feel

them being tied off as well. My skin heats with a useless blush as

I can only imagine what I look like. Obscenely spread for his gaze,

every intimate and private part of me on display for his viewing

pleasure—again.

"I should open the door and let the other

Alphas in here. Let them treat you like the whore you proclaim to

be."

The lash of what feels like a belt lands

across both ass cheeks and I scream. He waits until I quiet down

before he continues talking. "Let them rut and knot you, tear you

apart before we discard you with the trash outside."

Another blindingly painful

lash, this time where my ass and thighs connect. I don't scream,

there is no air in my lungs to power the sound. This is an entirely

different kind of pain. This is a punishment. If I wasn't tied to the bed I would be in a heap on the

floor, my legs no longer capable of holding me up.

"Maybe later." He chuckles darkly. "For now,

I will enjoy still being the first and only man to fill this greedy

little cunt."

I hear the belt clatter to the floor, and

his footsteps as he moves around me. The first thrust of his cock

shakes my entire body. The slap of his flesh against my abused

thighs and ass reminds me with searing pain of the violence he is

easily capable of.

"I tried," he says hoarsely. "I tried to

help you. To make this a pleasurable experience for you as well but

you just couldn't fucking let me." The thrusts of his hips are

punishing, brutal, painful. "You think you're a whore because I

paid to fuck you? You know nothing."