Like A Good Girl.

Chapter 5.

My heart slammed against my ribs, his grip on my neck tightening. My brows pulled together, lips parted.

My body twitched, the feeling from last week stirring up again.

A vein in his temple twitched, my scent hitting his nostrils the same way it was for me.

“Look at you.” He groaned, tightening his grip on my neck.

“Dripping for me already. Is this how desperate you want me? To drug my food just to get my attention?”

I shook my head immediately, refusing to admit to what I didn’t do, but my stomach was flipping, his heat burning my skin up with desire.

I didn’t understand any of his words, nor did I understand what was going on, but I understood that my body was fucking betraying me right now.

My lips parted to say a word but nothing came out.

The sight of him like this—dark red eyes, hard muscles, bulging veins? Oh! They turned me on more than they should, and I was slowly starting to drip down my thighs like the shameless little slut that I am.

His eyes darkened, his arousal triggering mine. The look in his eyes was cold, yet they burned with untamed need.

But this wasn’t a time to slip away. As much as I wanted the cock that was currently pressing against my stomach, I didn’t want to be tagged a needy slut who had no self-respect.

After he deprived me of my orgasm, I locked myself in my room, refusing to eat or do anything until he came to me. But he didn’t—he didn’t come to me to clear the air about his actions. So I got tired and sneaked into the kitchen, only to be met with this.

My skin burned from the heat, nipples rising beneath the fabric of my top. Then I felt it—the movement of his hand, slow and torturous, as it came closer to my nipples, circling gently against them.

My jaw locked, and I looked up at him.

“Look at your nipples, hard for me like I would fuck you, huh?”

My pussy dripped, his touch scorching my skin the same way his words burned.

“I should throw you out for trying to seduce me… but look at you, begging without saying a word.”

His words slammed into me like a slap—real and embarrassing.

I looked away from him, ashamed of who I had become.

But his thumb dragged along my jaw, slow and deliberate, tilting my head back so I had no choice but to look at him. His eyes pierced into mine, taking me right where I didn’t belong. To the place I have always wanted to be — pleasure.

“You’re soaking, aren’t you? Dripping like the needy little slut you are.” His voice was low and cruel, his cock pressing harder against my stomach so I could feel the heat of him.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but my thighs betrayed me, pressing together.

His eyes burned darker, nails curling into the nape of my neck.

“I raised you,” he continued, leaning closer, “but here you are, being a bad girl and drugging me just to take my cock.”

My lips parted, but no words came out. No words came out because he wasn’t wrong. I wanted him to touch me where it burned most, to grab my legs and yank them widely apart.

To slip a finger into my pussy and fuck me so hard until I came, then bend me over the table and fuck me so hard until I was nothing but spent. But I didn't drug him. I never did.

His voice came hot against my ear again, his muscles clenching so hard as he dragged his lips against my nape.

“You are soaking, aren’t you? You are dripping like the needy little slut that you are.”

My throat bubbled, and I pushed in a thought. He was enjoying this… taunting me and acting like he didn’t want me. I could see it in his eyes—in the way his body twitched, in the way he was trying to hold himself.

Then his fingers moved down my belly, stealing my breath for more than a second.

“If I push my fingers into you right now”—his palm slid lower, resting just above the edge of my skirt—“you’d suck them in and beg for more, wouldn’t you?”

Yes… The voice answered within me. I will suck it in. I will clamp around it like a lover’s grip.

And I will cum all over his fingers like his slutty good girl.

Those were the thoughts in my head until I felt his hand against my right hip, gripping it up and pulling me closer to him.

My breath hitched and my body arched into him.

My eyes moved to his face, which was now hovering dangerously closer to mine.

Then he spoke—his voice low and lethal.

“Your tiny little pussy cannot take my cock. Even if you try harder, it will only ruin you…”

With that, he let loose of me, walking away without sparing me a glance.

My body stood frozen, heart shattering as I watched him leave, his hand gripping his head tightly like he was trying to control his urge.

*

I sat on my bed, hugging my knees to myself.

My pussy was dripping—not just from his touch, but from something deep. Like a triggered heat. Like the one I felt some days back.

Something was wrong. Someone was pulling strings behind closed doors, and the person was either doing it to get me punished or to get me caught.

My nipples turned razor sharp.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the burn between my thighs—so I lay on my back and spread my legs wide.

The moment my hands found my pussy, my back arched.

I was so wet, dripping like it was the only thing I knew how to do best.

My fingers moved, rubbing my clit, stimulating it gently.

My muscles tensed from how sensitive I had become, but my fingers didn't stop running.

I was determined to get this orgasm and kill the heat growing rapidly in me.

But a knock suddenly came on the door, jolting me from my action.

My shoulders slumped.

“Go away… Nina. I do not want to talk to you.”

Another knock came shortly after my words, and it was brutal and different.

My brows pulled together as I drew my wobbling legs across the room.

The moment the door opened, I stood frozen at the sight in front of me. Alpha Lucien— tall, huge and broad in ways only a man like him could ever be.

His eyes were red, sweat trickling down his temple.

“Alpha—”

He moved closer and my words trailed off, sniffing me in like he could perceive something.

Then all of a sudden, he gripped my arms, shut the door, and slammed my back against it, pinning both my hands above my head.

My breaths came in soft, shallow bursts.

“You were touching yourself?” He growled lowly against my cheek, his voice thick with anger like I had done something forbidden.

“Did I give you the right to touch yourself?”

I suppressed the lumps in my throat, lips pouting subconsciously.

Fear nestled in my chest, but before I could say any more words, he pulled my back from the door and said—

“Since it all started with your hands, then it will end with your mouth…”

I blinked back gently, carried a back my his words until I heard him speak again.

“Kneel…” His voice was low, yet it came in hot, dark, and powerful.

The command struck me like a wave, and my knees—my knees met the floor before I could even process it, giving into his command like a good girl.