The Rogue is a Female Alpha novel Chapter 490

Chapter 490

Ares

The room reeks of sex. Wet pussy, sweat, and the copper tang of blood where ! bit one of their lips too hard.

One whore is on her knees between my thighs, throat stuffed full of my cock, gagging and drooling in thick strings that drip onto my balls while she bobs like a desperate slut.

The other straddles my chest, grinding her soaked cunt against my abs, rolling my heavy balls in her palm before leaning down to shove her tongue into my mouth.

I let her. I let them both do whatever the fuck they want, because paid enough for that privilege.

I smirk up at the one kissing me, grab one of those fat, fake tits I chose specifically because they reminded me of Snow’s, and squeeze until my fingers leave white marks that bloom red.

I slap the heavy globe hard; it jiggles, skin instantly angry crimson. She gasps, eyes watering, but I slap it again, harder, watching the flesh ripple. Perfect. Just like hers would.

I wrench the bitch off my chest, yank her down, and latch onto her nipple, sucking brutally, teeth scraping, biting until she whimpers.

Rage flares hot and sudden; I rip my mouth away and crush her lips with mine, kissing her so viciously I taste blood. She only smiles through it, tongue sliding against mine like the well-paid whore she is.

I turn to the one choking on my cock, fist her hair, and drive deeper. Her throat spasms around my shaft, veins bulging in her forehead, spit pouring from the corners of her stretched lips.

I hold her there until her eyes roll, then yank her off with a wet pop. Before she can drag in a full breath, I drag her up the bed, throw her thighs open, and spread that fat, shaved pussy wide. It’s glistening, swollen, ready.

I slap it, hard. The wet smack echoes. Again. Again. Until the lips are puffy and scarlet, until she’s sobbing and bucking. Only then do I line up and slam balls-deep in one merciless thrust.

She screams.

I don’t care.

I fuck her like I hate her, hips pistoning, cock battering her cervix, venting every ounce of frustration that Snow isn’t the one beneath me. The bedframe slams against the wall with every violent stroke.

I pull out, cock shining with her cream, and turn to the second whore. She’s already on her back, legs butterfly-spread, thick pussy lips parted and dripping.

I drive into her without warning, bottoming out in one brutal shove. She shrieks; I hook her legs over my shoulders, fold her nearly in half, and pound so deep my balls slap her asshole with every thrust.

I maul those big tits while I ruin her cunt, pinching nipples until they’re purple, slapping the undersides until they bounce like ripe fruit.

swell even fatter.

wollen,

, watching it clench and flutter, watching the lips

I slap her tits until they’re striped red, then bury myself to the root and grind, forcing her to take every inch while she shakes and sobs through another forced orgasm.

I can’t come yet. Not inside her.

I rip free, grab both whores by the hair, and drag them to their knees on the floor. They open their mouths instantly, tongues out, eyes glazed and hungry. I fist my slick cock, stroking fast and rough, veins standing out, head purple and angry.

I explode.

Thick ropes of cum lash across their faces, into their open mouths, down their chins onto those bruised tits. They fight for every drop, licking it off each other, swallowing greedily, smiling like the filthy, broken toys they are.

I collapse back into the chair, chest heaving, dragging a hand through my soaked hair, convinced, just for a second, that this will finally purge her.

It doesn’t.

Snow.

Every thrust, every scream, every swollen cunt I just destroyed, and still all I feel is the hollow, burning regret

that none of it was her. That I never got to split her open, ruin her, mark her the way I’m dying to.

A sudden frantic pounding at the door snaps my head up.

Veyron bursts in, face pale, eyes wide with horror as he takes in the wrecked whores and the carnage.

Whatever he’s about to say, it’s bad. I already know.

****

I parked my car in front of Neils White’s house and got out quickly, rushing into the hall without knocking. I brushed past the butler who came to receive me and headed straight for the living room.

My sister, Ranta, was descending the stairs when she froze at the sight of me.

“Ares?”

“Where is Neils?” I demanded, breath unsteady. She looked at me as if I were deranged, then nodded toward the study.

“In his study. Are you okay?”

I didn’t answer. I stormed toward the study, shoved the door open, and interrupted whatever conversation he was having on his phone. Neils paused when he saw me.

“I call you back.” he said into the phone, disconnecting before turning his gaze on me.

Finished

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