The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477

Snowflakes

I drifted awake slowly, my body heavy with the delicious ache between my thighs, the kind that reminded me exactly how thoroughly he’d wrecked me.

My back was turned to him, the sheets tangled around my legs, and I lay perfectly still, blinking into the dim morning light as the dull throb in my pussy faded into a warm, satisfied pulse.

His cum was still inside me, leaking slowly out, coating my inner thighs with sticky warmth. He’d done exactly what I begged him to: Fucked me raw, choked me until stars burst behind my eyes, and slammed so deep I felt him in my soul.*

A soft sigh slipped from my lips. He was right. When his thick fingers clamped around my throat, cutting off my air while his cock battered my cervix, everything shattered.

The lid I’d nailed shut over that dark alley memory for years ripped open. It flooded back, rough hands pinring me down, the burn of unwanted cock forcing into me, the terror, but now, after Cupid had claimed me so completely, it didn’t feel like terror anymore. It felt like power. Like reclamation.

I could feel the heat of his body beside me, the dip in the mattress where he lay. I had no idea if he was asleep; I’d passed out the second his hot cum flooded my cunt, my body spent and trembling.

Slowly, carefully, I rolled over, my cheek still pressed to the pillow, and found myself staring straight into his open eyes. Of course he wasn’t sleeping.

He looked calm now, sated, his skin still faintly damp from the shower he’d taken after breeding me. Completely naked, his thick cock resting heavy against his thigh, already half-hard again just from watching me.

“You don’t sleep,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from all the screaming I’d done while he fucked me.

He swallowed, the motion of his throat making my pussy clench, and nodded once.

“I need to know how you’re feeling,” he said, low and steady. “If there’s anything you want to talk about. Anything you need.”

The tenderness in his voice nearly broke me. Tears pricked at my eyes. This man, this beautiful, brutal man understood the darkest parts of me.

I reached out, my palm sliding over the hard planes of his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. My fingers traced the inked wolf over his pec, then drifted higher, outlining his lips. He caught my fingertips gently between his teeth, then kissed them, slow and deliberate.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, softer this time.

I couldn’t speak at first. Just stared at him, then let my hand drift lower, wrapping around his cock. He was already swelling in my grip, thick and veiny, the head slick with a bead of precum. I started stroking him slowly, base to crown, feeling him harden fully in my hand.

“You were right,” I breathed, my thumb circling the sensitive slit. “The memories came back. All of them.

Chapter 475

Finished

ve spent years trying to bury that night. Therapists told me not to talk about it, that silence was healing. I avoided everything that could trigger me. But when you fucked me like that… when you choked me and used me so hard… it all came rushing back. And I realized I wasn’t afraid anymore. I was wet. I was begging. Facing it head-on, with you inside me, owning me… that’s what I needed.”

His cock throbbed in my fist, fully erect now, hot and heavy. I leaned in, kissing him slow and deep, then guided his hand to my bare thigh.

“Maybe this is how I heal,” I whispered against his mouth. “Another rape fantasy. Rough. Merciless. You taking whatever you want from my body while I scream and come around your cock. You get to use me exactly how you need, and I get to take my power back.”

“Snow…”

“No,” I cut him off gently, stroking him faster. “I’m not losing you! Not to any whore who are waiting hungrily for you to slip away from me. Whatever this is between us… I’m keeping it. You make me feel alive I want to make you feel the same.”

His eyes searched mine, dark and dangerous, giving me one last chance to back out. I didn’t. I held his stare until his hand slid up my thigh, under the silk nightgown, cupping my bare ass hard enough to bruise. He yanked the fabric up to my waist, exposing me completely.

“No safe words,” he growled. “When we do this roughly, there will be no safe words. You take everything I give you.”

My breath hitched. My pussy clenched at the finality of it.

“Okay,” I whispered.

That was all he needed.

He dragged me into a bruising kiss, tongue fucking my mouth as he rolled me onto my back. My legs fell open shamelessly, and he knelt between them, shoving my thighs apart until I was splayed wide, my shaved cunt glistening with his cum and my own arousal. He stared at it like he owned it, because he did, then dropped his mouth to my clit without warning.

I cried out as his tongue lashed my swollen bud, sucking hard, flicking mercilessly. My back arched off the bed, one hand clawing at the sheets, the other fisting his hair, grinding his face into my dripping pussy.

He ate me like a starving man, tongue plunging inside me, scooping out his own cum and swallowing it down, teeth grazing my clit until I was sobbing with pleasure.

When he finally pulled back, my thighs were trembling, my cunt throbbing and empty. He hauled me up by the throat, kissing me possessively so I tasted myself on his tongue.

“To the desk,” he ordered, voice rough. “I’m going to fuck you there.”

I stumbled to the desk on shaky legs, the one beside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I hopped up, spreading my thighs obscenely wide, my nightgown bunched around my waist, pussy dripping onto the polished wood. He stalked toward me, cock jutting out hard and angry, veins pulsing.

He stopped between my legs, gripping my throat again as he crushed his mouth to mine. I love how filthy he treated me. Then his fingers found my clit, pinching and rolling it until I was whimpering into his kiss

Gradually he slowed down to look down at my cunt and he asked softly.

“You shaved?”

I sigh shakily before nodding. His eyes flickered up to meet my gaze and I went literally still. I was wondering what he’d say about it when his gaze tells me more than enough.

It’s his property and I can’t do anything with it without his permission.

He slides two fingers into my soaked hole, curling them hard against my G-spot

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