The Alpha’s Slave

BRIANNA’S POV

Sebastian carried me in his arms against my wish to my room like a programmed robot. I tried beating him off but he won’t budge or even listen to my pleas. I know it’s been a month. I know Catherine has been buried even though he didn’t attend the funeral for reasons I still didn’t know about. But I feel I still need more time.

For some reason, I was…scared. Scared I won’t be able to return the love he wanted to show me. Scared I won’t live up to expectations. Scared that my past life might just pop up like a virus and infect what we were going to share. Scared the gap between us was too wide. Scared…I wasn’t good enough for him.

But I didn’t know how to tell him all that. I didn’t want to tell him at all. No doubt he’ll get pissed and feel like I’m pushing him away despite all his efforts. The last thing I want is to push him away again and lose him. I’d be crazy if I lost him. I’ll lose my sense of living if I give him up. He is the rarest of gems, and I wasn’t ready to lose him at all cost.

He managed to open the door to my room while still carrying me and kicked it shut.

“Sebastian…” I called him as he gently lowered and cradled me down on the bed.

“Sebastian please let’s….”

“Shhh…” he leaned in and shushed me, placing his index finger on my pair of lips, his eyes photographing my face and leaving me frozen in spot. “We’ve come this far. There is no changing this. There is no denying it and there is certainly no going back now.”

He rose and the next thing I knew, he began taking off every piece of clothing he had on, maintaining his intense gaze on mine.

My heart ached under my breast and my breath caught in my throat on seeing the glorious form of his nakedness. His body was like a work of art, sculptured to perfection. Every inch and breadth of him was well-proportioned, lined and rippling with endless waves of taut, toned muscles.

I scanned him critically as my gaze settled on his lower. I gulped a mouthful, something intense flaring through me.

He crawled stealthily into the bed, approaching me. My breath flinched and I moved back a bit. I wanted to get off the bed, but something kept me pinned there. I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t ready. That I didn’t want this yet, but a part of me screamed it wanted it now! Wanted him, every inch of him, all of him and more. And that part was a very big part of me.

“Please don’t stop me,” he whispered as his lips settled at the creamy expanse of my neck, his warm breath fanning against it and sending a tingling sensation racing down my spine. “Please don’t say no.”

The wet trails of his lips smoothly glided to my shoulder, the hollow of my collar bone, the scruff of my neck up to my earlobe and back of my ear, nibbling, pampering and ravishing them with kisses.

I closed my eyes and revelled in the feel of his lips on my tender skin, realizing I wanted this as much as he did. Realizing I was powerless to resist him. Realizing I wanted more as waves of passion flooded my nerves.

The thing between my legs suddenly felt full as blood rapidly rushed into it. My thighs brushed against each other as I squirmed in my panties, already glistening with wetness.

“Sebastian…” I muttered with a desperate voice, my breath erratic and raspy.

He knelt before me, his leg on either side of me as his large hand took my face and lifted it. He swooped down and blessed me with a kiss that left me more breathless. It felt like sweet torture as he forced my lips open with his thrusting tongue, devouring and tearing me apart.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

My arms encircled him, languidly moving around the small of his dimpled narrow waist and firm butt cheeks. I held him close, feeling his hardened rod probing against my chest. I returned the sweet gesture he was giving me with everything in me. His nearness was so warm, so masculine, so intoxicating, so bracing I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to bury myself inside him.

He kissed and continued kissing me until my lips got tired of kissing. Until they burned and smouldered under his. Bracketing my face with both his hands, he pressed his lips on my forehead long enough to leave a wet imprint and brushed a gentler one on the tip of my nose.

He pulled away slightly and looked at me as if bearing something in mind, his gaze as soft as a caress. As light as a whisper.

“Should I?” He asked carefully.

My breath was so laboured I couldn’t speak so I managed a desperate nod, my gaze pleading on his. I didn’t know why he was asking that. What he wanted to do but I didn’t mind. He was right when he said there was no denying this. For tonight I’m his. All his. I’m at his mercy, his command. Tonight, I’m his puppet. He is my puppeteer so he can do with me whatever he wants.

He began taking off my gown. I helped him. He found it a bit hard to take off my bra so I did that myself. When he reached my panties, he looked up at me as if asking for permission with his eyes. I nodded, giving him the go-ahead order.

My breath quickened, my chest heaving like I ran a marathon as I watched him sensually slide the only piece covering my nakedness off my legs.

He watched me for a moment, admiring my body, taking in my features, his eyes lighting with a gleam. I gulped harder this time, feeling so nervous, and vulnerable. So innocent. So pure I could melt.

He crawled back to my face and kissed me a little more before his lips travelled to my neck. He sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck as if to drink from me, his bites tingling enough to leave hickeys. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head, feeling the silky softness of his hair, ruffling it out of shape as I sucked in a deep breath, my entire body filled with longing. Needing more of him.

He worked the magic of his lips down my breasts and closed my erect marble hard nipple with his mouth, sucking gently while his hand caressed my other nipple. Shock waves rippled through me as I threw my head back, falling flat on the bed.

I cried out in ecstasy, biting hard on my lower lip to hold back a moan that threatened to escape as he ravaged underneath my breasts. He screeched his wet pair of lips down my belly button and nibbled at it before trailing down my lower which was swollen and glistening with so much desperation.

At this rate, my breath was stammering, my mind swirling out of control and my legs squirming restlessly as I tried to keep it in place.

He noticed my reaction which prompted him to rise and crawl back like a prowling panther to my face.

“I’m going in,” he said like I was so brittle he feared I might break. “Should I? Can you handle it?”

“Yeah…” I managed a voice, jerking my knees and relaxing back as I was ready to welcome him inside me.

But then the strangest thing happened. The moment the tip of manhood nudged my swollen entrance, I saw him. I saw Hermes. I saw his devilish face smirking at me. I saw his sandy brown eyes that smouldered with everything I hated in a person.

I didn’t know if this was real or if my mind was playing tricks on me. But the image was clear and crystal before me.

“No…. this can’t be happening…this can’t be true,” I shook my head as I raised it, trying to get rid of that thought. Of Hermes.

Tears blinded my eyes and choked my voice as everything he had done to me stormed my mind. How he had raped me countless times and made me feel some much pain down there. How he had punished and violated my body…how he made me watch as he killed his guard…the doctor.

Sebastian couldn’t understand what was happening. Immediately, he slid out of me, alarmed and concerned.

“Brianna what’s that…?” He asked as intense shock, confusion, disappointment and fear scarred his features. “What’s the problem? Did I do something wrong?… Please I’m sorry…”

“I can’t do this…no… I can’t…”My breath fluttered uncontrollably as I couldn’t hold back the painful feelings and memories flooding me.

He wanted to come close and comfort me. Find out what the problem was but I hastily rose from the bed and stormed towards the balcony.