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“Fuck!!” she groaned as she felt his full length into her. Her feet dug into the soft sheets, legs spread wider, accommodating him, the space he consumed. He rested as he was into her; she twitched, sucking his dick whole so that he quivered. Her body burned. Sweat fell from his face to her stomach, the sweat sliding into her navel. She quivered.
She tried to look into his eyes but couldn’t hold steady for a moment as he kissed her neck, all the way to her face, kissing every bead of sweat on her face. He was kissing her conscious and kissing her back to her senses. He hasn’t moved yet, and she was convinced this is a night she won’t forget. She wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck. Her legs locked around his flexible waist. He lifted himself a bit off her body and then—he moved. Quietly. Slowly. Feeling the rhythm, the sound of their bodies slushing over each other. The lewdity of the noise driving them saner. “Ugh!!!” Her voice hit the four walls of the room. Harder. Faster. Almost beast-like. She thought she would stop breathing. She thought she would break. But she isn’t. Instead, she’s holding onto the pleasures—the pain-mixed electricity that travelled from the core of her body straight to her brain, and from her brain to the rest of her body. “Ugh!!!” “Say my name…” he whispered slurrily into her ears, licking, fucking her ear hole with his tongue, making her body reverberate. Her body was getting exhausted with pleasure; it couldn’t take anymore. “Say my name…” She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. She tried. Each thrust took the words away from her mouth and replaced them with gasps, filled her mouth with moans instead of the alphabets that formed his name. “Say my name, else I won’t stop…” he threatened. Her stomach quivered. Her stomach squirmed like it has never done before. “Say it…” The thrust came faster, hitting her nerve—the sweet part, the juicy area inside of her—and she lost all senses. She was alive, but she was in heaven. Her moans flew out of her mouth, senses gone, so she didn’t mind how loud she was. She didn’t mind that she was outside at a club. She didn’t mind if anyone got turned on by the sounds she made. Who cared when she’s getting knocked up this good? No one got it so well with her. No one hit the spot for her this good. Is it because she was an omega? She didn’t mind that. She won’t mind, because an alpha with stronger pheromones—an alpha in rut—was going to destroy all her morals tonight. He turned her over to her back, her butts shot up like a gun, his heavy ember hovering over her butt cheeks, hitting each of them with carefulness, releasing his pheromones into the air like fire, making her go wilder. Her eyes rolled into her head, the knees she was using to rest on the bed shaking. “Ugh!!” came his groan as he trailed his large hands over her body, then to her cheeks. He slapped it over and over again. She squirmed to every hit to her butt cheeks, making her wetter. She was dripping, squirting onto the sheets. Even in his rut, he had a level of control, which turned her on the more. Most Alpha can’t handle their rut; because of that, they always roughened her up in ways that she would be in the hospital for days. But this one—different. “Put it in me…” she slurred out, swiping her long hair from side to side. “You haven’t said my name yet,” he replied, hovering on top of her, his sweat colliding with hers, his heat boiling hers. She was shaking. “Devon,” she whispered, and he hit her cheek again. “Wrong,” he breathed out. “If you get it wrong one more time, I will tie you up and punish you.” He warned, and her stomach sank lower, riling up with excitement. It’s going to be a very long night. “Turn around,” he commanded, and she turned around like a dog to a bitch, a she-wolf to a wolf. “Suck it,” he said, referring to his rock-solid large ember that was standing an inch away from her face. She touched it fondly. It was wet from screwing all her insides. She smiled, dipping her hand into her wet and squirty self. She plastered the cum all over the dick and began to fap it. Over and over again, until she could feel the twitch in his legs—the little shake in his legs as the veins showed up more. Her tongue kissed the tip, and then she began to swallow it into her mouth till it was deep in her throat. She moved, thrusting it into her mouth down to her throat. Her eyes rolled into her head, gagging as the ember was too big for her small mouth. He grabbed her head with his palm and began to move by himself. “Fuck!” He went harder, faster. The cum splashed, filled her mouth, dripping out to her chest, to her stomach. He pulled out, splashing it all over her face, her white skin glistening from his load. “Remembered my name yet?” he asked again as she swallowed the cum on her tongue, still kneeling, her eyes still needy, watching as the ember stood again like it wasn’t sucked in the first place. “Turn around. I’m going to tie you up,” he commanded, and she turned around. Her hands tied up with his belt. She was excited. She was thrilled, especially when the ember came into her again, her butt pressing against his stomach. There’s no best feeling as this. Fuck! This shouldn’t end until—she froze. “Stop!!!!” she screamed. Harder, but he covered her mouth. Terrified, trembling in pleasure, she still wanted to resist. He was knotting inside of her, deep inside her womb. “No!!!”Spring came with warmth and new beginnings.Penking officially handed Second Chances to a board of directors. Three counselors who’d been with the program from the early days. People he trusted. People who understood the mission.He attended the transition ceremony. Small. Just staff and current kids.One of the counselors, Maria, said, “This program exists because of you. Because you believed change was possible. And you proved it. Every day.”Penking nodded. Didn’t trust his voice.A kid named Marcus. Sixteen. Angry eyes but soft underneath.He stood up. “I came here because I had nowhere else to go. My mom was using. My dad was gone. Courts sent me here as part of probation. I hated it.”Laughter from the crowd.“But Mr. Penking. He didn’t treat me like I was broken. Didn’t look at me like I was a case file. He looked at me like I was a person.” The kid’s voice steadied. “And nobody had done that in a long time. So. Thank you. For building this. For believing first. So we could lea
Viktor’s trial lasted six weeks.They didn’t attend. Didn’t want to. Had given their statements to the prosecutors and stepped back.Let justice handle itself for once.Updates came through Marcus. Evidence presented. Witnesses. Documentation.All the things Viktor had done. Building over seven years. Carefully. Methodically.Planning Penking’s destruction like it was a business.The jury took four days.Guilty on all counts. Fraud. Conspiracy. Obstruction.Sentenced to twelve years.Marcus called with the news. “It’s done. Viktor’s going to prison for a long time.”Amelia sat with the information. Let it sink in.“How does it feel?” Penking asked later.“Anticlimactic. I thought I’d feel more.”“Me too. I thought I’d feel. Relief. Victory. Something big. But mostly I just feel tired.”“Same.” She leaned against him. “Is it wrong that I feel sorry for him? Slightly?”“Viktor?”“He spent seven years planning this. Seven years of his life. And for what? He’s in prison. We’re still here.
