The Alpha’s Forbidden Mate

chapter 2

A man sat on a black sofa, his body straight and shoulders broad. His black suit jacket was open, revealing a white shirt with a few unfastened buttons. His hair was jet black, a little messy as if he had just brushed it with his own hand. And his eyes blue, sharp, and piercing like a thin winter frost looked straight at me.

I swallowed hard. There was something behind that gaze. Not just anger, but also fatigue, arrogance, and a hint of passion that hadn’t faded.

“Sorry, I......” my voice cracked, I didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve been waiting for an hour,” he cut in coldly. His tone was flat, but it felt like a whip in the air. “And you’ve only arrived now?”

I frowned. “Waiting, what do you mean?”

The man snorted softly, then took a drink from his hand, be it whiskey or something stronger, before he stood up. He was taller than I expected, and every step made me want to back away.

“Don’t pretend to be naive,” he said, approaching with calm but sure steps. “You know what I want tonight, right? Or do I need to remind you of your job?”

My heart leapt to my throat. Job? Only then did I realize where the conversation was headed.

My face warmed, torn between confusion and panic. “Wait, I’m not—”

“Don’t waste my time,” he cut in again, this time in a lower voice, but more dangerous. The alcohol on his breath felt warm as he stopped just a few inches from me.

I stepped back, but my back was already against the wall. “You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know who you are and I’m not the woman you.....”

He laughed, short and sharp. “Of course. All of you say that at first.”

I swallowed hard again. I could smell his masculine perfume. strong, suave, yet suffocating. His gaze never left my face, as if undressing me without touching.

“I… I’m lost. I thought this was the exit,” I said haltingly.

But the man seemed too drunk to hear. He stared at me for a long time, then the corner of his lips curved up, a half-smile that wasn’t entirely human.

“If that’s the case, then let me take you out after I get what I want.”

He moved closer again. His steps were confident, unhesitating, like a predator who just found his prey wandering in its own cage.

“I told you I’m not.....”

My words were cut off as his body leaned in. One hand reached out quickly, pressing against the wall beside my head. The click of his fingers tapping on the wall sounded heavy in the room’s stillness.

“Shut up,” he whispered softly. “You think I’m so stupid as not to recognize a game like this?”

I shook my head, trying to focus on the blurry view. “Really, I’m just at the wrong door. I don’t know what place this is. Please let me go.”

He looked at me for a long moment, as if trying to confirm something, then gulped hard. “You’re making me lose my patience,” he said softly, almost like a groan.

His hands moved quickly, holding my wrists when I tried to push him away. One grip was enough to pin me, and with a swift motion, he threw me onto the sofa.

" no, you’ve got the wrong person. This is a mistake… " I tried to get up, but the man pushed me again. He didn’t give me room to move.

" I really like your little rants full of pretenses. They make me more aroused." he said, grabbing both of my hands and pinning them above my head.

" No, you must realize. I’m not.."

Before I could finish, the man had already claimed my lips like a starving lion. His breath came hard, kissing roughly without any gentleness. I struggled to breathe and wriggled, trying to push him away. But his drunken strength was too much. He kept kissing me, grinding his tongue, letting our saliva mingle. Not enough, one of his hands moved to unbutton my shirt.

" Cheap shirt but it’ll do to show off your sexy curves," he said, pulling his lips from mine long enough to let me catch my breath.

" No, you’ll regret this, you’ve got the wrong person," I said. But he didn’t hear. He kept unbuttoning my shirt and then the bra clasp so that my breasts were clearly exposed to him.

I shook my head, trying to free myself.

" Don’t!" I didn’t have time to refuse; the man had already pressed his lips to my chest, devouring me hungrily like a starving baby.

His hands moved again, pulling my skirt until it fell to the floor.

" No. Don’t do this, sir!" I pleaded.

" Oh, you’re still playing along. It’s fine, I like it. With you like this, I can’t hold back any longer." The man then pulled my naked body toward his and pushed me down as if I were a dog kneeling behind him. I couldn’t resist, my head spinning as I clung to the sofa’s back.

“You look sexy like this,” he said, his hands tracing my back and hips, then without warning he pressed his body against mine. I cried, though not for the first time, I still couldn’t accept it, especially since the man enjoying my body was a complete stranger. He was so cruel, paying no heed to my cries; what I heard were his heavy breaths.

In this position, I could see clearly in a mirror how my body kept being battered roughly. I shook as I realized the man behind me was so handsome and perfect. His naked body showed off his large muscles. But then my sanity returned. “Sir, stop. This is a mistake!” I said. The man didn’t listen. He kept rocking his hips faster. I bit my lip, trying to deny all of this, but somehow his rough treatment made me feel more intoxicated.

" ahhh" I widened my eyes, not realizing a groan had escaped my lips. That groan made the stranger behind me press against me even harder. He kept moving quickly, his hands gripping my hips, making it impossible for me to stop shouting and gasping.

“Keep screaming and moaning, no one will hear it. I like it, I’m getting more aroused,” the man said. I shook my head, trying to deny all of this, but my brain spoke otherwise. My lips followed his words and continued to scream as he struck me to vent his arousal.

Until after a few minutes he suddenly stopped, his hands gripping my breasts hard. He increased the pace until a long moan finally escaped his lips as he slowly released his grip from my body.

My body loosened and fell onto the sofa. I knew the man had just released his desires on me.