Chapter 19 – NO ESCAPE

I had just closed the bag when the door opened without a knock.

Deucalion stepped inside.

His eyes went straight to the bag on the bed, then to me.

“Where are you going?”

I lifted the bag and slipped the strap over my shoulder.

“None of your business.”

I tried to walk past him.

His hand shot out and closed around my upper arm. The grip was hard, unyielding.

Before I could pull free, he shoved me. I stumbled backward and fell onto the bed. The bag slipped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud.

“Let me go.”

He didn’t answer.

He stood over me, breathing steadily, eyes dark. Then he opened his pants. His cock sprang free, already thick and hard, the head flushed and glistening.

I scrambled backward on the mattress.

“Stop. Don’t you dare.”

He grabbed both my ankles and dragged me toward the edge of the bed in one strong pull. I kicked, twisting my body, trying to keep my legs closed. It did nothing. His strength was greater. The Alpha blood in him made his strength so powerful that the resistance was almost useless.

His hands went to the waistband of my pants. I grabbed his wrists, trying to push them away.

“Deucalion, stop it!”

He ignored me. With a sharp yank he pulled the pants and underwear down my legs. The fabric tore in places. Cool air hit my bare skin. I felt exposed, vulnerable, angry.

“You can’t just—”

He pushed my legs up and apart. I tried to close them again, but he held them open with firm hands. Then he spat into his palm, stroked himself slowly from base to tip, coating himself, and pressed the thick head against my entrance.

He pushed in with one long, smooth thrust.

The stretch burned. I gasped loudly as he sank deep, filling me completely until his hips met mine.

“Yes,” he muttered, voice rough and low. “Much better.”

He started moving right away. Deep, steady strokes that forced the air from my lungs with every thrust. The bed creaked under us. I could feel every thick inch of him sliding in and out. My body tried to reject the invasion even as it wettened around him against my will.

I grabbed the sheets, trying to push at his chest with my hands but they seemed weak.

“Get off me.”

He caught both my wrists and pinned them above my head with one large hand. The other stayed on my hip, holding me in place as he fucked me harder. The slap of skin against skin filled the quiet room. Each deep thrust made my breasts bounce. Heat built low in my stomach even though I hated every second of it.

He kept the same powerful rhythm for a long time, never slowing, never giving me a chance to catch my breath. Sweat began to form on his chest. His eyes stayed locked on my face, watching every reaction I tried to hide.

After several minutes he pulled out suddenly. The emptiness made me shiver. Before I could move he flipped me onto my stomach, then rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him in one strong motion.

I ended up straddling him, his cock still hard and wet beneath me.

“Ride me.”

I sat there, breathing hard, his thick length pressed against my entrance. I hated that my body wanted him inside again. I hated the empty ache between my legs. I stayed still, refusing to lower myself.

If I showed him any pleasure, he would only take more.

He waited only a few seconds.

Then he gripped my hips and pulled me down onto him in one firm motion. I cried out as he filled me again, deeper than before because of the angle. My hands landed on his chest for balance.

I stayed motionless, trying to control my breathing.

But the pressure was too much. The way he stretched me. The heat of his body under mine.

Slowly, almost against my will, I began to rise and fall. Just a little at first. Up and down. Feeling every ridge and vein of him slide through me. The wet sound grew louder.

A small moan slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

That was all he needed.

The moment he heard it his hands clamped harder onto my hips.

“That’s it.”

He thrust up hard while pulling me down at the same time. The sudden deep, fast strokes made me cry out. He kept going, using his strength to bounce me on his cock. My breasts moved freely with every hard thrust. I could no longer hold the sounds back.

I moaned loudly, the noise spilling out of me without control. My hands pressed against his chest as he drove into me over and over. The bed rocked. My thighs burned. Pleasure built fast and sharp even while anger still burned in my chest.

He fucked me harder, chasing his own release. His breathing turned rough. His fingers dug into my skin.

I came first, my body tightening hard around him as the climax tore through me. I moaned his name without meaning to. He followed moments later with a low, rough groan, holding me down while he spilled deep inside me.

For a long moment neither of us moved.

Then he lifted me off him and stood up.

I stayed on the bed, breathing hard, my pants still tangled around one ankle, his release slowly leaking from me.

He fixed his clothes without looking at me.

Then he opened the door and called out in a cold voice.

Two guards appeared almost immediately.

Deucalion’s tone left no room for argument.

“Pass my order to the rest. If I ever have to look for this woman inside this house, both of you will be severely punished. You will regret the day you were born. Do you understand me?”

The guards bowed low, fear clear on their faces.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Good. Make sure she does not leave these grounds. Not tonight. Not ever without my order.”

They nodded quickly and stepped back into the corridor.

Deucalion glanced at me one last time. His expression was unreadable.

Then he walked out and shut the door hard behind him.

I sat on the edge of the bed, still half-naked, the bag lying on the floor where it had fallen.

My body ached in places I did not want to think about.

The incomplete mark on my neck burned hotter than it had in days.

And for the first time I understood clearly,

The doors of Blackridge had closed even tighter around me, and escape had become far more difficult than before.