Chapter 2

Genevieve's POV

He had my wrists pinned above my head with a single, large hand, his broad frame suspended above my petite body, clearly telling me that he was in charge. But since I initiated this for revenge, I didn't want him to be in charge, so our tongues engaged in a fierce battle of dominance.

After struggling to keep up with him for a while, I finally gave up and allowed him to dominate every inch of my mouth. He skillfully sucked on my tongue and lips as if he'd been inside my head and knew exactly what I wanted—I have always wanted to be kissed mercilessly, possessively, and intentionally. Throughout my twenty-five years of existence, I have never been kissed this way—he's bringing my fantasy to reality.

Just as I closed my eyes to savor the moment, he broke the kiss. A deep, displeased frown appeared on my face, and I snapped my eyes open, ready to scold him for stopping, but my words were caught in my throat when I found him already staring at me with a teasing smile.

"Are you sure you want this? I can't promise I'll stop once I go further than this."

Am I sure I want this? Is he kidding me? Surprisingly, I couldn't speak; I only nodded. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Use words. I need verbal consent."

I bit my lower lip as I stared into his green eyes. There's something about them that is strongly pulling me in.

He arched his left brow. "Bambi?"

"Yes. I want to know how it feels to cheat," I replied, and that was all he needed to hear.

He grabbed my blouse and tore it, making a shocked gasp escape my lips. My breasts became naked before him. He grabbed them together and gently squeezed them. He smirked at me before diving down to my neck, sucking on it and nibbling on my collarbone.

An electrifying current seemed to trail from his lips, sending violent shudders through me as he traced a path down my neck and collarbone. Who is this man? Why is my body responding to his touch this way?

He slowly kissed his way down to my belly button, drawing a broken whimper from the depths of my chest as I arched my back. He let go of my breasts, grabbed the waistline of my skirt, and pulled it down, leaving me in nothing but my red lacy underwear.

His eyes darkened, and with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, he said, "You're dripping soaked already."

"You can't lie and say you don't like what you see," I replied. He couldn't be the only smug one here.

He quickly took off my underwear, brought it closer to his nose, and closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply.

"I love it!" He carelessly tossed it aside, spread my legs wide open, and dived in, urgently drinking every drop of my slick.

My fingers tangled in his locks the moment his tongue swirled against my sensitive entrance. Warmth spread throughout my body as I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to go deeper.

His mouth worked magic between my thighs, his tongue laving over me with an intense, deliberate rhythm that drove me out of my mind. Every flick sent a shockwave directly to my core, making my hips arch off the bed unbidden. I let out a sharp, breathless moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as the sensation coiled tighter and tighter in my lower belly.

He didn't slow down. He drank from me as if he were a dying man at an oasis, his thumb pressing gently against my clit to send me over the edge. The sudden double stimulation was too much. A shattered cry tore from my throat as a powerful orgasm crashed through me, ripping across my entire body.

Before I could even catch my breath, he pulled back, his green eyes dark with raw, possessive hunger. He quickly undid his belt, unzipped his zipper, and took off his pants and boxers in one swift movement, revealing the thick length of his erection pressing against his stomach. My breath hitched in my throat at the sight of him.

Only one question clouded my mind as I stared at him—he's so big, would he even fit in me?

"Look at what you did to me, Bambi," he growled, his voice thick and low. "Can you handle me?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, unsure of my words.

"You sure?"

I nodded speechlessly and partly scared. I mean, I haven't handled someone as big as him before.

He aligned his tip against my drenched entrance and pushed in slowly. I gasped, my head thrown back as he filled me completely, stretching me until there was no space left between us. The sheer size and warmth of him inside me made my toes curl.

"You feel incredible," he groaned against my neck, positioning my legs over his shoulders.

He pulled back almost completely before plunging back in with heavy, deliberate thrusts. I cried out, holding onto his arms as he established a fierce, unrelenting pace. Every stroke was deep and hard, hitting the exact spot that made me see stars. The sound of our skin slapping together and my breathless moans filled the room, mixing with his low, guttural grunts.

He gripped my hips, lifting me slightly to drive himself even deeper. I was lost in the storm of pleasure, meeting every thrust with equal desperation, completely consumed by the heat of his body.

"I-I'm close, Bambi," he rasped, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and more unhinged.

As soon as he said that, my walls became tighter against him, and I felt myself reaching climax. He was about to pull out of me, but my hands worked against every logic and held onto his waist, preventing him from pulling out. He continued thrusting but gave me a confused look.

"Don't pull out..." I whimpered, tightening around him in invitation. "Do it inside me..."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You would never see me again to make me take responsibility for whatever happens later."

"I don't care, just do it!"

That was all the control he had left. With a primal growl, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His body stiffened, and I felt the sudden, hot rush of his release filling my womb, spilling deep inside me. He held me pinned beneath him, breathing heavily as the waves of his climax rippled through us both, binding us together in the quiet, dimly lit room.

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"Eve! Eve!" My eyes snapped open as soon as I heard a familiar voice call my name, then a gentle push came right after. "Thank goodness you're alright," the voice said.

Not fully conscious yet, I sat up and rested my back against the headboard. I held my face in my palms, shielding my eyes from the brightness inside the room. After my eyes had adjusted to the light, I opened them and looked around with a deep, confused frown.

"Where am I?" I whispered.

As if I had asked a ridiculous question, she looked around briefly before raising her brows at me. Mine furrowed in return, wondering why she was giving me that look. Then her gaze lowered to my chest. I followed her gaze and gasped in shock when I realized I was naked. I quickly grabbed the blanket and covered myself up.

"Do you know where you are now?" she asked sarcastically.

Last night's event suddenly crashed into my brain, and my cheeks couldn't help but heat up in great embarrassment—I couldn't believe I had a passionate moment with a total stranger. Well, that was the best night of my life!

I cleared my throat. "Did you meet him?" I was referring to my one-night-stand partner.

She shook her head.

"Oh," I exclaimed simply, relieved yet somewhat disappointed. My eyes subconsciously looked around for any notes from him, telling me about how last night was fun, but there were none.

"Oh? There's nothing to be relieved about," her voice sounded urgent and panicked.

"What do you mean?"

She stared at me for a moment, then released a deep sigh before fetching her phone from her pocket. After scrolling through for a brief moment, she handed it to me.

"David did a grand proposal for your sister last night, and it's been trending on the pack's group chat since last night."

What the hell?! Have they no shame?! Wasn't it just yesterday I caught them together? Why the sudden proposal? They didn't even wait until we severed our mate bond? And our parents... did they consent to it?

I needed answers for these questions, so I tossed her phone back at her and quickly jumped out of the bed. I gathered my clothes that were scattered around and released a frustrated hiss as soon as I picked up my blouse.

"Bloody hell!" It was badly torn. I was too engrossed in last night's heat that I didn't bother about today's repercussions.

Nora snickered as she rose to her feet and approached me. "Evidence of last night's fun." She took off her denim jacket and tossed it at me. I pouted my lips, giving her an appreciative look, which she waved off and gestured for me to continue getting dressed.

I blew her a quick kiss before putting on my clothes... No, what remained of my clothes, then draped her jacket over my shoulders.

"Let's go," I said, rushing out.