HER MATE'S CRUEL VENGEANCE

Kill me

The room grew stiflingly hot within minutes, heavy and irritating with the pull of the mate bond neither of us wanted.

Ten years had twisted everything. I loathed the monster standing before me, and he despised me with every breath. Yet my wolf didn’t care, she whined and clawed inside my chest, desperate for the male who had returned only to destroy everything I loved.

Darren’s hand snapped around my waist, yanking me back flush against his chest. His other hand slid down without hesitation, fingers brushing the slick, traitorous heat between my thighs. My s*x clenched greedily, already aching to be filled by the very man who wanted me ruined.

He jerked my body harder against him and a broken moan slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

“Tell me this isn’t for me,” he demanded, voice flat and icy as his fingers dragged slowly through my wetness, as if testing a traitor’s weakness. “You’re f*****g soaked. You’d let me f**k you raw right now, wouldn’t you? Your pathetic wolf is ready to submit to the man who’s going to slaughter your pack and burn your legacy to ash. Tell me I’m wrong, princess.”

I heard his words but I stayed silent, breathing ragged.

When I didn’t answer fast enough, a vicious growl tore from his chest deep, menacing, vibrating against my back. “Answer me. Now.”

“She… she has a split personality on her best days,” I whispered huskily, hating how my hips rocked against his fingers despite myself.

Darren gave a short, humorless snort. “She knows exactly who she belongs to.” Without mercy, he pushed one thick finger deep inside me. My walls tightened instantly around the intrusion, greedy and traitorous. A deep throb of unwanted pleasure coiled in my belly as he pumped once, twice, slowly. He pulled out abruptly and lifted the glistening digit to his mouth, sucking it clean with cold detachment. The obscene sound echoed in the quiet room and I shuddered violently against him.

“You’re not marked,” he stated flatly, releasing my throat and stepping back as if disgusted by the contact. The sudden loss of his body heat left me cold and aching. “I heard you ran straight to another male after rejecting me. So why is your skin still bare? Why doesn’t his mark decorate that pretty neck?” His voice now came from across the room, cold and demanding.

Without replying him. I watched him as he lounged in the chair like a king on a stolen throne, legs spread wide, eyes full of anger and hatred. The dark tattoos crawling up his arms and neck only made him look more dangerous and merciless , nothing left of the boy I once loved. This was a monster I had helped create.

He lifted one finger and crooked it. “Come here.”

I leaned back against the dresser instead, refusing to close the distance. If I obeyed, I wouldn’t leave this room a virgin. His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Come. Here,” he repeated, tone dropping to a lethal rumble.

When I still didn’t move immediately, another deep, menacing growl tore from him, filling the room with raw threat. “Don’t test me, brat.”

With nothing to do, I swallowed hard and walked toward him, stopping just out of reach. In a blur of motion he sat forward, hands clamping onto my hips with bruising force. He yanked me forward so roughly I toppled against his chest. Before I could steady myself, he forced my legs apart, making me straddle his lap. My bare p***y pressed directly against the thick, hard ridge of his c**k straining beneath his pants.

Shit. I was seriously going to lose my virginity before I know it.

His mouth latched onto my n****e without warning, tongue swiping over the tight bud before his teeth bit down sharply. I gasped, a whimper escaping as sharp pleasure-pain shot through me. His fingers dug bruisingly into my hips, grinding me down harder against his erection.

“Did you miss me, princess?” he asked against my skin, voice cold. “I spent ten years thinking of nothing but you. Picturing every way I would make you pay for banishing me. For destroying us.” He nipped harder, drawing another unwilling sound from my lips. “Tell me I’m not your mate. Tell me you don’t feel this bond tearing you apart right now the same way it does me.”

I shook my head weakly, tears of frustration and unwanted need burning in my eyes.

Darren sat up suddenly, forcing my chest flush against his. One large hand gripped the back of my neck in a controlling grip while the other stayed clamped on my hip then he crushed his mouth to mine in a brutal and punishing kiss. There was no tenderness, only dominance and barely restrained fury. His tongue invaded, claiming and devouring. A hungry growl rose unbidden from my chest as my body rocked shamelessly against him, hips grinding for friction. The thick scent of my arousal flooded the room, clashing with his darker, angrier scent.

He broke the kiss only long enough to lift me effortlessly, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He dropped me onto the mattress and followed me down, looming over me like a shadow. His gaze dragged slowly between my spread thighs, taking in the glistening evidence of my body’s betrayal. His eyes looked at my spread wet cunt for some good time then suddenly a derisive snort left him.

“You are exactly what your father always said you were, Lyra. A needy, willing w***e who would spread her legs for anyone willing to f**k and plunder that greedy little cunt even your worst enemy.”

The cruel words landed like blows. Shame and fury burned through me even as fresh tears pricked my eyes. I had never been with anyone. I was still untouched. Yet he reduced me to nothing but a dripping, desperate slut.

“Cover yourself,” he ordered flatly, already pulling away. “Stop acting like some easy p***y begging to be used.”

Hands shaking with barely contained fury, I snatched the sheet and wrapped it around my naked body. I stumbled to the dresser, yanking on black panties, tight shorts that hugged my curves, and a thin tank top. My hands trembled with the effort not to scream at him.

Darren watched me dress with flat, hateful eyes. “When we leave this room, I suggest you don’t fight me. If you do, I’ll tie you to that bed, f**k every hole then leave you dripping and ruined until I feel like using you again.” He stood, towering over me.

“I’m going to murder your remaining survivors the same way I killed your father. And if you beg prettily enough on your knees, I might let them live as my slaves and you will pay with your cunt for saving them".

“You going to kill them?,” I uttered thickly, voice raw as I stared at the stranger wearing Darren’s face. He was no longer the person, I onced loved and rejected because of my father's order.

“Kill me if that's what feeds your revenge. It's me who rejected you not them". I spoke.

Darren’s lips curled into a cold, hateful smile after my words. He stepped close and his fingers wrapped around my throat once more, not squeezing, just holding me in place like property. “I won’t kill you” His thumb brushed my lower lip with mocking gentleness. "I want your cunt to experience the pure revenge I have towards you. I’m going to ruin every hole of you that every time you come around my c**k, you’ll remember who destroyed your world.”

His words left me speechless. Before I could even collect myself together, he released me abruptly and turned toward the door. “Get moving. Your pack is waiting to see what their spoiled princess looks like when she’s been conquered.”