Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Raven POV

There’s a look on his face, an expression I can’t describe. I feel the tip of his cock entering me and gasp, surprised by his restraint. He pushes harder. I can feel his shaft, feel him pushing past my walls. He’s huge. His girth is impressive. He pushes harder and reaches my barrier, tensing. I want to move, but the fear of the pain about to come has rendered me motionless. I feel like a coward, considering we’ve come this far.

“I can’t hold back,” he gritted his teeth, a look of anguish on his face.

It’s enough to make me come to my senses.

“Do it,” my voice is hoarse, tinged with the slightest bit of fear.

I want this. I need it. One night in my life was filled with overwhelming love and desire. One last memory of him to hold onto when the worst happens, and I’m forced to vanish from his life forever.

This is inevitable. The fruits of all my hard work. I push tentatively upwards, causing him to groan, his cock stuffing me full. He pushes past in one smooth motion, and I feel the sharp sting as he fills me up, going all the way and then stopping as I try to adjust to the feeling of him inside me. He’s so big that my mouth is salivating. The feel of him is more than I can handle, and yet, my body accommodates him, as though we’re made for each other. He fits perfectly inside me, like we belong together. I fight back tears, looking up at him with shining eyes.

“More Hades, more,” I plead.

He slams into me, making me breathless. It’s so good. So, fucking good. No wonder people enjoy doing this so much. If it were this good every time, I wouldn’t be able to pull myself away from the bedroom.

“You like this?” he demanded, pounding away as I shook my head side to side, gritting my teeth as pleasure tore through my body, my whole body unable to stop moving, demanding more of him, forcing him deeper and deeper inside, craving him. I’m shameless, unable to control my lust, urging him on, allowing him to show the dark side, the primal side of him.

He pulls out roughly. He grabs me, turning me over. He puts me on my hands and knees, my ass exposed to his gaze. I swallow hard, looking over my shoulder. I trust him. I know he’s not going to hurt me. He pushes back inside, hard, and I moan, his hands holding tightly to my hips as he fucks me and I feel as though he’s gone even deeper, not sure how it’s possible. A slap on my ass makes me jolt, and then he does it again, leaving a perfect red handprint on my ass cheeks. I whimper, loving the mixture of pain and pleasure. I want him to do it again. I want him to spank me so hard I can barely move. I want him to punish me, in a way only he can, to make me/submit while he dominates. Because if one thing was sure, he was dominating this lovemaking and I was the one who became nothing more than subserviant.