Chapter 5

    ROSANNE'S POV

 I was forced awake by the loud banging at my door. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Four men stood in my room, their faces stern.

"Excuse me, please, what's the matter?" I asked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, my body's still aching from the fight.

"King Mikhail has ordered your presence," one of them replied, their tone firm.

I was instantly wide awake, my heart racing. "For what?" I asked, tying the belt on my robe.

The ginger-haired guard stepped forward, his expression unyielding. "We have been told to take you there with or without your consent."

My eyes widened in alarm. "You're joking, right?" I asked, but no one answered. Instead, they closed in on me, three of the held onto my leg while i squirmed trying to get away. One of them cover my face with a damp cloth that smelled weird. I tried my best not to inhale but i lost. The gas did its job and soon i was out cold.

    

                      *******

    

    A splitting headache greeted me the moment I woke up, my head throbbing like my skull was about to burst. I reached for my head to massage it, but something was holding my wrists.

Chains.

My hands and feet were bound to a large bed, in a room that felt very familiar.

His room.

The memories came rushing back.

The four guards.

The organized assault.

Fending them off.

And the surprise blow to the back of my head.

“Awake, are we?”

The cocky voice gave away his identity before I found his figure leaning in the darkness of the room, the sight of his suit visible by the moonlight streaming in through the window.

“No thanks to you, asshole”, I replied in an annoyed tone.

“Someone's still feisty I see,” he chuckled, approaching the bed silently. “I liked you better when you were unconscious.”

I was careless… Mikhail using underhanded tactics to get what he wants is like a lion hunting because its hungry, and unfortunately, he got me this time.

“Getting four goons to knock me out so you can keep me prisoner in your room does wonders for your reputation by the way. I'm sure the other wolves would love to hear all about it.”

“And I'm sure getting jumped by four goons who knocked you out does wonders for your reputation too, Little Miss Alphas daughter. I cant imagine what the other wolves would think about you once the story gets around.”

He had me there.

Sighing deeply, I asked, “What do you want Mikhail?”

“Same thing I've wanted since our first interaction,” he responded, his voice low and husky, “ to breed you.”

“And I'm pretty sure I turned down your offer the first few times. Do you get turned on by rejection or searching?”

“You have no say in this, Rosanne.”

I didnt like the way he said my name. Dripping from his lips with desire and wanting.

And I didnt like the way it made me feel.

I was jerked out of my thoughts when I saw his suit jacket fly across the room, and soon after his belt and shoes.

“What…what are you doing?” I was scared to ask. My heart was thumping loudly in my ears, and sweat began to coat my body as he didnt say a word.

But his eyes… there was something primal about them.

Like he had lost all rational thought, and given in to his innermost desires.

He approached the bed, slowly, as a hunter would approach his prey.

It friggtened me.

And…

It excited me.

“Mikhail, Mikhail please think about what you're doing.”

“I am… and I've played this moment in my mind more times than I care to admit.”

Those eyes gazed into mine as he was now on top of me, feral pupils meeting my own.

His hand went down to my thigh and slowly made it's way up my skirt, teasing my skin before grabbing my underwear.

In one move, it was gone… ripped to shreds by his hands.

I tried to resist, flailing my legs as much as I could to keep him away, yelling at him to get away from me, but he wasnt listening.

And then, his fingers invaded me.

He worked them upwards, hitting my upper area as he fiddled them around.

A moan escaped me when I least expected it, and a grin spread across his face.

His fingers came out, wet and sticky, and he looked me in the eye as he put them down his mouth.

“You say you dont want me, Rosanne, but your body says otherwise.”

He reached for his trousers and undid the buttons, maintaining eye contact as he pulled out his…. Oh.

Oh my.

That's not going to fit.

“Mikhail?” I said, terrified at the monster that lived in his trousers.

“Mikhail it's not too late to stop. I'll, I'll forgive everything and pretend this never happened-”

He silenced me, wrapping his thick hand around my neck and choking me out.

“Be quiet… I want to enjoy this.”

And in one fluid motion, it was in.

Well, a small part of it at least.

My walls gripped at his member so tight it wouldnt be so out of place if it burst.

Starting to relax, I thought to myself that maybe this isnt so bad.

And then he began to move.

His hip thrusts sent wave after wave of ecstacy through my body, and I couldnt keep my mouth closed as feral sounds left my throat.

He picked up the pace, grunting as each thrust packed more power than the last.

His other hand reached for my chest and pulled it back, exposing my sensitive nipples to the night wind.

Taking my left breast with his mouth, he bit down on it, and I could feel fireworks explode in my brain.

In a manner I cant explain, his hips were moving faster, and his free hand went beneath my back and raised me up.

Wet sloppy sounds echoed through the room, drowned out by my moans and his grunts for pleasure.

And then, he stopped.

Hot liquid flowed into me, and my body spammed as he pulled himself out.

We laid there for a moment, heaving and trying to catch our breaths, before he eventually got up and began dressing.

“I'll have the maids come in and get you fed and cleaned up. Get some rest. I'll ne back in the morning.”

Fully dressed, he stepped out, but I was too weak to call him an asshole for using me like that.

My body still jerked, wrecked with pleasure, and my mind played the scenario over and over.

I'm … not sure I like how much I enjoyed this.