30: Brute

ALPHA ZADE

I always thought I had a good grasp of my control, but after being pushed to the wall one too many times by this woman, I am starting to see I’m pretty much a mere mortal like anyone else and that pisses the hell out of me.

She tries to squirm but it is of no use, I let her have her fun and she should have known it wouldn’t last.

“Let go of me you fucking brute,” she spits through gritted teeth and I roll my eyes. She is not even trying.

“Fight harder,” I reply, sounding as bored as ever.

She growled lowly, the sound gravelly and sexy but I know she is not aiming for the latter. Something sharp nips at the skin of my neck and the metallic smell of blood surrounds us. She broke skin.

I still don’t move back. I mirror her hold on me, wrapping my hand around her neck. Her mouth opens and she lets out a choked sound. Images that should never associate with her flips through my mind, I push them away as soon as they come and with one last push against the hard surface, I release