The CEO's Mistress is a Female Alpha

“I will say it one last time, you are mine, Amelia. Don’t think of leaving, ever!” A man’s hoarse voice croaked a sentence amidst the pleasured grunts. The bed shook with his momentum.

In the dark room, the scent of the ongoing passionate rendevous and moans of pleasure filled every corner. Unlike the man, who was lost in ecstasy, the woman below tried her hardest to remain clear-headed.

She bit her lips to stop the leaking blush-inducing sounds, but her body refused to listen to her mind. It moved in harmony with the gyrating man. Every thrust was met with an equally wild response.

Noticing the blood on her lips, the man licked and sucked her plump cheery red lips. The beauty tried to refuse but was rained with wilder and deeper kisses. Their tongue played chase while their bare bodies waltzed to the tune of primitive impulses.

The beauty couldn’t resist for longer, and gave in, surrendering herself to the heaven-like pleasure the man brought her. She fervently closed her eyes, clamped his waist, and embraced him closer. The man who was already at his limit, couldn’t resist a devilish smirk.

His pace increased, deeper and faster. Sweat covered their connected bodies like dew. The smell of roses made him intoxicated. He couldn’t think straight, all that mattered was the petal-like soft body in his arms. He wanted to ravage her. He wanted to eat her. He wanted to glue her to his body.

He himself didn’t know when his thoughts became so possessive and obsessive. But the girl was simply a shadow warrior. She tip-toped in his empty heart, carved her own name on it, and broke his walls of indifference. And now when he was addicted to her taste, she wanted to leave? In her dreams!

Kieth humphed and hammered her ruthlessly. The musk scent infiltrated the bedding, but the man never stopped. He continued till he felt another pressure building up in his insides. He released and unwound inside her. He wanted to mark her body, both inside and outside, with his marks and smell.

They remained like this, till the numbness in their limbs subsided. The man moved a little and saw the woman playing dead. He had long become used to it. Since the past week, every time, when they were intimate, she would be as excited as him, but afterward, she would act like a dead fish.

He simply kissed her forehead and went for a quick wash. As soon as Kieth left, the woman opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with irritation, anger, and mockery.

Kieth came back and picked her up gently. He carried her to the bathroom and caressed her clean in the bathtub. She lay weakly on his chest. A slight smile appeared on her face.

“Happy? If you are so satisfied, then I will wash with you every day.” Kieth spoke with a hint of pampering. In his arms was a white, boneless beauty with long slender legs and tempting plumpness on her front and rear. Her enchanting black eyes could trap anyone. Her red full lips were simply a cherry on top. Kieth could not stop himself for stealing another kiss.

“I wonder, if you like being with me so much, then why don’t you break off your engagement?” Amelia opened her small mouth and spoke in a leisurely voice.

Kieth stiffened at her words. Even the frown on his forehead couldn't tarnish his drop dead gorgeous looks. With a drool worthy physique and heavenly features, any man or woman couldn't resist looking at him a little longer.

“Oh! I forgot! I am just a mistress. You won’t break up with your high-profile partner because of me. But have you heard that people can’t have the best of both worlds?” Amelia Lockhart looked at Kieth Williams, unfazed by his handsomeness, and asked curiously.

“How about you break off your engagement and marry me? Otherwise, marry her and let go of me.” Amelia had a glint of sharpness that she deftly hid behind the façade of innocence.

“Do you think you are in a position to negotiate with me?” He smirked while speaking. He continued washing her.

Amelia closed her eyes. A hint of dejection appeared in her eyes. ‘You had your chance, but you ruined it. Don’t blame me.’ She mumbled incoherently. Kieth thought that she was sleepy, so he took her and placed her on a freshly made bed.

Amelia wasn’t sleepy. She was sad. Sad at the fact that this man did not put her in his eyes. Sad at the conclusion that she had fallen to such a level where she let him trample on her dignity.

“Mr. CEO, I Don't Wanna Be Your Sugar Baby Anymore. I want to leave.” Amelia opened her eyes and repeated clearly, making Kieth stop. She had been saying the same thing over the past few days.

“Looks like you no longer need the medical supplies.” He continued dressing up but his voice had dropped below the freezing temperature.

“Hah! The medical supplies? Yes, I don’t need them anymore. You can keep your damned supplies to yourself!” She tried to feign calmness, but inside her, anger was erupting like lava. Her clan members had urged her a lot of times to leave this man after they had received enough supplies, but she resolutely declined.

Why? Because she was living in an illusion. She believed that she could stay like this forever. By his side, without any troubles. But reality jolted her awake. 

She was already depressed after receiving the troublesome news from her hometown, and then she heard of his engagement! She could have ignored it, but Lady Amanda, his rumored partner showed up and smacked her with a cold hard proof. The evidence was like a slap to her. It was like the last jab that broke her illusion.

She no longer had the time to linger. She could not afford to dabble in illusions. Her people needed her. 

“Your wants do not matter. The contract explicitly states that you get the medical supplies, and I get you. The contract is not over till I say so. You should be aware of the consequences of breaking the contract.” Kieth alertly reminded her of the paper that had tied her to him.

“Liquified damages, blacklisted from the companies, and unable to find a job. Is there anything else that I should be aware of?” She tilted her head and asked him knowingly. Only a human would think that such shallow conditions could bind her. 

Kieth panicked inside, but outside, he remained deadpanned. 

“And being on my bad side. Do you think you could afford that? Stop offending me. I can ruin your life with a snap of my fingers.” Kieth tried his best to dissuade her.

“Oh! I guess you forgot one thing. You have already ruined my life. I gave you my heart, my body, and my soul. And what did I get? A stamp of Mistress!” Amelia gritted her teeth as she spoke. It was the ultimate truth. Having a scumbag as a mate was her worst nightmare. 

Kieth pursed his lips as he stared at her silently.

“Stop being stubborn. Even if you don’t need the supplies, the contract still stands. You are mine. You sold yourself off to me in exchange for those supplies! Your brother is still in a critical condition. Do you think you can risk his life?” Kieth poked at her sore spot.

He knew how much she liked her brother. He knew he was taking advantage of her. But at this point, he had no other better idea to make her stay. He had to make her stay, by hook or by crook.

Thinking of her brother, her eyes trembled a little. She wondered how he was. Had he woken up? Was he doing okay? 

Sensing the change in her emotions, Kieth’s tensed nerves relaxed. Looks like he would have to hold onto her half-dead brother to keep her in his palms.

While she was distracted, he closed the distance and kissed her forehead. His touch jolted her awake from her concerns. Her eyes widened with surprise. They had been together for six months by now. But every time he touched or kissed her, she could feel the same electric shock she felt at their first time. 

Kieth felt satisfied with her response. It’s like he still had a chance. As long as she does not push him away, everything could be fixed.

“Be a good girl and wait for me.” He softly whispered in her ears.

This time, Amelia did not respond. Instead, she kept staring at him. Her eyes were filled with complex emotions. She stared at his face till she had etched his every feature in her mind.

He took her silence as affirmation and left in a hurry. He had to deal with the crisis as soon as possible. He would let everyone know that his name could not be used carelessly. He would make them pay dearly. A ruthless glint shone in his eyes as he thought of the troublemakers.

When he was working overtime in his office, trying to deal with the mess of his engagement, he received a call. 

“Sir, Ma’am has escaped.”