Chapter 10

Delilah’s Pov

As soon as Malric told me it was my choice, that was the cue I needed. I wasn’t going to bow down to him easily. I wanted to make him beg.

I wanted him obsessed, ruined, broken by me the same way I had planned since the beginning. And then, as if fate was on my side, the crowd started gathering in the middle of the hall. The music shifted, slower, heavier, sensual, and couples began switching partners.

I let myself get pulled into it, moving like water, switching from one stranger to another, each step drawing me closer to where Malric stood watching. My hips swayed deliberately, every brush of my body against someone else slow and deliberate. I could feel his eyes on me, burning into me like molten heat, and I loved it. I wanted him restless.

When I switched to another man I didn’t recognize, I danced seductively, letting my fingers trail lazily along his shoulders, making sure Malric saw every second of it. I stole a glance at him, and his jaw was locked tight, his stare hungry and violent.

The music swelled and partners changed again, and suddenly I was standing right in front of Caleb. My breath hitched. Caleb… the alpha who used to hate dancing, who used to hate nights like these. What changed him? What changed everyone while I was gone?

He took my waist lightly as the dance required, and when my breasts brushed against his chest accidentally, I felt him stiffen.

“Why can’t I perceive your scent, my lady?” he asked softly, his voice calm but probing. “And why the veil?”

I forced a polite smile beneath the thin black fabric. “I have a husband,” I whispered, “and he prefers I keep my face hidden.”

Caleb’s grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly. “But you came with an escort, and he is not your husband.”

I tilted my head, leaning in just a fraction, lowering my voice so only he could hear. “Just as you said… he’s an escort. I’d rather keep my face… unseen.”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed, suspicion flaring there. He tilted his head, leaning closer. “Your voice,” he murmured, “it sounds so… familiar…”

Before he could finish, Islode appeared at his side, touching his arm gently. “We need to go, Caleb. Please.”

He glanced at me once more, his gaze lingering. “It was nice meeting you, veiled lady,” he said, then followed Islode out of the hall.

My heart was pounding against my ribs as I kept dancing, switching partners, smiling faintly to hide the storm inside me.

When Stephan finally returned, I caught his arm, glaring. “Where have you been?”

He smirked faintly, and that was when I caught it — the strong, undeniable scent of sex clinging to his skin, so thick it almost choked me. My gaze shifted and I spotted her, a woman slipping out from the corner Stephan had just come from, her hair tangled, lips swollen, skin flushed.

Pathetic.

“You are so pathetic,” I whispered coldly, stepping back from him.

I didn’t wait for him to respond. I didn’t wait for Malric either. I didn’t care anymore. I had brought my own carriage. I left.

By the time I reached Malric’s mansion, the weight of the night clung to me like smoke.

I stormed straight into my room, stripping off the suffocating dress, removing every trace of the night from my skin.

I drew myself a hot bath, letting the steam rise and wrap around me, sinking into the heat until my muscles softened and my thoughts blurred.

For a moment, I drowned in the silence, in the stillness.

But when I stepped out of the bath, dripping, skin flushed, a small towel wrapped low around my body, I froze.

Malric was sitting on my bed, waiting.

His eyes dragged lazily over me, dark and heavy, like hands already touching me.

“What are you doing here, Malric?” I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

He leaned back slightly, his jaw sharp under the silver light streaming from the window, his gaze locked on mine with that predatory calm.

“You made your choice, Delilah,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “And now you must be punished… pet.”

His words wrapped around me like a chain I hadn’t asked for, tightening with every breath.

“What do you mean I must be punished?” I snapped, forcing myself to keep my voice steady even though my pulse was racing. “I don’t belong to you, Malric. I have no reason to be punished by you.”

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes dragging lazily down my body like he already owned every inch of me.

“You don’t have a choice, little wolf,” he said, his voice deep, sharp, and thick with authority. “I get what I want.”

