All Chapters of My Beta's Betrayal, My Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

CharisseI moved quietly towards the door.It was made of heavy oak, no windows. So anyone standing by wouldn’t be able to look out and see me. Even so, I crouched low enough to not be noticed—or heard. And the closer I got, the clearer the sounds. For some reason, I could almost see what was happening inside, as though the door had windows and I was looking through it. Dorian would be the one punching and kicking—I could recognise from his deep grunting. And the two Alphas would be there with him—Alfred and Martin: I could smell their presence. But who—or what—he was hitting, I had no idea. It sounded like a punching bag, but it also felt… alive… groaning in pain…. Ah, what the hell. I opened the door—stealthily—till the gap was wide enough for a peek. And horror punched me in the stomach. My hand flew to my mouth before I let out a sound to give my presence away. Indeed, the Alpha King of Cuisine and the Alpha King of Pharmaceutics were standing by, watching in silence a

Charisse He was strapped to the chair very tightly. Four belts, ten ties. By the time I tightened the last knot around his arm, he was well erected. That angry column of muscles and raw strength. “Dorian,” I breathed, unable to tear my gaze away. “Are you alright? What should I do?”What a thing to ask. I'm the one who started this, and he's the one being tortured. “Whatever you like, angel,” he grunted, his voice now low and raspy. “WHATEVER THE FUCK COMES TO YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MIND.”I stiffened. This wasn't him talking. That vicious tone, it wasn't Dorian. But his deep blue eyes were fixed on me. His mouth was moving to make those words. Then, I smelled it. Thick, dark and vicious—his pheromones. Or the dominant side of him. “Fuck, angel, move back,” he snarled. And I shuffled backwards until my waist bumped into the counter. Was I scared? A little. Was I excited?Yes. Very, very much. My sick, twisted desires. “Why are you like this?” I asked, knowing exactly why.

Charisse “Seven fucking days,” the Alpha grunted, “brace yourself, my love. We’re gonna fuck—.” He fisted my hair to hold me in position then rammed his huge, throbbing shaft into my eager, wet pussy. “Seven days’ worth.”Over and over, his powerful phallus jabbed that exact spot, and my insides crashed wildly, pleasure ringing incessantly through my flesh. “Haah! Aah! Oh God!” Tears were gushing down, trickling off my swaying nipples. “God, it feels so—fucking—good!”“Good?” He thrust faster, stronger—his grunting deeper, hoarser, fiercer. “Then, come harder for me, my love.”SMACK, SMACK! And my butt cheeks bounced like ants on fire, a sharp jolt of sweet pain shot to my gasping throat. “Aah!” I shuddered hard, clenching even harder to keep the climax from coming. Not yet. I don't want this to end. But he wanted me to come, squeezing the round flesh of my butt like a handle and slamming my pussy brutally on his cock, so he drove deeper and harder—. I orgasmed in no time, clamp