All Chapters of Alpha Morano’s Scarlet Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

JACKLA “Oh, I love women in heat. So easy to take three fingers all at once,” Morano whispered directly into my ear, sounding like a man who knew every dirty detail about this curse. “Come here.” He pulled me firmly, shifting my weight until I was standing directly in front of him, though his fingers never stopped their wicked, internal work. My head fell back completely against his chest. My body felt like slime, melting helplessly against his hard frame. His free arm wrapped tightly around my chest, holding me pinned in place as his hand continued its traitorous, soaking activity. “There are some rules you have to adhere to when it comes to our consummation,” he whispered, his hot breath fanning my neck. “Which practically begins tonight.” His voice sent a shiver straight down my spine, but what was worse was that I couldn’t even feel my own legs anymore. Something massive was coiling and building its way out of my lower belly, a pressure so intense it made my vision blur.

MORANO “You... you wouldn’t do that,” the leader choked out, a nervous chuckle of disbelief vibrating in his throat.“Yeah, I definitely would. So, let’s get this real party started,” I grinned, adjusting my cuffs. “Thank the gods this room is completely soundproof, so enjoy yourselves.”I moved toward the exit as my guards quickly stepped forward. They unbuckled the ropes from the chairs, forcing the bleeding men down onto all fours, tying them tightly in a degrading, dog-like position on the blood-soaked floor.Just then, the heavy steel door creaked open, and the massive frame of Debrano stepped into the room with his executioners trailing closely behind him. Debrano himself stood a terrifying six-foot-seven, completely massive, with a jagged, ugly scar cutting all the way across his face.Debrano looked dangerous. He looked like pure death walking. He was a man of zero words, taking orders from absolutely no one except me and my top men. A dark, twisted smile stretched across his

MORANO “You... you wouldn’t do that,” the leader choked out, a nervous chuckle of disbelief vibrating in his throat.“Yeah, I definitely would. So, let’s get this real party started,” I grinned, adjusting my cuffs. “Thank the gods this room is completely soundproof, so enjoy yourselves.”I moved toward the exit as my guards quickly stepped forward. They unbuckled the ropes from the chairs, forcing the bleeding men down onto all fours, tying them tightly in a degrading, dog-like position on the blood-soaked floor.Just then, the heavy steel door creaked open, and the massive frame of Debrano stepped into the room with his executioners trailing closely behind him. Debrano himself stood a terrifying six-foot-seven, completely massive, with a jagged, ugly scar cutting all the way across his face.Debrano looked dangerous. He looked like pure death walking. He was a man of zero words, taking orders from absolutely no one except me and my top men. A dark, twisted smile stretched across his

MORANO I wasn’t ready to cum yet, so I firmly grabbed her hips and turned her around. “On your fours now,” I commanded, my voice dripping with dominance. She didn’t even hesitate. She did exactly what I asked, shifting her weight onto her hands and knees. Oh, damn. The sight of her from behind was driving me completely nuts. I felt like I could cum from just staring at her gorgeous shape. I had never met anyone with such a high, intoxicating sexual appeal. She was breathing heavily now, her chest heaving against the mattress. I held her waist tightly, pulling her hips back until she was flush against my thighs before plunging deep into her in one heavy stroke. “Fuck me, Morano... oh, please,” she begged, her head dropping forward. This time, I didn’t hold back at all. I began slamming into her hard, setting a brutal, relentless pace that made the headboard rattle against the wall. “Take me! Take my cock, Jayla!” I growled. “Yes, Daddy, just like that!” she moaned lou

MORANO She had passed out completely cold after sex, and the first thought that crossed my mind was to call the head maid to come clean her up. But there was this strange, unyielding pull in my chest to do it myself. I carried her limp body into the bathroom, lowering her gently into the warm bathtub. I washed every single part of her body with my own hands, changed her into soft, clean clothes, and tucked her securely into the sheets. I stayed right there, watching her sleep all through the night. She looked so incredibly peaceful, but I knew the dark truth. For how long could that peace truly last with a ruthless man like me? I had forced myself to leave the bedroom very early in the morning because I knew I wouldn’t be able to fight the primal urge to cuddle her all night, and I didn't want my actions creating any soft delusions in her head. But down at breakfast, the urge returned. I wanted to sit right there and watch her eat. I wanted to watch her nervous fingers f