Bound to The Billionaire Alpha

Chapter 5 His Obsession

Sheila’s POV

The next morning I sit in lecture pretending to take notes but my hands will not stop shaking.

I can still feel him inside me from yesterday.

My body aches in places I did not even know could ache. My thighs, my lips, the sore spot on my neck where he bit down like he wanted to brand me.

I tell myself it was a mistake. I tell myself it cannot happen again. But the second he walks into the room I know I am lying to myself.

Brendan Carruthers.

Storm grey eyes. That cruel smirk. He moves like the whole world belongs to him.

And he is looking only at me.

My chest tightens. Everyone else in the room is talking, laughing, acting like perfect polished Stanford students, and I sit there with my heart pounding like I am a hunted animal.

His gaze does not leave me for one second.

I try to keep my eyes on the board but I feel him everywhere. His stare presses against my skin like a touch. My legs cross tighter under the desk but it is useless because the memory of last night is already soaking through me.

When the professor dismisses us I grab my books too quickly, almost dropping them. I just want to get out before he can reach me.

But I never had a chance.

A strong hand closes around my wrist and yanks me back. My books tumble to the floor. He does not even look at them. His body is against mine, hard and hot, his breath against my ear.

“You thought you could run from me.”

I swallow hard. “Let me go.”

His grip tightens. His voice is low but sharp enough to cut. “No. You are mine now. You think you can hide but I will drag you back every time.”

I twist but it is useless. He pulls me toward the back of the hall, past the rows of seats, into a small storage room tucked behind the lecture stage. My pulse is a drum.

The door slams.

I am caged.

He pushes me back against the wall, his hands braced on either side of my head. His eyes are burning, hungry, feral.

“You do not get it yet, Sheila. You belong to me.”

My mouth opens to fight back but his lips crush against mine. It is not a kiss. It is a claim. His tongue forces inside, taking everything, leaving me trembling.

I push weakly at his chest but he only growls, deep and primal, and lifts me off the floor like I weigh nothing.

My legs wrap around his waist without me meaning to.

I hate that I want this. I hate that I am melting into him. But the heat between my thighs betrays me, wet and aching.

He grinds against me and I gasp into his mouth. I can feel how hard he is. Thick. Demanding. Ready.

“Say it,” he whispers against my lips. “Say you are mine.”

I shake my head, but he tilts my chin up, his teeth grazing my throat.

“You are mine.”

His hand slips under my shirt, fingers rough against my bare skin, dragging up until he palms my breast. I whimper, my back arching against the wall.

He sucks my n****e through the thin lace of my bra and I bite back a cry.

The ache between my thighs turns unbearable.

He drops me suddenly onto a stack of boxes and tears my legs open. My skirt rides up. His fingers find my soaked panties and shove them aside.

“You are dripping for me in class,” he growls. “Pathetic. You like that everyone could have seen how desperate you are.”

I moan as his fingers slide inside me, two at once, stretching me. My nails claw into the boxes as he pumps them hard and deep, his thumb circling my c**t.

“Brendan please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fu**ck me.”

His smirk is lethal. “That is better.”

He unzips and frees himself. Thick. Veined. Angry red at the tip.

My breath catches because I know what is coming. He lines himself against me and thrusts in one brutal stroke.

I scream into his shoulder as he splits me open.

He bites down on my neck, muffling my cry, and pounds into me with savage rhythm. My whole body shakes, my nails digging into his back, my voice breaking into whimpers and moans.

“Mine,” he growls with every thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

The room smells like sweat and s**. The boxes beneath me rattle with every slam of his hips.

He grips my hair and pulls my head back so he can look at my face while he ruins me.

“You are never walking away from me again. Do you understand? I will f**ck you in every room of this campus until you accept it.”

Tears sting my eyes but they are mixed with pleasure. His c**k hits deep, so deep I feel it in my stomach. My walls clamp down around him and I am lost.

“B…Brendan I am going to c**m.”

“Good girl. Do it on me.”

I break. My body shatters, clenching around him, soaking his c**k. I cry out his name, shaking and gasping.

He groans, hips jerking harder, faster. His teeth scrape my throat.

“I am going to breed you.”

The words slam into me as hard as his thrusts. My mind blanks. My body arches.

He shoves deep, deeper, until there is nowhere left to go. His grip crushes me against him as hot release floods inside me.

I feel every pulse, every thick rope spilling into me raw.

I am too dazed to stop it, too far gone to fight. My body milks him greedily, clenching around every drop.

He stays inside me, panting against my skin, his teeth still at my throat like he might bite again.

“You are mine, Sheila. You will carry me. And nothing will take you away from me.”

His words echo in the tiny room long after the last shiver leaves my body.

And even as shame burns my cheeks, my body answers with the one thing I cannot deny.

I already want more.