His Forbidden Temptation

Scarlett’s POV Red room. A haven of temptation. Cloaked in shades of crimson so deep they seemed to bleed desire Heavy red velvet drapes framed the walls. The dim glow of a crystal chandelier spilled down like liquid gold. At the center, a majestic bed stood, whispering elegance and sin. On the far wall, a gilded mirror stretched nearly floor to ceiling, reflecting two figures mingling in tantalizing heat. Everything was whispering one thing to me. Surrender. And so I did. You must be wondering who I am? Tonight, I am trying not to remember who I am. Tonight, I am just a naive virgin who entered the Alpha’s ball disguised as a noble princess, when I am just a pitiful Cinderella, just to have a taste of disobedience and sin. Tonight, I am a sinner. Why did nobody tell me that being a sinner is so pleasurable`? A moan escaped my throat as he sucked on my breasts. The breast that did not even fill his big and manly hands. He was easily six feet and five inches and built like a mountain. Even if I pushed him, he would not budge, not like I wanted to. He was dangerously handsome. Tall and broad-shouldered. His dark, unruly hair framed a face of sharp angles, his jawline dusted with stubble that only added to his rugged allure. I swore that his eyes were beautiful obsidian, despite his danger, but now they were molten gold as he was holding my gaze and sucking and marking my body. My skin tightened under his wicked touch. The lower part of my body began to throb. To conceal it, I gathered her legs together—or at least, tried to. All while being embarrassed. Before I could close my parted legs, the man’s hand dug between her thighs and told her sternly, “Not now, princess. I need to get inside you.” My scared violet eyes met his obsidian-turned-gold ones as he gave her a wicked smirk which reminded me of all the danger I should run away from, but I am attracted to right now. Never have I ever been touched by a man but he promised me of ruining my body for anyone else. His dominant voice reminded her, “I will ruin this perfect body of yours.” I should be afraid but I am excited. That's what I want. Someone to ruin my heart and soul. Corrupt me. “Ahhh!” He brought back my attention to him by biting on my breast and rubbing my v****a folds at the same time. The novel sensation of losing control of my body for a moment made me feel numb. “Didn’t that feel good?” He asked with that cocky attitude of his while his mischievous fingers teased my c**t which hardened at his touch. “But nothing can come close to this…” She felt something warm, hard, soft and fragile at the same time touching the opening of her v****a. He removed the last layer of his clothes. And he stood in all his naked glory. As he turned around, I was startled by the massive wolf tattoo on his back that had golden eyes just like his and as he turned towards her, she was scared. There was a dagger tattoo on his chest. It was not his dagger that scared me, but the huge scar behind it. Then, I noted that what I had initially thought were fine details in his wolf tattoo were just scars from various battles that the man might have fought for his Alpha. But it was not all… Oh my God. My jaw dropped as I looked between the man’s legs. I had already guessed it would be big because the man’s physique was significant. But that wasn’t normal. Without exaggeration, it was thicker than my wrist and longer than my face. Werewolves were built differently, but he was on another level. He was massive. He might as well have been the king of c***s, if there was a place as such. I flushed crimson as the man laughed as if he knew what I was thinking. “Are you ready?” He asked her. Now the nervousness settled inside me as I asked like a stupid virgin. “ How am I going to fit that inside me?!” He laughed at my reaction. He said, “How about we try and find out?” I felt a burn at the place where his c**k was entering inside me. I dug my claws into his back flesh as he entered. Through the narrow gap, his c**k’s head narrowly squeezed inside, and I screamed in pain. It was not as pleasurable as other werewolves described it, nor was I enjoying it. My body was filled with fear and pain. Perhaps he noticed it too. But he did not stop. Instead, he pulled his c**k a bit back and locking his eyes into mine, he pushed all inside me at once. And I screamed in pain, sin and slow pleasure. He whispered, meeting his eyes, “You are so tight…” But unlike his previous cocky voice, the man’s eyes were filled with little concern for her now. His thrusts were slow, but my body felt a wave overwhelming me as my pupils dilated and lord knew why I was screaming when everything was feeling good. He was biting me with his sharp canines as he was moving inside and outside. My gaze happened to fall on the mirror, which reflected two figures, involved in devious sin. The white sheet underneath us was like a canvas and our blood was paint and, like he told me before, he would use my blood to create his masterpiece to remember me forever. He was weird and perhaps a freak… but do I care? Remember me, Scarlet Rossi, the forgotten daughter of Beta Vincent who is bethroned to Alpha’s brother. Giving away my virginity to a stranger whose name I refused to know, the stranger that I met at a ball organized my pack’s biggest enemy. I, Scarlett Rossi, might have just started a war.