This pussy was made for my punishment, wasn't it?

Clara's POV

"You're dripping for me, aren't you? So sinful, so eager for your alpha's cock to stretch you wide."

I whimpered, a sound torn between protest and desire, my hands fisting in the sheets as waves of sensation crashed over me. "You're a monster," I spat, but my hips bucked slightly, pressing against his hand as it finally reached my folds. He parted them with expert, ruthless precision, finding me slick and swollen despite my turmoil.

"Monster?" He chuckled darkly, the vibration rumbling against my skin as he switched to my other breast, sucking harder, his teeth scraping until I arched off the bed. "Yes, I am. And you're going to love every filthy second of it." His fingers plunged inside me without warning—two at once, thick and unyielding—curling to hit that spot deep within that made stars explode behind my eyes. I cried out, back bowing, tears mingling with sweat on my face. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling my clit with merciless pressure. "Hear that? The wet sounds of your pussy sucking my fingers in. So greedy, Clara. Hate me, but your cunt knows the truth—it craves my sin, my punishment."

Punishment. The word hung in the air, and his eyes darkened further, a storm brewing as he withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. I whimpered in protest, hating myself for it. He stood, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving mine. "This is your punishment, Clara," he growled, his voice low and venomous, laced with old pain twisted into rage. "For killing my Lisa—the love of my life. You took her from me, and now I'm gonna ruin you and your body. Break you until there's nothing left but my mark, my seed, my control." His pants dropped, revealing his cock—thick, veined, throbbing with need, the tip glistening with pre-cum. It was massive, sinful, a weapon of dominance and destruction. He stroked himself roughly, once, twice, his eyes burning into me. "Look at it. This is what you'll worship. What'll tear you apart every night until you beg for mercy."

My heart clenched at the mention of Lisa— the woman he'd loved, the one I'd been accused of murdering in a fit of jealousy or accident, depending on who told the story. Guilt twisted in my gut, but it was overshadowed by the fear and lust his words ignited. "Taehyung, I didn't—please, it wasn't like that," I sobbed, but he cut me off with a ruthless shove back onto the bed.

"Liar," he snarled, rejoining me, positioning himself between my thighs with brutal efficiency. The tip of his cock teased my entrance, sliding through my wetness, coating himself. "You destroyed her, so now I'll destroy you. Inch by inch." He thrust in then—slow and deep at first, but ruthless, filling me completely in one unyielding motion that stretched me to the brink of pain. I screamed, the burn delicious and agonizing, pleasure exploding through me as he bottomed out. "Fuck, you're so tight—clenching around me like a vice. This pussy was made for my punishment, wasn't it?"

He began to move, hips rolling in a punishing rhythm—hard, deep thrusts that slammed into me with feral need, each one a reminder of his dominance. His hands gripped my hips bruisingly, nails digging in as he held me in place, not allowing an inch of escape. "Take it, Clara. Take every filthy inch as penance for what you did to Lisa." His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing, tongue invading like a conqueror. He broke away to nip at my jaw, my neck, biting down on his mark until fresh blood welled. "You taste like sin and regret. Moan for me—let the whole pack hear how I ruin their Luna."

I did, unable to hold back, my cries echoing in the chamber as he drove into me relentlessly. Sensations overwhelmed me: the slide of his sweat-slicked skin against mine, the way his cock dragged against my walls, hitting every sensitive spot; the coil of heat building low, threatening to shatter me. "Taehyung... oh gods... it hurts," I gasped, but my legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.

"Hurts? Good," he growled, his pace quickening, hips snapping with brutal force that made the bed creak. "Pain is your punishment. But feel how it mixes with pleasure? Your body's mine to torment." One hand slipped between us, fingers pinching my clit harshly before rubbing in rough circles. "Come for me, you filthy mate. Shatter around my cock while I fill you with my cum. This is for Lisa—ruining you like you ruined her."

My wolf surged forward, howling in ecstasy despite the turmoil. Mate! Bond! Punish us—we deserve it. Emotions peaked: hatred twisting into desperate desire, fear into exhilaration, guilt fueling the fire. I climaxed with a guttural scream, waves of blinding pleasure crashing over me, my walls clenching around him like a vice.

He followed with a roar, thrusting erratically as he spilled inside me, hot and claiming, his seed marking me from within. "Take it all—every drop as your ruin," he panted, collapsing over me, his weight a heavy, possessive blanket.

But he wasn't done. Ruthless as ever, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up and entering me again from behind with a savage thrust. "Round two, Clara. I'm far from finished punishing you." His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded into me, each slap of skin echoing his words. "Feel that? My cock owning you. Beg for more—beg like the sinner you are."

"Taehyung... please... more," I whimpered, broken and sated, my body arching back into him. He laughed darkly, increasing his pace, his free hand slapping my ass sharply, leaving red marks.

"That's it. Beg while I break you." He leaned down, whispering filthy promises in my ear. "I'll fuck you until you can't walk, until every step reminds you of your punishment. Lisa's gone, but you'll pay forever—with your body, your moans, your submission."

Hours blurred into a haze of ruthless pleasure and pain. He took me against the wall, his hands choking my throat just enough to heighten the edge; on the floor, rutting like animals, his teeth marking my shoulders; back on the bed, slow and torturous, edging me until I sobbed for release. Dialogues spilled from him like venomous honey: "Scream my name, Clara—let it echo like Lisa's last breath." "Your pussy's so wet for your ruin—filthy, isn't it?" "Hate me? Good—hate me while you come again."

By dawn, spent and aching, I lay in his arms, my body a map of bruises, bites, and his seed. He slept, his face softened in repose, almost like the boy from the garden—innocent, vulnerable. But I knew the truth: the monster lurked beneath, ruthless and unyielding. Tears silent on my cheeks, I endured, plotting in the shadows of my mind.

My wolf whispered, content for now in her twisted way. But we'll break free. One day.

One day, even alphas bleed. But for now, I bent, body ruined but spirit flickering, unbowed.