Bound to The Billionaire Alpha

Chapter 6 Pulled Deeper

Sheila’s POV

I storm out of the classroom, my heart pounding so hard it feels like everyone can hear it.

Brendan’s voice is still echoing in my ears, deep and taunting, the way he leaned close making my whole body betray me.

I tell myself I hate him. I tell myself I won’t let him get under my skin again.

But then I feel it.

A hand wraps firmly around my wrist, yanking me into the shadowed hallway.

It’s him.

“Let me go,” I snap, trying to twist out of his grip, but he doesn’t even flinch. His eyes burn into mine, wild and dangerous, the same eyes that once laughed when I cried in high school.

Only now… they’re darker, hungrier, impossible to resist.

“Still pretending you don’t feel it?” he murmurs, his breath brushing my cheek, hot and smug.

“I don’t feel anything,” I lie, my voice shaking, betraying me.

His mouth curves into that arrogant smirk. The one I used to despise. The one that makes my stomach clench even now.

“You’ve been mine since the first time I made you blush in the hallway back then. And you know it.”

I freeze, heat flooding my face. He remembers.

And worse—he’s right.

His grip loosens only to slide up my arm, across my shoulder, until his hand cups the side of my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me there, making it impossible to look away.

“Say you hate me again,” he whispers, leaning closer, his lips brushing my ear. “Say it while you’re shaking for me.”

My lips part, but no sound comes out. My knees feel weak, my pulse racing under his palm.

The hallway is empty, silent, the world shrinking to just his body towering over mine, the scent of him flooding my senses.

He dips his head, lips grazing my skin. “You’ll break before I do, Sheila.”

And then his mouth claims mine.

It’s not gentle, not sweet—it’s demanding.

My back hits the wall, his body pressing into mine, every inch of him hard, unyielding, determined to make me respond.

And I do.

Despite myself, I kiss him back—hard, hungry, desperate. Like I’ve been waiting years for this moment and didn’t even know it.

His tongue invades, hot and relentless, tangling with mine, tasting me like he’s starving.

My fingers clutch at his shirt, dragging him closer, needing something to hold on to as the world spins.

He groans into my mouth, a rough, primal sound, grinding his hardness against my stomach until I can feel the heavy length of him.

“Brendan,” I gasp, breaking the kiss for just a second.

“Say my name again,” he growls, biting my lip before sucking it into his mouth, his eyes blazing.

I shiver, heat rushing between my thighs, wetness pooling faster than I can handle.

His hand slides down my side, gripping my hip, then lower, under my skirt.

I gasp, trembling, but his smirk tells me he feels it—how badly I want him.

“You’re soaked already, aren’t you?” he whispers, fingers teasing the edge of my panties. “So f*****g wet for me.”

I can’t answer. I can barely breathe.

His fingers slip inside before I can protest, brushing my drenched heat.

I bite down on my lip, trying to keep quiet, but his eyes darken when he feels just how ready I am.

“f**k, Sheila,” he groans against my mouth. “Dripping for me in the goddamn hallway. You need me that bad.”

My knees buckle, but his arm catches me, holding me against the wall as his fingers circle and press, slipping inside me, stretching me open.

“Please,” I whisper, broken and needy, my body shaking.

“Please what?” he taunts, curling his fingers until I arch off the wall.

“I… I want—”

The words choke off as his fingers thrust harder, hitting that spot that makes me see stars.

“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear. “Made for me. Always were.”

My body clenches, heat spiralling, but footsteps echo down the hall.

Brendan pulls his hand out, eyes flashing, and grabs my wrist.

I’m ruined already, trembling, desperate for more, but he drags me down the hall, shoving open the door of an empty classroom and pulling me inside.

The door slams.

He pins me against it, chest heaving, eyes feral.

“You thought I’d stop?” he rasps, brushing his lips across mine. “No, Sheila. I’ve barely started.”

His mouth devours mine again, rougher, hungrier. His hand slides under my skirt, yanking my panties aside.

He lifts me suddenly, my legs wrapping around his waist as his hardness grinds against me through his jeans.

“Tell me to stop,” he dares, teeth grazing my throat. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

But I can’t.

I don’t.

My silence is all the permission he needs.

His zipper opens, jeans shoved down, and when he frees himself, I gasp. Thick. Hard. Leaking.

He presses against my soaked entrance, teasing, just barely sliding along me.

“You’re going to take me,” he murmurs, forehead against mine, voice raw. “Every inch. Right now.”

Then he thrusts inside in one deep, brutal stroke.

I cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me, stretching me so wide I can barely breathe.

“f**k, Sheila,” he groans. “So tight. So perfect. You feel like you were made to take me.”

He doesn’t give me time to adjust. His hips slam into mine, fast, relentless, each thrust making me cry out louder.

My body burns, heat coiling, every nerve lit up as he pounds into me.

“Harder,” I gasp before I can stop myself.

His lips twist into a wicked smile. “Say it again.”

“Harder,” I moan, clinging to him.

He slams deeper, his c**k hitting places that make me shudder.

“f**k, yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop… f**k me deeper.”

“God, you’re perfect,” he growls, biting my throat, sucking hard until I know I’ll wear his mark. “c*m for me, Sheila. c*m on my cock.”

And I do. My body breaks, clenching around him, my orgasm crashing so hard I scream into his shoulder.

But he doesn’t stop.

He pounds through it, f*****g me harder, chasing his own release.

“You can take it again,” he grits out, kissing me roughly. “Give me another one. c*m for me again.”

His hand slides between us, his thumb circling my c**t in ruthless rhythm as he drives into me.

I writhe against the wall, body helpless, and within moments another orgasm rips through me, shaking me to pieces.

My cries echo in the empty room, his name spilling from my lips over and over.

“Beautiful,” he groans. “So f*****g beautiful when you break for me. I’ll never get enough of this.”

He slams deeper, groaning, his thrusts frantic now. “You’ll take everything I give you. Every drop.”

The words undo me. My body convulses, clenching around him as another wave tears through me, leaving me shaking, crying his name.

And then he loses control.

With a guttural growl, he buries himself to the hilt, pulsing hot release deep inside me, filling me until I can feel it spilling out.

He stays there, forehead pressed to mine, breathing ragged, whispering praise between his groans.

“Perfect… made for me… mine, always mine.”

I’m trembling, wrecked, my body spent from wave after wave, but he kisses me slowly this time, soft and claiming.

When he finally pulls back, his smirk is pure victory.

“You’re mine, Sheila. Every part of you. Don’t forget it.”

I can’t move.

I can barely breathe.

All I know is he’s right.

And that terrifies me more than anything.