His Omega, His Punishment
He entered me again, from behind, slapping my clit with each thrust until I came twice more, sobbing.
By evening, I was a wreck—body bruised, aching, leaking his essence from every rough encounter. He finally collapsed beside me, but his expression remained cold, distant. "Sleep," he muttered. "Tomorrow, more punishment."
As he drifted off, I lay awake, spirit scheming. One day, I'd turn the tables. For now, I bent, body craving his cold brutality despite the hate. The bond twisted us both, a dark dance of ruin and desire. Guilt over Lisa choked me, but so did the fear of losing myself entirely. Outside, the pack whispered—Evelyn plotting alliances, Minho questioning loyalties, Seol offering
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