Crowned by Moon: The Lycan King Prophecy

Chapter 14

Passion or ruthlessness.

VIVIENNE'S POV.

What was wrong with me? My body totally betrayed me. And Lysander wasn't much of an ally anyway.

She panted for him. She was heated, and impatient for what he was about to do to me.

He walked closer and I unzipped my gown as if I was trapped in his hypnotic stare. I tried to break eye contact but I couldn't stop gaping at his manly chest.

My panties felt wet and my mouth watered faster than I could take a gulp.

“I…I”

“Don't talk,” he said.

He stood before me, his chest right towering over my eyes. I could literally hear his heart beating and his breath wheezing out.

My knees trembled for a split second as he wrapped his right hands on my waist. My senses went up, alert. My hair jolted up and I turned breathless.

I couldn't believe I was about to let a monster take control of my body. His left hand groped my breast and fondled it for damn near ten seconds.

I bit my lips to hold back a moan. I wasn't going to let him know that I... enjoyed his touch.

I hated everything about him, from his eyes to the way he spoke and he should know I hated his touches.

I was fighting a losing battle of moaning in my head. My c**t throbbed and my t**s got rock hard.

I sunk my teeth down my lower lips, and placed both my hands on his biceps.

The feeling was good until he ripped my gown to shred with a hard pull. The thin strap of my gown burned my skin from the pull, causing a mark on my skin.

I groaned softly, but that didn't matter to him. His grip on my breast tightened, and soon it wasn't as blissful as it was.

He kissed me on the lips and crawled his hands down my thighs, slipping off my moist panties.

“Stop,” I mumbled but his tongue went deeper in my mouth.

I wanted to pull back but his hands on my waist tightened.

He slammed me on his bed, swiftly taking off his pants. My mouth fell open as his long c**k stood hard, facing in my direction.

I sat up on his bed, waving my hands and looking around for my underwear. I couldn't do this, not without a connection.

“Look, I don't think I…”

Before I could complete my statement, he climbed onto the bed, using his left palm to cover my mouth.

“Shut up!” He moaned softly and slid his c**k inside me. He rammed harder as his hands tightened on my lips.

“f**k!” He mumbled.

Suddenly, I wasn't as wet as I was for him. I lost the passion that had weirdly taken control of me. But that didn't matter to him. He thrust deeper inside me. Faster and harder.

I sunk my nails into his skin as his c**k rammed harder.

“Micheal… Alpha,” I moaned but my voice could barely get out.

He finally let go of my mouth and I cried out. “Stop. Enough,”

But he panted like a hungry wolf, flipping me over to my back side. He cupped my breasts with his hands and rammed his c**k inside me again.

The bed squeaked with every thrust. His hands kept fondling my breast, then he pulled at my hair and pushed his c**k harder.

I finally let out a moan; a forced moan as his speed increased. He spanked my ass with a hard slap, then he rested on my back and held my wrists.

Thinking he was about to stop, he grazed my neck with a few kisses, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.

I let out a loud cry, but that didn't stop him either. He raised my back from arching and crossed his hands over my chest.

His c**k hardened inside me, feeling like it added an inch. I couldn't breathe properly. He kept thrusting harder until I couldn't take his girth anymore.

“Yeah, f**k,” his rammed faster.

“f**k!” He moaned, pulling out after he climaxed inside me. He slumped on his bed, breathing heavily and fixed his eyes on the ceiling.

I felt sore all over my joints and his hard grip over my mouth began to hurt. He liked it rough, without my consent or care.

I sat next to him using his sheets to cover up my naked body. I was humiliated, used.

I felt like a hooker, a s*x toy.

Seconds later, he sighed heavily and stood up. Then, he turned to me with a cold look as though I was a stranger. “ What are you doing?” He asked.

Immediately, I became confused. What did he mean?

“Nothing,” I managed to reply.

“What are you doing with my sheets?” He asked again.

I pulled the sheets even higher to cover myself and clutched my hands on my chest. “You… ripped my clothes off.” I pointed at the pieces on the floor.

He glanced at them and glared back at me. “I'm done with you, leave,” he echoed.

What! My ears felt hollow, my head blank with thoughts yet my head felt heavy.

“Leave” I whispered.

He was kidding. I hoped he was.

“Pick up your clothes and leave. You can come back when I send for you again,”

I gritted my teeth in anger and scowled at him. “What am I to you? A s*x worker?” I fired, leaping up to my feet.

I quickly put on my underwear but my clothes weren't much of a cover.

He ignored my question and turned his back at me. “Take the sheet and leave. Now!” voice cold and unyielding.

My eyes watered as I wrapped his sheets around me like a shirt. Then I stomped out furiously, mumbling cuss words at him.

I stumbled to my room and fell to the ground, weeping aloud. I had never felt so insulted in my life.

He threw me out after sleeping with me. In his eyes I was just a pleasure doll, maybe a baby making machine.

“My goodness,” Donna gasped.

I turned back, recalling I didn't shut my door.

“You're bleeding,” she continued.

I looked at my shoulder and continued weeping, not because of the pain but because of how insignificant I felt.

“He's a heartless monster,” I wept.

“It's okay,” she stroked my hair. “You're gonna be just fine.”

“I'm not. I can't believe Brianna loved this kind of person. He should be dead.”

She took off the sheets wrapped around me, inhaling deeply as she saw the few scratches on my body.

“Maybe you're gonna last longer than I thought,” Donna heaved. “Let's hope he doesn't tie you up next time, coz that's his kink. You're lucky you didn't get any more bruises.”