All Chapters of The Alpha's Private Library: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Dawn’s POVHe flipped us in one smooth motion and dragged my underwear down my legs. The moment the cool air hit my soaked cunt I shivered. He settled between my thighs, pushed them wide open with his shoulders, and just looked at me for a second.“Christ, you’re dripping.”The first lick was slow and filthy, flat tongue dragging from the bottom of my slit all the way up to my clit, collecting everything. My hips bucked. He did it again, harder, then sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked in the precise rhythm that had always destroyed me.No one else had ever done this the way Dickson did.He knew the left side of my clit was more sensitive—he focused there immediately, flicking it with the tip of his tongue in short, vicious strokes while two fingers slid inside me without resistance. He curled them upward into that exact spot only he had ever found so easily and rubbed in tight circles. The dual sensation ripped a broken cry out of my throat.I grabbed his hair with both hands an

Dawn’s POVDickson looked at me, and something in his face made my stomach tighten.“He's the one who brought me the evidence against you. He put it in my hands and told me you'd stolen from the company.”I stared at him as the pieces finally came together. The man sending me messages and watching my apartment wasn't some stranger who had appeared out of nowhere. He was the same man who had helped destroy my marriage. He had been there from the beginning. But there was one thing I wasn't confused about.“I'm not taking you back.”Dickson looked at me but didn't interrupt.“I still don't trust you with my future, and finding out your father manipulated both of us doesn't change what you did.” I held his gaze. “But I'm also done pretending I regret last night or that I don't want it again.”The teasing disappeared from his face. “As long as you're here, if I want you, I'll have you.” I held his gaze. “That's all I'm offering.”Dickson took that in before asking, “What if I want more?”

Dawn’s POVI could barely hold myself still, and Dickson knew exactly what he was doing to me. He kept bringing me unbearably close only to deny me at the last second, until broken sounds were spilling from my mouth and I was fighting uselessly against his hold, desperate for the release he kept refusing me. Only when I thought I couldn't take another second did he stop holding back. His mouth closed around my cunt as his fingers curled inside me, hitting the spot that finally shattered what little control I had left.I came with a raw cry, my thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm tore through me so violently that my entire body shook. Dickson didn't ease up, keeping his mouth on me until the pleasure became almost unbearable and I jerked beneath him.When my body finally jerked away from the overstimulation, Dickson released my wrists and rose between my thighs. I remained spread open on the table, struggling to catch my breath while my cunt continued to pulse from what he'd

Dawn’s POV“You couldn't stop looking at him.”My eyes flicked toward Dickson.He had the good sense to keep his mouth shut.“I kissed you, and you kissed me back,” Adrian continued. “But the second he opened his mouth, I could feel you reacting to him.”I frowned. “I was agitated.”“You were. But you cared that he was there way more than you wanted me to know.”I didn't have an answer for that.“And then the bastard started telling me I was kissing you wrong,” Adrian continued. “He sat there telling me exactly how you liked it. Hand in your hair. Hand around your throat. How much pressure you liked. What made you melt.”My cheeks betrayed me at the memory, and I looked away before Dickson could notice.“And then he looked me straight in the face and told me he taught you all of it,” Adrian continued. “So yes, Dawn. I went home and looked up your ex-husband.”“You were jealous,” I said.“Obviously,” Adrian replied.“We weren’t together,” I reminded him.“I knew that,” Adrian said. “It

Dawn’s POV“Shut up,” I told him, trying to sink down and take him. He stopped moving completely and pinched both nipples at once, hard enough to make my eyes water.“No. You don’t get to decide when.”He waited until I was still and shaking, then started the grinding again, slower, meaner. His cock slid heavily against the soaked cotton while he sucked bruises into the soft undersides of my breasts, leaving dark marks that would last. “You’re soaking me.” His voice was low and mocking. “These panties are ruined. Should I make you keep wearing them after? Walk around with my cock print on them so you remember how hard you begged?”I was trembling. He kept going, long, measured strokes against my covered pussy, the head catching on my clit with every pass. Every time the pleasure built too high he eased off, or simply stopped moving until the intensity faded and I made a broken sound of protest. Then he started again.The wheel reached the top and paused. The park spread out far below