I clenched my fists at my sides. “Definitely not me,” I spat back, though my voice betrayed a slight tremor. “I only came here to work for you.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel his heat and smell the faint trace of leather and wild forest clinging to him. His gaze was sharp, almost predatory.

“And that’s exactly what you’re doing,” he murmured, his tone dark and dangerous. “Working for me. Obeying me.”

My breath hitched, but I forced a smirk, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me waver. “Obeying you doesn’t include… that.”

He tilted his head, lips curving into a slow, wicked grin. “Doesn’t it? You’re under my roof, Delilah. My rules. My punishments.”

My voice came out lower than I intended, husky, almost daring. “And if I refuse?”

Malric’s eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking there. “Then I’ll make you beg for what you’re refusing now.”

The words sank into me like molten heat, twisting something deep inside. I hated that my body reacted to him even as my mind screamed to stay strong.

“You’re impossible,” I whispered.

“And you’re mine,” he countered.

His dominance pressed down on me like a storm, but I wouldn’t give in not fully, not yet. So I leaned in, my lips ghosting over his ear as I whispered seductively, “I don’t break that easily, Malric.”

He chuckled low, dark, and dangerous. “Good,” he rasped. “I like a challenge.”

Neither of us said nothing as he watched me carefully. I felt small beneath his gaze because he was really tall.

His large hand gripped my shoulder with a strength that bordered on possessive. His touch was firm, guiding me to my knees with an ease that made my stomach twist. I didn’t resist. I couldn’t. There was something about the way he moved, deliberate and unyielding, that made defiance feel futile.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, as if the word itself was a secret meant only for me. His breath ghosted over my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his for a fleeting moment before dropping to the floor. There was a raw intensity in his gaze, a hunger that made my pulse quicken.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Delilah,” he repeated, his tone almost reverent, as if kneeling before him was my purpose, my destiny.

I felt his other hand brush against my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. His thumb traced my lower lip, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his lower body while dressed, already prominent, pressing against the fabric.

My breath caught in my throat as he began to undo his fabric. My eyes flickered down, watching as he loosened it, with a slow, deliberate motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head glistening in the faint light. My mouth went dry, my heart pounding harder as I took in its size, my mind racing with anticipation.

“Open,” Malric commanded, his voice firm but laced with desire. His fingers brushed my lips, his touch both gentle and demanding.

I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips slightly, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

My hands reached out instinctively, wanting to guide him, to feel the weight of him in my palms. But before my fingers could even graze his skin, he stopped me with a sharp, “No hands, Delilah.” His tone was final, brooking no argument.

Instead, his hand tangled in my hair, gripping it tightly, his fingers threading through the strands as if claiming ownership.

I winced at the slight pain, but it only heightened the tension coiling within me. He leaned closer, his other hand pressing against the back of my head, guiding me forward. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my lips, and then, with a sudden thrust, he pushed inside, filling my mouth completely.

The sensation was overwhelming, his thickness stretching my lips, the taste of him invading my senses.

I gagged slightly, my eyes watering as he began to move, his thrusts relentless and hard. In and out, he fucked my mouth with a ferocity that left me breathless, my body trembling with each motion.

Tears welled in my eyes, mixing with the slickness of his skin, but Malric didn’t relent. His grip on my hair tightened, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.

I felt his pace quicken, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he neared the edge. My body ached, my jaw throbbing, but I couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop myself from craving more.

Just as I sensed his climax building, just as I felt the tension in his body coil tighter, he pulled back, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop.

I gasped for air, my lungs burning, but there was no time to recover. Malric’s hand released my hair, only to grip my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

His eyes were dark, his expression unreadable as he held me in place, his cock hovering just above my face.

And then, with a sharp thrust, he came, his release splashing across my cheeks, my lips, my forehead.

The warmth of his seed coated my skin, the scent of him filling my nostrils. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me, my body trembling with a mix of surrender and raw emotion.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control.