Sin Starts Here: Chapter 4- Back so soon?

Seraphina’s POV

Alpha Darius was a monster. If he thought fucking me was going to get me to spill all of my secrets, he was so, so wrong.

I sat on the edge of the narrow cot in my stone cell, knees pressed together, arms wrapped tight around my ribs. The cool air kissed my still-flushed skin, and I hated it—hated that every brush of air across my thighs reminded me of the wetness he'd left there. My cunt still ached, still throbbed from the brutal stretch of his cock. I could feel the ghost of his knot pulsing against my insides, and I clenched my thighs harder, trying to squeeze the memory out.

Traitor, I hissed at my own body. My pussy had clutched at him like a greedy mouth. I'd soaked his shaft, cried out when he drove deep, and that orgasm—that helpless, shattering peak—had ripped out of me without my permission. I'd begged him to stop, and then I'd begged him to keep going. The shame burned hotter than any fever.

No. I wouldn't let it happen again. I would lock my legs, bite my tongue, and think of the cold steel of a blade instead of the heat of his body. My clan's secrets were carved into my bones, and I'd sooner die than hand them over to this brute.

The heavy wooden door groaned open.

I didn't look up. I forced my gaze to the stone floor, tracking the scuff of his boots across the rough-hewn rock. The air shifted—that deep, musky scent of pine and male sweat, undercut with the faint copper tang of blood from the earlier fight. My nostrils flared before I could stop them, and my heartbeat lurched into my throat.

Stop it. He's the enemy.

But my skin prickled with awareness. Every hair on my arms stood at attention. I could picture the width of his shoulders, the way his chest tapered to that ridged stomach, the thick column of his neck where I'd sunk my teeth earlier—only to have him growl in approval and fuck me harder.

"Still sulking?" His voice rolled over me like a low growl, rough and satisfied.

I dug my nails into my own arms. "I'm not sulking. I'm planning how to gut you."

A dark chuckle. The sound of his boots stopped two feet in front of me. I saw the worn leather of his trousers, the bulge still visible beneath the laces. My cunt clenched—soaked—and I wanted to claw my own vulva off for its treachery.

He crouched down, bringing his face level with mine. His hand came up, calloused fingers brushing the hair from my cheek, and I flinched like I'd been burned. But I didn't pull away completely. That was the worst part. My body leaned into his touch like a flower turning toward the sun.

"The truth, little wolf," he murmured, his thumb tracing my jawline. "You enjoyed it. Every bratty moan, every time you bucked against me. Your pussy told me everything I needed to know."

"It told you nothing," I spat, meeting his amber eyes at last. The hunger in them made my stomach flip. "I gave you nothing. You took—you stole—and I still won't break."

His smile spread slowly, predatorily. "Is that what you call it? Theft?" He leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing mine. "Because I remember you grinding down on my knot, milking every drop of cum from my balls. You weren't fighting me by the end. You were riding me."

He's right. The thought was a poison dart. He's right, and I hate him for it.

But I lifted my chin, letting defiance harden my voice. "Enjoy it while you can, Alpha. Because the moment you think I'm softened, the moment you turn your back—I'll have a blade in your kidney."

His laugh was genuine, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest and into my skin. "That's my girl." He stood, and his hand dropped to the laces of his trousers. "We'll see how long that fire lasts. I've got all night."

He loosened the knot, and the sight of his cock springing free—already thick, already flushed—made my mouth water even as my mind screamed no. The internal war raged, every nerve pulled taut between fury and desire, and I didn't know which would win.

This time, I wasn't strapped to a chair, but my hands were still tied with these silver-laced cuffs that burned into my wrists. I was grateful for a bucket of water and a rag earlier, so at least I didn't have caked-on blood still on my face.

He was quick as he grabbed a handful of my hair, jerking my head back as he took my arm in the other, spinning me around so that my body was positioned stomach down onto the bed. He pulled my legs up, my ass now on display, with a part of me deep down anticipating every soon-to-be thrust or caress he’d give my body.

He leaned down, whispering into my ear, “Tell me, little wolf, who are you with? I don't believe you when you told me it's by scent only.”

“I won't tell you shit,” I spat.

That was the wrong thing to say as his grip left my hair and now rested tightly around my throat, choking me as he shoved his massive cock inside me with one thrust.

“Awwww,” I cried out as his cock pounded into me relentlessly as I felt his knot swell into my tight pussy. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as I tried to fight the orgasm that was slowly growing.

But before I could even get to the point of even thinking of getting off, he pulled out with a laugh, “I think someone is enjoying this,” he said smugly.

All I could do was spit on the floor, some of which landed on his foot.

“I'm not done with you yet, little wolf,” he growled, which sent a tingle of pleasure down my traitorous body. I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I'd be fucking lying if I wasn't hungry for his cock.

Just as fast as earlier, he flipped me over with my back now lying on the cot as he took my hands still in chains and hooked them to the wall. I tested the restraints, and damn it, I couldn't move an inch. He looked at me and knew what I was thinking because all he did with that arrogant face of his was wink as he shoved my legs to where my knees were touching my chest, and again shoved into me with a force so strong it shoved me back slightly.

“Don't worry, little wolf, I'll make you talk tonight. I'm sure your pretty little body has been craving me,” he growled lowly. And as he was still pounding into me, I couldn't say he was wrong.