007

RAFAEL 

Aroused? Hell yeah, I was. I had every reason to use her as a way to release this pent-up aggression, but that wasn't the plan. Not like that. I didn't want to just fuck her for the sake of it.

No, she was meant to suffer. I wanted her to see the kind of pleasure I could give her, but without ever letting her taste it fully. Yeah, I had every intention of breaking her.

Every intention of filling her until I saw her shatter beneath me. But not now. Not until I was ready. And not with the pleasure she was so damn desperate for.

The dark room was still being set up, just as Nicklaus had promised. Until it was ready, I wouldn't be touching her.

You could say I was treading lightly. But believe me, I wasn't planning to fuck her... not yet. No, I was going to make her crave it, tease her, then walk away until the day I'd finally get what I wanted.

The moment when I'd watch her break, begging for more, and only then would I give it to her.

I walked into my room, my cock painfully hard. One thing about me-when I craved something, I damn well needed it.

Somehow, she'd managed to get under my skin. Even though I hated her with every fiber of my being, Ace-the primal part of me-wanted her. Badly. And I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight unless I did something about it.

But I sure as hell wasn't going to fuck her. Not yet. Not like this.

"Nicklaus, call Freya for me," I ordered through the mindlink, my voice gruff. My beta didn't respond immediately, but I heard a groan in my mind.

"On it, Alpha," he muttered, clearly distracted. He was probably balls-deep in someone. Typical.

I sighed, cutting off the link, and made my way to the bathroom. A cold shower-that's what I needed. It was one of the few things that could calm me down when I was wound up like this. The second that icy water hit my skin, the tension started to melt away, if only a little. This was what kept me grounded when everything else in my life felt out of control.

I stayed under the spray for a while, letting the water do its job before finally stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist. But the second I walked back into the bedroom, I froze.

Freya was there. Sitting on my bed, her legs spread, waiting for me. Just how I liked it.

If there was one thing about Freya, it was that she was always ready. Always willing. And right now, that's exactly what I needed.

I met Freya years ago. She'd become a sort of confidante, someone who understood the darker parts of me that most people wouldn't dare to touch. She knew the pain, the trauma, and how fucking demons out of my system was the only thing that kept me from losing my goddamn mind. And Freya-bless her-she was always there, always ready to help. Always down for whatever I needed.

Sex with Freya wasn't about love. It wasn't about connection. It was about power, control, release. And she knew it.

Ace growled inside me, his need raw and primal. I tossed the towel aside, eyes locked on her as I stalked toward the bed. Freya's gaze flickered to mine, and for a second, she tried to shy away, her body curling back as if to tease me.

"Don't," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. 

She stilled.

I wasn't in the mood for games. Not tonight.

I grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the mattress, my patience snapping. With a rough tug, I ripped her underwear clean off, the sound of fabric tearing echoing in the room. She gasped, but we both knew the rules. No teasing. Just fucking.

This wasn't going to be slow or gentle. This was raw, animalistic. It was the only way I knew how to fuck. I positioned myself between her legs and thrust inside her, the feel of her tight around me sending a rush of heat straight to my head. There was no room for tenderness here. Freya understood that.

I grunted, picking up a ruthless pace, my hips slamming against hers with every thrust. Freya moaned beneath me, her nails digging into my back as I drove deeper, harder. This was what I needed. Raw, unfiltered release. 

My cock filled her cunt, drilling in and out. But was this what I wanted ? my mind kept drifting back to the one I really wanted to break. The one I wanted to see writhing beneath me, crying out for mercy. Not Freya. No, she was just a stand-in. She was there to keep me from snapping completely. But the other one... She was the one I wanted to destroy, to claim, to ruin.

The thought of her filled my mind as I slammed into Freya one final time, my release ripping through me with a savage growl. I stayed there for a moment, catching my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Freya lay beneath me, breathing hard, her body trembling from the force of what just happened.

But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

I pulled out of her and rolled off the bed, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my waist again. Freya didn't say a word. She knew the deal. We didn't talk about what happened. She was just there to fill a need.

But the need was never fully satisfied.

"Get some rest,

" I muttered, my voice cold, distant. "You can go when you're ready."

Freya nodded, but I was already walking out of the room, my mind back on her.

The one who would break. The one who would beg.

And when that day came, I'd be ready.