Alpha’s Regret: Ruined and Reclaimed

Secret Pleasures

Mona’s POV:

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

My jaw dropped the moment my eyes landed on him. He was pulling off his last piece of clothing—his shorts—and the instant they fell, his d**k sprang free, putting everything on full display.

I was in shock. Did he not know I was in the room directly opposite his? Why would he just—

But damn. The sight of him was insane.

The way his muscles flexed as he walked into the shower made my thighs clench. With his back to my window, he turned on the water and lifted his hands to wash his hair. The water cascaded down his body, and his back muscles rippled with every movement.

Shit.

My eyes traveled from his upper back down to the muscles that tapered at his waistline. And just like that, the memory of him f*****g me last night came rushing back. The way that waist moved while he was on top of me. My p***y throbbed.

Oh, dear Moon Goddess. I couldn't take it.

Yes, I was mad. Mad at how he had dismissed what happened between us like it meant nothing. But I wanted him. I wanted those big hands—the same ones now running through his hair—to pin me down and flip me over.

Should I go to him? Say f**k it and—

Oh, hell no.

There was no way I was surrendering that easily. I was going to make him regret everything he said. I swore it. This wasn't going to break me. Goddess forbid it.

I snatched my curtains shut as fast as I could before I did something stupid.

Out of sight. Out of mind. Right?

I needed to bathe. Freshen up. Wash away all thoughts of him.

I slowly pulled off the shiny black dress, and it pooled to the floor the moment I unhooked the corset. But as I slipped out of my inner garments, the image of Sebastian undressing me crept back in. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I tried so hard to make the thoughts stop but it felt like the thoughts were haunting me.

By the time I was fully bare, I just stood in the middle of the room, lost in thought. My p***y clenching tighter, throbbing with the memory. I swore I could almost smell him in my room.

“Ughhh.” I whispered to myself, as I dragged a hand down my face in frustration.

*What are you doing, Mona?*

But honestly, this wasn't my fault. Far from it.

It wasn't my fault that for the first time in six years, a man finally made me feel like a woman again. Touched me in places I didn't even know could come alive. It wasn't my fault that the same man who told me to stay away from him was now bathing naked directly across from my room.

Just then, something clicked.

I didn't need to go to him. I didn't need to surrender. I knew exactly how to soothe this want, this craving.

In that moment, I convinced myself to do something. Something I hadn't done in years.

I walked to where the candles were dimly lit at the side of the room and blew out the flames. I uprooted one of the large candles from its holder and carried it to my bed.

The moment I lay down, I spread my legs apart and closed my eyes. I slowly thrust the unlit end of the candle into my cunt and—

Fuck. The warmness of the candle..

I spread my legs wider and thrust deeper, my other hand gripping the sheets. The feeling of the warm candle inside me was... amazing. It had been long since I had done this that I had forgotten how good this used to feel.

My eyes stayed closed, Sebastian on top of me in my mind, as I thrust deeper and deeper. I remembered the way he grunted in my ear, and that turned me on even more, making my cunt throb harder with each movement.

The faster I thrust the warm candle, the louder his grunts became in my head. My other hand fisted the sheets until my knuckles went white.

I pulled the candle out and changed position, going on all fours and arching my back—the exact position Sebastian had me in. I brought the candle, already dripping with my arousal, around to my back and thrust it into my cunt from behind.

Oh.

Oh, f**k. It felt good. Too good.

I kept thrusting harder, faster, my eyes rolling back as I did. I was close, so close to my climax. But something was missing.

I needed to actually see him. My imagination alone wasn't getting me there. And I needed to release all my frustrations.

I needed to do it now.

I pulled the candle out and walked to the window, my arousal already dripping down my legs. I slowly pulled the curtain aside until I had a clear view.

There he was.

He was stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rail to dry himself. As I watched, my cunt practically screamed.

He was no longer facing away. His side view was now visible through the window, and that was enough. I could see his large c**k.

And when I say large, I mean large.

Sebastian was huge.

With one hand holding the curtain aside, I lifted my leg onto the wooden frame of my bed to spread myself open. Once I was balanced, I thrust the candle back in.

My eyes stayed fixed on him. My teeth sinking so hard into my lower lip in want, I could almost taste the tang of blood . I thrust harder, faster, watching him dry himself like he had all the time in the world.

And before I knew it—

"Ughhh, f**k!" I moaned loud, into the quiet night as my cunt clenched around the candle as the wave crested, every muscle locking tight for one suspended, breathless second before the release crashed through me. My thighs trembled. My toes curled against the floor.

A shudder racked through from my core outward, leaving me gasping.

Dripping.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep, shaking breath.

Damn. That felt good.

But the moment I opened my eyes, Sebastian's head had turned toward my window.

He heard me.

He saw me.

Legs spread. Naked. Candle still in my hand.