The Alpha’s Favorite Sin

One

ANASTASIA


“Suck my c**k like a good little virgin, Isla. Show me how bad you want that two million.”


I drop to my knees on the thick carpet of the luxury suite, heart hammering like crazy. The black lace mask hides most of my face, but it does nothing to hide how nervous and soaked I am. This is my first time. Ever. And the Alpha King stares down at me like he’s about to completely ruin me for anyone else.


Dominic grips my hair tight and guides his thick, heavy c**k to my lips. “Open that pretty mouth. Wider.”


I obey, stretching my lips around his huge d**k. He’s so big I can barely take half of him. I gag and drool instantly as he pushes deeper down my throat.


“f**k yeah… just like that,” he growls, hips flexing. “First time sucking c**k and you’re already doing it so well. Relax your throat, baby. Let your Alpha use it.”


Tears prick my eyes behind the mask, but my p***y drips down my thighs. I moan around his c**k, trying my best to take more. He f***s my mouth with slow, deep strokes, groaning every time I choke on him.


After a few minutes he pulls out, yanks me up like I weigh nothing, and tosses me onto the massive bed.


“On your back. Legs up. Now.”


I scramble to obey. He grabs the back of my thighs and folds me in half, shoving my knees almost beside my head. The position leaves me completely exposed and helpless. He lines up his massive c**k and slams into me in one brutal thrust.


“Fuuuck!” I scream, my back arching hard. The stretch burns so good my toes curl.


“s**t, you’re tight as hell,” he snarls, eyes dark with raw lust. “Virgin p***y gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go. That’s it, take every f*****g inch.”


He doesn’t go slow. He starts pounding me hard, hips slamming against my ass, his heavy balls slapping my skin with every vicious thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of him destroying my p***y fill the room.


“Alpha… oh my god,” I whimper, my voice shaking.


“Yeah? You feel that?” he growls, leaning down so his chest presses against my folded body. “This tight little cunt is getting wrecked by your Alpha. Gonna pump you so full of c*m you’ll be leaking my heirs for days.”


He f***s me even harder, hands locked under my legs, pinning me down while he drills deep. Every brutal stroke hits spots I didn’t even know existed. I’m moaning and crying from the overwhelming pleasure, my virgin body shaking uncontrollably around him.


“You’re doing so good, baby,” he rasps, sweat dripping down his chest. “Taking this big d**k like you were made for it. Squeeze me, yeah, just like that. Good f*****g girl.”


I come so hard my vision goes blurry, my p***y spasming wildly around his thick c**k. Dominic doesn’t stop. He keeps railing me through it, growling dirty praises until he buries himself deep and explodes.


“Take it. Take every drop,” he groans as hot, thick ropes of c*m flood my womb.


He stays buried inside me, grinding slow and deep, making sure every drop stays where it belongs.


“You’re going to make heirs for me now,” he mutters, still twitching inside my wrecked p***y.


Three weeks later


I’m going to die in this room.


The thought hits me between contractions, sharp as hell. Something’s wrong. The doctor won’t meet my eyes. Councilwoman Vivienne keeps checking her watch like she has somewhere better to be.


Another contraction tears through me and I grip the metal bed rail so hard I’m probably leaving dents.


“Breathe,” the doctor says, not even looking at me.


*Go f**k yourself.*


I’m nineteen, alone, and about to push out the Alpha’s babies after he f****d me senseless and left me dripping with his c*m. Two million dollars. That was the deal.


He had no idea who I really was behind that mask. And I still couldn’t stop thinking about how good he felt wrecking me.


Now these cold bastards are treating me like a used-up breeder, and I’m not so sure I’m making it out of here alive.


"Push," the doctor commands, still not looking at me.


The pain feels like being split open from the inside out.


"I see the head," the nurse comments. "Almost there."


One more push, and suddenly there's a release and a sound.


A baby crying.


My baby.


No. Not mine. Never mind. The Alpha King's baby. I'm just the breeder they rented.


"It's a boy," the doctor announces, holding up a tiny screaming thing. "And he looks healthy."


I crane my neck trying to see him, just a glimpse, but they're already walking him across the room, away from me.


"Wait, can I…"


"Another contraction," the doctor interrupts. "There's a second one."


I freeze, pain forgotten for a second. "A what?"


"Twins. Didn't they tell you during the ultrasound?"


"No, they absolutely did not tell me…" The contraction slams into me and cuts off whatever else I was about to say.


Twins. I've been carrying twins this whole time, and these assholes never mentioned it.


I push again because what choice do I have, and the second baby comes faster, another cry filling the cold room.


"Another boy," the doctor remarks.

"Identical."


Two. I had two of them inside me for nine months.


"Can I hold them?" My voice comes out shakier than I want. "Just for a minute. I just want to see…"


"No contact allowed, unfortunately." The nurse doesn't even pause in her cleaning. "Council's orders."


"I know what the contract says, but I just grew two entire humans. I think I've earned…"
"No. Contact." She says it slower this time, like I'm stupid.


A sudden fit of rage burns hot in my chest. "You know what? Screw you. Screw all of you. I want my money. Right now. Two million. No, four million. I carried twins. That wasn't in the original contract, so the price just doubled."


The doctor finally looks at me. "That's not how this works."


"Yeah? Watch me get a lawyer."


"You signed an NDA. You can't tell anyone about this arrangement."


"Then I guess you better pay me what you owe me." I'm sitting up now, ignoring the pain screaming through my body. "Four million. Cash. Today. Or I walk straight to the nearest newspaper and…"


The door opens.


Councilman Garrett walks in first, followed by Vivienne and Marcus. The same three who interviewed me nine months ago. And right behind them, two guards in black uniforms. Armed.


My stomach drops.


Garrett's wearing an expensive suit and a smile that makes my skin crawl. "Well, well, this is good news. Two healthy boys. His Majesty will be pleased."


The doctor immediately stands. "Councilman. We've completed the delivery. Both infants are healthy. The breeder is recovering."


"Excellent work." Garrett nods at him. "You and your staff are dismissed. We'll handle things from here."


The doctor doesn't even hesitate. He and the nurse gather their equipment and walk out like I'm not even here.


The door closes behind them.


Now it's just me, the council members, the guards, and two newborn babies crying in their bassinets across the room.