His father

I am taken aback by his words. He’s back to drinking his whisky but I’m still frozen. Tears are falling again. I stand, ready to run off but he grabs my hand with a strong grip.

"Let me take you home."

I tug at my hand but his big hand has it securely trapped. He steps closer, forcing his scent on me, assaulting me with it. I'm beginning to think he does that intentionally like he knows the effect he has on me and he's feeding off it.

"I came in my car," I reply, hoping that’ll convince him to let me go. He’s silent for seconds and it makes me wonder what he’s thinking. I can't look at him though, not with these tears in my eyes.

"Leave the car here. I'll have someone come pick it up tomorrow. Besides, you're kinda tipsy. It’s not safe driving in such a state."

I hate that he’s right. I hate even more that I’m considering his offer. But then again. I don’t wanna be close to him. Not tonight. Not in my broken state. I fear the outcome of it.

"Let's go." He holds my shoulders, ignoring my flinching. He turns me around and makes me start walking, straight through the exit. 

We get to his car and he opens the passenger’s seat for me. He settles on the driver’s seat and we leave the nightclub in his car.

It’s a bloody brawl between my incensed hormones and my brain. I desperately try to convince myself to kill the thought of doing anything with him, but at the same time, he just may be my perfect revenge against Damon. And that thought is beginning to sound too exciting to resist.

"Why do you put up with Damon’s abuse?" He asks coldly. It’s frightening that he’s using such a tone for his son, and because of me. "Huh?" he adds, glancing at me.

I think for a while and stutter out a reply. "Be- because he’s my mate?"

"Not because you love him?"

Love? I don’t know. The emotions I feel for Damon are fear, hatred, and anger. If there’s love between all that, then it’s being greatly overshadowed.

I remain silent, not giving any more replies. Victor doesn’t ask any more questions and just drives in a seething silence.

We get to the apartment where I stay with Damon. It’s dark and quiet, I think the Omegas are still at the party. They were all assigned duties there. No sign of Damon either. He and Penelope may have decided to take the fun to some expensive hotel.

That thought leaves me feeling dejected, making me sob anew. I get into our bedroom and flip the switch. The light comes on and I find my way to the bed.

"Will you be alright?" Victor’s voice startles me. For a second, I forgot about his presence.

"Yes," I nod. "Thank you."

He stares at me without saying a word. Then he finally nods. "Goodnight. Anastasia."

That right there snaps something in my brain. "Wait!" 

Letting go of the doorknob, he turns. "What is it?"

Hell and be damned, I’m doing it. Call it revenge. Call it madness. Call it whatever. But I’ll finally get to have a taste of him, after years of fantasizing.

"What do you want, Anastasia?"

I take a deep, uneven breath. Slowly, to back up my resolve, I take off my dress, letting it drop on the floor. His eyes squint darkly, but his gaze doesn’t falter from me. I take off my panties and it joins my dress on the floor. I step away from them, leaving just my bra on.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t speak. Just his eyes are burning like hell. I gulp and go closer to him. Refusing to be intimidated by his stare, I stand on my toes and brush my lips against his.

Taut hands grab my shoulders, giving me a firm shake. "What the fuck are you playing at?!"

"Ouch…" I squirm in his hold.

"What the hell are you trying to do to me, Anastasia?"

While squirming, I spot a huge boner growing between his thighs. It gives me all the courage I need for this moment.

"Tell me you don’t want this as much as I do," I say daringly, cupping his fly.

His hold on my shoulders releases as a moan slips from his lips. His grey eyes are squinted in arousal. In fierce arousal.

My insides light up in excitement, and I make a bolder move, finding his zipper and pulling it open. He stiffens.

"Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop." I slip a hand into his pants, finding his dick and Oh my, it’s fucking huge. I can’t fist the whole thing.

"Fuck this!" He grabs my face, smashing his lips on mine and rendering me momentarily breathless. One of his big hands sweeps through my hair, freeing it from its ponytail. His other hand is squeezing my ass cheeks and swatting them, getting me wanton and almost close to my release. Even without being actually fucked.

I get thrown on the bed and the few seconds are the only time I get to catch my breath. Then he’s on top of me, stark naked, and pumping his dick at a crazy pace while his eyes feed on me like a ravenous beast admiring his prey last minute before eating her up.

The steady rise and fall of my chest is a chaotic mixture of excitement, anticipation, and fear. He settles between my legs, shields my whole body with his and I brace my hands against the mat of hairs on his chest.

"Try not to scream," he’s panting and running his hands over my tousled hair.

I don’t understand his words until he starts sliding inside me and I feel like I’m being ripped into two. How is his dick this huge?

"Fuc-!" He swallows my shriek in a deep kiss. I try to squirm but his body has me in place. Tears flood my eyes at the pain, and he tries to console me by caressing my hair.

The pain dwindles seconds later, and he releases my lips. He maintains eye contact and his arms are at my sides as he slowly starts thrusting in and out. 

"Go faster," I breathe out, hugging his waist. 

And like an unhinged beast, he rams my pussy with bold, unapologetic and deep thrusts. Every thrust makes me shriek, so much that I fear I may lose my voice. But then I try to control it into a muffled moan.

He fucks me thoroughly like it was some expertise of his. Or like he’s been waiting for this moment a long time. He's not just fucking me. It feels like he’s marking me. Branding me. Making me feel every inch of him so hard that I can never crave another dick.

I have countless orgasms but he’s not done. My eyes are smushed by the spine-breaking pleasure of his thrusts as he goes harder again. This time he pins my hands over my head and grits his teeth.

"You’re mine, Anastasia. You’ve always been, right from the first time I saw you." He declares gravelly.

Terror washes through my flushed skin. What’s he talking about?

"Say it." He pulls out and goes balls-deep, stringing a shriek from my lips. "Say it, that you’re mine."

"I’m yours!" My muscles clench as he sends me closer to my edge again. 

"Say my damn name." He gives me a final thrust, hitting my spot and I come undone again. Fiercer than the last. 

"I'm yours, Victor. I’m all yours." I say breathlessly.

"Don’t forget it." A few more thrusts and he pours his seed inside me. He collapses at my side, pulling me with him, wrapping his arms around me. 

I listen to the deafening thud of his heartbeat, as I slowly sleep off in complete exhaustion and a huge, weird sense of satisfaction.