“Present your p***y to me, fallen star.”
Celeste was more than tongue-tied from Syzar’s demand; no one had ever demeaned her this way or stripped her of any form of self-respect or dignity like the alpha did.
And that nickname “fallen star irked her like no other, there was a time he said she reminded him of a star flower, but now she wasn’t worth anything to him, it hurt.
“Now, slave.” His voice jogs her thoughts back as his stare cold and menacing.
He knew where to hit, he knew what hurt, and he knew what would deliver the finishing blow and break her down as nothing but his bed slut.
And with the look in his eyes, she knew there was no room to beg as she stood up with weak legs that felt like jelly, biting her lips to retain her whimpers.
But in that motion, she immediately tast
