Chapter 3: Rough sex

Mia’s POV

A wave of shame drowned me.

I followed a stranger to his hotel, let him touch me, but in the end, he didn’t want me either.

Veronica’s words echoed in my mind: No wonder no man likes you.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice turned hoarse, his blue eyes staring at my tear-streaked face.

I shook my head, sobbing and trying to push him away, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Stop crying.” He commanded.

Then he pinned me back down on the bed, his body on mine.

This time, his actions were gentle.

“Gentle isn’t my thing,” he whispered in my ear, one hand moving up my thigh. “But I’ll try it tonight.”

He lowered his head and kissed me again.

This kiss was deep and gentle this time.

Then he pulled off my bra and grasped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. I gasped, feeling my nipple harden almost immediately, a jolt of electricity running through my body.

He slapped my butt, “Spread your legs.”

I bit my lip, feeling a bit ashamed. But he was strong and domineering, giving me almost no chance to refuse.

Blushing, I slowly spread my legs, exposing myself to him.

His hand slipped into my underwear again, rubbing my clit. When his fingers were soaked with my fluids, he slowly inserted them inside me.

I clung to his shoulders, moaning loudly.

His thick, long fingers began to move in and out, trusting me ruthlessly.

The intense pleasure made me tremble. I panted, trying to close my legs. But he held down my thighs and kept fucking me with fingers.

“Legs open,” he commanded coldly.

He caught my lips again. I immediately bit his lip and moaned into his mouth.

Just as I was getting close to the climax, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

I writhed. The emptiness between my legs was driving me crazy.

I looked at him with tears, accusing him of his cruelty in silence.

“You can't have your first orgasm like this,” he said in a low voice.

He turned me over and pinned me beneath him. I felt something thick and hard pressing against my thigh. Its size scared me.

“I'll be gentle,” he said.

...

We hardly slept that night.

He was gentle at first but gradually turned wild, driving me crazy completely.

I came for so many times under him. The sheets were soaking wet. He chuckled deeply and picked me up from the bed and carried me into the bathroom.

When he placed me on the marble basin, he held my waist and thrusted into me again from behind.

I don't even remember how I finally fell asleep. I must have passed out.

When I woke up again, the morning sunlight was already streaming through the curtains.

Our clothes were still scattered on the floor, the sheets wet and messy, and I was alone in bed.

He was nowhere to be seen.

Then I noticed a stack of money on the bedside table.

I picked it up and counted it.

…Hell! It was 10 grand!

I gasped, feeling both shocked and ashamed.

He left early, only leaving money behind, probably because he didn't want to wake up next to a prostitute.

Shame nearly overwhelmed me. I jumped out of bed, put on my crumpled clothes, and dashed out of the room.

I didn't take his money.

He might think that I was a whore. But I knew I wasn’t.

***

I rushed all the way back to the packhouse.

Alpha Draven would arrive today. Everyone should be at the front door on time to greet him.

By the time I got there, all maids and servants were already lined up in the lobby.

My father Alpha Carl, Luna Helena, and Veronica were dressed in suits and gowns, clearly well-prepared.

Even Marcus was there. He wore his military uniform, chest puffed out, and smiled proudly, seemingly pleased to stand with the Alpha family.

I lowered my head, trying to ignore the bitterness in my heart, and quietly slipped into the maid’s line.

“Mia!”

Veronica's cold voice came from behind me.

I turned around stiffly. Veronica was staring at me with malicious eyes.

“Are those hickeys on your neck?” she cried, getting everyone’s attention.

I froze.

I didn’t realized there were sex marks on my body.

“There is a hooker under my roof!” Luna Helena shrieked. “Get over here!”

Shaking in fear, I walked up to her. She raised her hand at me and—

SLAP!

A hot slap landed on my right cheek.

I was hit to the ground, my head buzzing, one ear temporarily deafened.

“Are you trying to attract men’s attention by walking around with sex marks like that? Are you trying to steal Veronica’s thunder?!” Helena snarled. “Sneaky and with no shame! Just like your whore mother!”

I looked around, seeking help in tears.

There were at least 50 people in the hall, but they only watched in silence, cold and gloating.

My Alpha father frowned at the door, looking impatient.

And Marcus…When our eyes met, he quickly turned away, avoiding me like the plague.

Luna Helena pushed me to the ground, shouting, “Drag this slut out!”

Two soldiers rushed forward and dragged me to the outside.

Just then, a group of people came into the front door. We bumped right into each other.

A large hand caught my shoulder, rescuing me from the soldiers. Then I heard a deep, sexy voice:

“What's going on here?”

I raised my head and met with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes.

…My one-night stand.

Why was he here?!

The hall was deathly silent. Everyone was stunned, staring at us. And then Luna Helena screamed out loud:

“—Alpha Draven!!!”