Luna For Seven Days

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Ember’s POV

How stupid I was to get wet just by the words from his lips. The way he stared at me like a hungry cougar, his thumb brushed my lips, and a sinister smile spread across his lips.

I unbuttoned his shirt, and his tattooed chest was laid bare. As much as I hate tattoos, I loved what I saw.

How hot he looked…his broad chest and muscular shoulders exposed as I slowly pulled down his shirt from his body….but he took it from me, more like he didn't want me touching his property.

Before I could digest what I was thinking, his palm gripped my neck and he pulled me closer to himself, body against body, my breath harsh and fast.

What he did next was shocking but expectedly, for he had mentioned tasting my lips last night.

He savored and bit my lips hard I almost screamed, but the taste of his saliva kept me going.

His exhaled air was hot against my cheek, his right arm pressed my waist closer to his erect shaft that poked me.

I wanted to end it…to pull off, but at the same time craved it more and more. My body needed more than that, my wolf chuffed at the feeling rising in me.

But he broke up the kiss and flung me backwards like I was a punching bag.

The next thing he did was one thing I didn't expect. He raised my arms above my head and had my lips and arms tied in a row with his shirt.

It hurt….I hated it. Not just the imbalance, but my muscles ached.

There was no way to scream at him. I tried to shove my hand, but it seemed I was worsening the pain I felt. I grimaced, trying to turn around, but he pinned me at that point with just his strength.

My heart raced. What the heck was that for? I thought he wanted to do romance like last night…but this….

He spanked my ass…so hard I felt it would burst. As if that wasn't enough, he pushed me forward, towards the sink and forced my waist to bend.

“You didn't see that coming right?” he said and I could sense mockery in his voice. “Tell me how I would do romance with the daughter of the woman who took my father's life? Like seriously? Do you know how I hated my recklessness last night?”

So this was it. He intentionally did this…to make me wet for him, then use my feelings to sate his hatred towards me.

“b***h, you aren't tasting that romantic part, when the other innocent submissives didn't. You forgot my promise? I can't wait to have your mother shed blood before my eyes….”

He spanked my ass again, this time harder than the previous. The pain ran through my veins until all I could taste in my mouth was bitterness.

“How silly you are.” he dipped his claws into flesh. “Let's say, last night was the best night of your life, because I can't count how many ladies want such a night with me.” His voice rang out, calm, but dangerous.

I hated that I couldn't even move. This was actually what he wanted from his submissives, but I think this was much to start with.

If he needed to hear my moans, he wouldn't have tied up my lips.

I felt his finger trailing between my thighs, his other palm squeezing my flesh like it was a piece of meat.

Shivers ran down my belly. A forbidden feeling that wasn't supposed to awaken took hold of me.

My arms ached above my head, sweat dropping from my face, yet my body was yearning for his touch….such a nuisance!

“So f*****g wet. I love that…” Then he pulled back his finger.

I knew it wouldn't end there, but I didn't expect him to be so straight.

At least, I recall being fingerfucked last night. Didn't he eat up my juices with his tongue? Was it a ghost who did all that?

I forgot…that was romance, right? This dude was actually punishing me, if not why would he go straight to the point?

So, if I hadn't gotten wet by his dirty talk, he wouldn't care how dry I was and the need to be in the mood?

Oh goddess! What did I expect from a man who hired me as his submissive? From what I know, submissives are meant to get into the mood along the way.

A scream tore through my throat but the sound bounced back at me.

He thrust into me forcefully like I was a doll.

It hurt so bad. I struggled to pull away but it was a hell joke.

My lower body leaned on the sink, his palms gripped my waist from behind, and his member slid in and out like he was in a marathon.

He pushed in harder…so deep as if he was in search of something in me.

I could yell that the whole person in the building would hear me if my lips weren't concealed. Cold shivers ran down my body. Goosebumps covered my flesh as he penetrated his way into my honeypot.

My body slipped from the hot sweat.

A part of me was getting attached to his hard thrust, but it still ached me.

He pulled outta me after several seconds and dragged me up, yanked me by my hair and pressed my body against the wall, facing him.

My eyes could be red because I felt so hot. Sweat dripped down my body from my face.

“How does it feel getting f****d so hard you want to run mad?”

My eyes narrowed. Anger flooded in me.

I didn't need to ask why he was doing that when he had told me. But, was I my mother who committed the crime? What if my mother were innocent?

He nibbled his bottom lip and closed the distance between us. It stunned me that even my p***y wasn't hurting like I thought, and my shameless n****e was erect as if seeking to be sucked.

“If you know how I despise you….” his palms cupped my full succulent breast. “....you would escape. But, can you hide from me?”

My teeth gnashed. This wasn't the time to get mad at someone who could bury me alive.

“I will make you curse the day you submitted that application to my company.” His expression turned instantly cold, his jaw sharp and clenched.

I took a deep swallow, feeling his fingers on my n****e….and then hot blood rushed over my body as he pinched it. I couldn't tell if it hurt…

Oh f**k! I hated what I felt…

Was it the matebond? It could be better if we reject each other. I can't be feeling this way for someone who hates me.

He leaned closer and pinned his lips on mine…and the next was a bite, so hurtful. He took it all back and had my right n****e in his mouth.

A dirty sensation overwhelmed me. His lips sent flickers of pleasure down my veins.

I gulped harder, my heart racing out than I could control.

He sucked on my n****e…more like a bite, but damn, I loved that feeling…I didn't want him to let go of it.

My breath caught as he took in the left n****e, hard and pink. He sucked hard and hungrily, his palms fondling my full breasts.

Hot saliva formed in my mouth. I gasped beneath the fabric used to tie my lips, my dampness leaking down my thighs.

My c**t….that wench throbbed as if she had the right to. I f*****g wanted him down there, to suck sense into my f*****g brain, regardless of whether he hated me or not.

I would swear that I didn't care what I was to him…all I needed was to get f****d so hard I would rip his shirt away from my hands and mouth.

He pulled his hand down my pelvis, and the next I felt was a slap on my p***y. He had me part my legs as if giving way for him….his finger ran through my labia down my c**t and I shuddered.

I wanted to scream it all out, to moan hard and loud until he shuts me up with his lips.

He caught my c**t like the wanted criminal, his middle finger pressing the throbbing betrayer I had.

My lower abdomen clenched and released immediately.

He flicked my c**t like he studied what I craved for, and the next thing I wished was his finger into me…to make me tremble under him.

But he pulled away…

I watched him lick his fingers, a devilish smile parted his lips.

I shook my head, my face dropped in desperation.

He dashed closer again and carefully loosened his shirt.

My legs gave out and I almost slumped to the floor, only for me to watch his retreating figure out of the bathroom.