The acquittal meant nothing to the public.Half the internet still believed Penking was guilty. Said the jury was bought. Said money always won. Said reformed criminals never really changed.Comments. Articles. Opinion pieces.All saying the same thing. That Amelia was naive. That she was complicit. That she’d helped a monster walk free.She stopped reading them after the third day.But the damage to Second Chances was real.Three major donors had pulled funding during the trial. Two more after the acquittal. Said they couldn’t be associated with the controversy.Twelve kids had been pulled from the program by worried parents.Four staff members quit. Said they couldn’t work in the environment anymore.The building in Brooklyn had been vandalized. Windows smashed. Spray paint on the walls.Penking walked through it on a Tuesday morning. Hands in his pockets. Face blank.Amelia walked beside him. Said nothing.What was there to say?“We rebuild,” he said finally. Voice flat.“Yeah. We
The arrest happened at dawn.Six FBI agents. Guns drawn. Knocking on the door.Penking answered. Hands up. Compliant.“Kael Penking, you’re under arrest for money laundering, wire fraud, and conspiracy. You have the right to remain silent.”They read him his rights. Cuffed him. Led him to a car.Amelia watched from the doorway. Tears streaming down her face.Twenty years. Twenty years of peace. Of building. Of trying.Gone. Because of a lie.Marcus met them at the federal courthouse.Arraignment. Bail hearing. The whole process.The prosecutor argued Penking was a flight risk. Had means. Had motive to run.Marcus argued he’d spent twenty years being a model citizen. Had family. Had roots. Wouldn’t run.The judge set bail at two million dollars.They posted it. Using the house. Second Chances. Everything they had.Penking was released pending trial.But the damage was done.News broke immediately. “Reformed Crime Lord Arrested on Federal Charges.”Reporters camped outside their house.
The forensic accountant found it three days later.A single discrepancy. In one of the fake transactions.A timestamp that didn’t match. An IP address that traced to a computer in Brooklyn.Penking’s old territory. Where Viktor used to operate.“It’s not proof he did it,” Marcus said. “But it’s a start. Shows the documents originated from someone in your past. Not you.”“Is it enough for the FBI?”“I don’t know. But it’s something.”They took it to Agent Collins.She reviewed it. Frowned. “This shows the documents may have been created by a third party. But it doesn’t prove your husband wasn’t involved.”“How would he be involved in creating documents that implicate himself?” Marcus asked.“Maybe he’s trying to cover his tracks. Make it look like a setup.”“That’s circular logic and you know it.”“It’s caution. We can’t dismiss the possibility that this is all theater. That Mr. Penking is very good at playing innocent.”Amelia spoke. “My husband has been clean for twenty years. He’s b
The call came on a Tuesday morning.Amelia was making coffee when her phone rang. Unknown number.She almost didn’t answer. But something made her pick up.“Hello?”“Is this Amelia Penking?” A woman’s voice. Professional. Cold.“Yes. Who’s this?”“My name is Agent Collins. FBI. I need to speak with you about your husband. Can you come to our office today?”Amelia’s blood went cold. “What about my husband?”“I’d rather discuss this in person. Are you available at two PM?”“I. Yes. What’s this about?”“Two PM. I’ll text you the address.”She hung up.Amelia stood in the kitchen. Hands shaking.FBI. Calling about Penking. After twenty years of peace.She called him immediately.“The FBI wants to talk to me. About you.”Silence on the other end.“Kael?”“I’m here. Just. Processing. Did they say what about?”“No. Just that they need to talk in person.”“Don’t go. Call Marcus first. Get a lawyer.”“I don’t need a lawyer. I haven’t done anything wrong.”“Neither have I. Recently. But that do
The next forty eight hours were hell.Prosecutors came to the penthouse. Asked questions. Recorded everything.Amelia told them about the surveillance files. The territory meetings. The violence she’d witnessed. The people she’d seen hurt or killed.She told the truth. All of it.Penking sat beside
They burned the contract in the morning.All of it. Every copy. Every document. Every record of the transaction that had bound her to him.Penking made calls. Sent orders. Within hours, lawyers were shredding files. Digital records were being erased.By noon, it was done.She was free.Legally. Com
They didn’t have sex.Penking just held her. His arms wrapped around her. His chin resting on her head.“I meant what I said yesterday,” he murmured. “About loving you.”She closed her eyes. “I know.”“Do you feel anything? For me?”The question she’d been avoiding.“I don’t know,” she whispered. “
Saturday passed in a blur.Amelia moved through the apartment like a ghost. Made food she didn’t eat. Sat in rooms without seeing them. Watched Penking and tried to memorize his face.Just in case.He noticed. Of course he noticed.“Are you okay?” he asked at dinner.“Fine.”“You’re lying.”“I’m ti







