Chapter Five

Lyla’s hands went to his chest. She needed him. She was so damn cold. Desperate to feel his hot skin against hers, she ripped the front of his shirt and heard buttons bounce across the room.

“Charlie...,” he began, but she covered her mouth with his.

She had never been so hungry or desperate for touch and comfort. She tore off her clothes and plastered her naked chest to his. She moaned at the contact even as he ripped her underwear. She felt the snap of fabric on her inner thighs and then cool air a moment before his fingers pressed into her.

Even as his aggression made her hot, something about it struck her as odd, but she couldn’t think with the inferno between them. She kissed him, drinking from his lips to wash away the taste of fear. His fingers burrowed into her channel, making her dizzy with need.

“I need you,” she said as she trailed kisses over his face. “Don’t let me go, please...”

"Never again, Charlie. Never."

Charlie.... what happen to Wendy?, she thought to herself.

Her eyes widen. She looks up and about to look straight at the familiar, controlling voice when Leonard suddenly pinned her beneath him. He spread her thighs and pressed the head of his shaft over her slick lips.

“Do you want me, Charlie?” he rasped.

Her desire overpowers her slight fear. She couldn't come up with proper words to say except for the moan she released from her lips.

“More than anything,” Charlie whispered back.

“Charlie...,” he moaned a second before he slid inside of her.

The burn of pleasure rocketed through her. She paused to savor the moment. Here, something was different as well, but she couldn’t think when she was so full of him and his mouth devoured hers.

He was dominant. His overwhelming aura reminds her of an alpha , taking her as he never had before. Pleasure burst through her as he increases his speed, and her voice becomes hoarse, eclipsing fear and replacing it with ecstasy.

“Do you belong to me?” he asked.

a punisher he was since she could not reply as much as she wants to when he shift the position of his shaft deep into her. it's hits her bundle of nerve and she felt like her vision darkens with organs. rushing down her veins like a wave.

Charlie tossed her head back once more never had the chance to exhale and be well rested as Leonard sped up his thrusts. He was going deeper than he ever had, as if he could sense her desperation and need. Instead of his usual gentleness, there was an edge of violence to his lovemaking that made her wild.

It's like he was marking her and making sure she remembers him.

“Charlie, promise me.”

“Promise what?” She was having a hard time concentrating. Why couldn't he asked his stupid question some other time?

“Promise you won’t leave me again.” He said.

“I will never leave you, Lenny,” Lyla said and rocked against him, desperate for relief.

She felt his body tensed and the grip he had on her thigh deepened. Almost to a point of abuse. she winced.

" Lenn_"

" Silence!!" His voice booms throughout the room. Her wolf whine in fear and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Huh?

“Do not mention that name. You fucking leave me for him. for that bastard!" He growled.

" Wait. what? I dont understand..."

You left me! You did,” he growled.

Charlie's breath stalled in her throat as a sliver of fear cut through the ecstasy. She tried to push away, but he kept her in place with heavy, deliberate thrusts that made her moan through clenched teeth.

“You'll never leave me again,” he decreed.

Charlie opened her mouth to argue, but the climax hit so hard and fast that she wasn't prepared for it. She let out a high-pitched scream as he pounded into her.

Pleasure coursing through her body, yet her brain and wolf screaming to her to wake up. When she finally found courage to open her eyes, her joy dissipates.

Poor Lenny, his face began to distort. Even as Charlie reached up and raked her nails along his back but she realised that something was not right.

Lenny's back was too broad and muscled. He grew so big and wide, she couldnt even touch her fingers when it was easier last time if she were tk gove him a hug.

Confusion and panic clouded her mind. She blinked furiously as the orgasm faded and reality smacked her in the face.

Charlie wasn't in her apartment with Jonathan. She was in Gideon's and hers master suite in what used to be her old home.

Slightly renovated yet still the ugly room where she was had multiple times, beyond her consent and free will.

He is doing it again and he was fornicating with her.

Gideon's harsh breaths filled the room as he thrust into her, amber gaze spearing hers as he neared his climax.

Through the dim light of a nearby lamp, Charlie begin to realise that the bare skin she had hold was only her imagination.

She was able to see that he was fully dressed in a navy green shirt - last time, he will ever use that shirt that was ripped down the front with just his pants undone.

“No!” Charlie screamed and tried to get away, but she was pinned beneath her attacker violent body.

“I missed you so much,” Gideon said and brushed kisses over her face, even as she tried to avoid his mouth. Gideon's face darkened and he planted himself to the hilt.

“You’re mine,” Gavin hissed a moment before he climaxed, flooding her with his seed.

...

She dreamed of escaping him, only to wake and find him again, taking her by force. Charlie began to shake uncontrollably as he hovered over her, not saying a word. His familiar cologne wreathed her senses and made her stomach lurch.

“How could you do this to me?” she whispered. eyes blurry from tears. She then pounded his chest and screamed, “Get off me!”

“Baby—”

“No, let me go!”

Gideon flipped her on her stomach and rested his full weight on her. Charlie turned her head to the side so she could breathe and dug her nails into the rumpled sheets that smelled of them. Enraged and helpless, she beat at the mattress and tried to buck him off with no luck. 

“Don’t,” he warned in a lethal voice.

“You raped me!” she seethed and tried to bite him.

“You wanted me,” Gideon said against her ear, causing her to shiver. “As soon as I got into bed, you reached for me. You ripped my shirt and told me you needed me.”

“I was dreaming, you asshole!” She didn't get wet for him, she was dreaming about Lenny. That’s why her body responded, right?

Charlie stiffened when Gideon's cock slid between her legs again. 

“You recognize my touch even in sleep, baby girl.” 

“No!”

She tried to dislodge him, but he controlled her easily. This couldn't be happening.

“Please, Gideon.” 

His hands moved over her, just as they had in the dream. “Do you know how many times I dreamed of having you beneath me like this again?”

“You can't do this to me! Stop, Gideon!” she sobbed as he moved inside of her. 

“I can do anything I want to you,” he said and brushed achingly light kisses along her wet cheek. “I own you, Charlotte ....”

Charlie buried her face in the sheets as he fucked her. Her body betrayed her, welcoming him and clutching at his cock. Gideon groaned into her hair and moved faster.

“You won’t escape me this time,” he said, hands stroking her body, overloading her senses.

She shook her head, unable to speak as he climaxed and came with a triumphant shout that she was sure his security on duty could hear.

Charlie hated that her body demanded its own release. Didn’t her body know that she hated him? The moment Gideon eased to the side, she rolled off the bed and ran to the en suite bathroom.

“Charlie—” Gavin began, but she slammed the door. 

Charlie stepped into the shower and turned it on full blast. She scrubbed her body vigorously, trying to erase his touch and scent.

How could her body respond to him?

How had her dream merged seamlessly with reality so that she thought she was having sex with Lenny instead of Gideon?

She crumpled to the ground, hands splayed on the floor as she wept.

What did Gideon want from her? Was he trying to punish her? If he wanted to make her feel dirty and violated, he succeeded. The shock finally caught up to her and she sobbed uncontrollably.