On The Alphas' Bed
The monster that I was always rumored to be.
The monster that takes, that breaks, that makes anything that crosses its path bleed.
The monster that had lost its humanity.
And the only thing I wanted was to make Amber feel the anguish I felt. Bit by bit. Until it consumed her.
God, I wanted to drag her across the room, rip that tiny gown off her body until she was naked, exposed– bend her over the nightstand, ass in the air, and spank her hard across those fair butt cheeks.
Harder, until they turn bright red, sore, with my fingerprints branded on them. Then make her count after every strike until she loses her voice.
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