Chapter 6: The Temptation

I was lying on Rayan’s bed, wearing only a sheer dress. Something that felt like an unbearable weight at a moment when all I wanted was to feel my skin touched by the air. He appeared at the foot of the bed and walked toward me wearing the same clothes he had worn with those other women, his chest exposed and damp with sweat.

He moved with the authority and dignity of a true alpha, as if he owned the whole world, everything around him, including me. He climbed onto the bed with an agile leap. I saw flashes of his wolf cross his eyes; there was a raw lust in him that struck the fire inside me.

He leaned over me and pinned my hands above my head. I did not want to struggle; part of me wanted him to dominate me and claim me. I felt his weight against mine as he kissed me with violence and force, his hands tearing my dress, and then he buried himself inside me, so deep and so harsh I dug my nails into his back instinctively.

I felt my body shake under the waves of pleasure, one clímax after another. I felt his seed inside me and my body burning with him. We melted into each other. I marked his skin with my teeth and nails while he marked me from the inside.

It was sex in its most primitive and raw sense.

“Enjoying yourself, b*tch?” The question was not made with laboured breaths but rather with scorn. It jarred against the rest of the moment. I frowned, trying to understand, and felt a burning pain across my face. A heavy slap that brought me back to reality.

I woke from one of my wildest dreams and blinked, looking around with a face full of confusion. There was Rayan, crouched before me with a mocking smile.

“Slept well? Sweet dreams?” He savored the words, clearly taking pleasure in humiliating me. All the desire I had felt turned into contempt.

“Yes, I dreamed I was tearing the skin from your face with my teeth,” I answered.

“Oh, do you usually get turned on by dreaming about hurting people?” He gestured toward my chest. I looked down and saw the tips of my breasts hard against my shirt. I looked back at him with anger as he laughed. “Feisty and kinky? You are really something.”

“Go f*ck yourself, Rayan.” I spat at him with every drop of saliva I could summon..

He wiped his face with his hand and chuckled, then suddenly grabbed my throat. His hands closed around my neck, squeezing. I felt the air leave my lungs, the pressure constant and disturbingly pleasurable.

What the hell, can the Wave turn everything into pleasure? I thought, refusing to believe it.

“You can pretend as much as you want, but the truth is we both know you do not want me to f*ck myself, you want me to f*ck you, right, little b*tch?”

He released me and shoved me against the wall. I gasped for air, trying to recover my breath. I reached for my throat to massage it but the restraints would not let me.

“The Wave is a damn fucker, isn’t it? Making you feel pleasure even from my most rough touches.” He stood up as he spoke.

How the hell does he know I liked it? Did I show it? My mind raced along with my pulse and my thoughts felt scattered as oxygen slowly returned to my body.

“You know how to stop it, don’t you? You just need to beg.” His voice carried a painful disdain that made me angrier.

I raised my eyes to his face and began to laugh mockingly.

“What, b*tch? Lost your mind?” he asked, puzzled.

“No, I’m just imagining how much you must be suffering to control yourself too.” I said with a smile that returned his contempt. “I may be dirty and locked up here, but I know you can smell my arousal and that must be driving you crazy.”

I could see anger flare across his face before he struck me with a kick. He grabbed my hair and forced my face up so our eyes would meet.

“I can f*ck fifty women in one night if I want to, you are nothing but a passing annoyance. Never forget that.”

He threw me against the floor again and walked back toward the door. I watched with fury in my eyes. He stopped as he opened it and said, “Guard, I think today’s meal will not be necessary. Our guest is especially well disposed.” Then he closed the door behind him, locking it and leaving me alone in that room that seemed more like hell to me.

Flashes of the previous night swam in my mind as the cold and the darkness of the room surrounded me. The party of lust and desire that Rayan throwed with those two had lasted for what seemed like hours. The steel curtain closed again before dawn, at least I think it was the dawn, since I had lost all sense of time.

Yesterday I felt my body burning, there was a growing fire deep inside me, my core wanted him, needed him. I did not know I could get so hot without combusting until that moment, until all those hours watching women reach their climax again and again with the man my body desired the most.

And, contradictorily, the one my mind despised the most.

Eventually my head fell forward under the weight of sleep. Fatigue overcame me, but even then I found no rest. I dreamed of him, a dream that burned through my body setting it on fire. And Rayan knew it, he saw it. Maybe he even heard it, I don’t know if I was moaning in my sleep, maybe I was.

A long, heavy sigh escaped my lips. That was my new reality.

That would be a long and painful day, without food, without water, without light. I had no idea how I would survive there. It would not be long until withdrawal began to show, I would grow weaker and more vulnerable to my urges.

But no, I would not give in.

I would rather die than beg before him.

These were the words I kept repeating to myself as time slid by slowly and painfully until night came again. Or at least what I thought was night, when the steel curtain opened once more and the show of horrors and depravity began again.