Chapter:-2

Allen POV:-

I stopped dead in my tracks. His voice was barely above a whisper. My heart clenched. I stood there for a second, blank. Only to witness the guards nodding to someone behind me and taking their cue to leave. I would've followed if not for the hand that took my wrist and yanked me around. Our eyes met, for a moment. Those eyes. Damn, those eyes. So dark, so deep.

I snapped out of my trans as I pulled my hand back making sure to display a show of authority and hatred. Something in those eyes flashed as he eyed me up and down. Anger evident in his eyes. He looked at me with such resentment. For a moment, I wanted to step closer to him, to caress his cheek, just to hold him. The thought left as quickly as it came. What was I even thinking? He would make fun of me.

"It's Your Majesty now," I spoke. He raised an eyebrow at that and stepped forward. Dangerously close. I had my posture upright and rigid.

"My Majesty indeed," He remarked, almost taunting me.

I tried to roll my eyes at him and leave but he pushed me towards the table and cornered me.

"Enjoying the view much?" He snapped. His hands on my sides. I was trapped, yet I had never felt so free. This is exactly where I wanted to be. I was almost in his arms, almost.

He saw the confusion on my face and spoke. "Seth. I saw the way you looked at him. The way he looked at you."

"Must be something in the air." I taunted.

I saw the way he bit his lip and how he devoured me with his eyes, wanting me to initiate something. I couldn't. I pushed him away a little.

"So you admit it? You were eye fucking him all evening?" He snarled at me.

"So what if I was?"

"You wouldn't dare. You know I'd gauge his eyes out." He almost yelled.

I pushed him away.

"Screw you, Sebestian. I'm not in the mood for this right now. And you'd better show me some respect." I glared at him. How dare he treat me like I'm his property?

"You're doing that thing again." He said.

"What thing?" I asked.

"The thing where you try to tell yourself to hate me because you think I don't own you."

"It's because you don't."

He laughed at that. No humor in his voice though. I did hate him.

"Really? So you hate me?"

"No, I'm indifferent about you. And I have pressing matters I need to deal with. I'm the leader of my Pack. I don't have the luxury to sit around and fuck random people all day."

"And if you did? Who would it be? Seth?" I almost rolled my eyes at him.

"Get over it, already. But since you'd really like to know. Sure. Who wouldn't want that tight ass? I'm sure I could get it if I tried hard enough. Especially when I'm the leader now, should have its perks."

"Allen, don't." I wasn't scared of him. No. But he did own me. And the moment he said it like that, I knew I had to stop. And I would, just after pushing him a little further.

"It is what it is. I can't wait to have him on his knees infront of me, begging me to take him and use him---"

"You wouldn't."

"Why not?"

"You need a reminder on who you belong to, Allen."

"Those days are over, Sebestian. Get over yourself. It's been three years."

"So? You don't love me anymore?" I stopped breathing. He sounded hurt. If he was, he didn't show it. But he still looked furious and I couldn't push him any further. Not when he asked me that.

"I need to go"

"Yes or no."

I looked him dead in eyes and with every bit of courage that I could muster up. I said no.

He looked like he'd been punched in the gut. Devastated. I hate doing this to him, but at the same time I knew he deserved this.

"Is there someone else?"

"Maybe."

"If this is your idea of punishing me, I'd advise you to stop right now."

I shrugged. He looked at me like I had stabbed him and then he turned around to leave. But I didn't want him to.

I tried to grab his wrist but was immediately pushed away.

"Hey-"

"Don't." He threatened.

"What? No goodbye kiss?" I snorted. Big mistake. Before I knew, he was looking back at me, furiously. As his hand went to my cheeks and held my mouth there with force. His other hand went to my collar, pulling me close. So close.

"Oh, you'll get that kiss alright." And I did. His hand was in my hair now and I was being kissed. It wasn't sweet and slow, it was rushed and aggressive and so so possessive. My jaw hurt, he was still holding it pretty tight and I tried to kiss him back, but I had no authority there.

He pulled away far too quickly for my liking and I chased after him but he stopped me with his finger on my lips.

"Shh- shh. Still want Seth on his knees?"

I was left breathless. He smirked.

"Thought so," He taunted.

I could always outsmart him with words, make him feel like he doesn't own me. He let it slide mostly as playful banter and he used to enjoy my snarky remarks, mostly. But then there were moments, like this. Where he would shut me up with his stupid lips and dare me to stop him. And I never did.

I was being dragged by my hair to the edge of the table. And then sprawled on top of it. He didn't waste a single second and practically ripped my clothes off. While still being completely dressed.

I waited. Nothing happened. I was bent over. I turned my head to look at him and saw that look. The look that gets me off.

He had his hands in his pockets, and he looked completely unfazed except for the budge visible through his pants.

I held my hand out to him and he took it before forcefully taking my other hand and holding them in place behind my back.

And then he started rubbing his clothed dick against my naked ass.

And I grinded right back on him.

He urged me on and slightly groaned when I tried to reach for his dick through my tied hands.

"Don't worry, your majesty. You're not leaving here until you get it all and you can barely move." He whispered in my ear and I lost it. I moaned like a whore. His whore. And I knew what that sound did to him, so I didn't stop and sped up my movement.