Alora’s POV The humiliation burned deep. The fact that Rune, of all people, was spanking me at my big age was beyond degrading. Even when we were younger, he never stooped to such levels. We fought, we argued, but he never crossed that line. And now, as an adult, with the strength and independence I had built over the years, he dared to do this? It was infuriating, and the sting on my skin was nothing compared to the sting of my pride. But what made it all worse, what twisted the knife he had plunged into my dignity, was the undeniable fact that I was wet. So wet that I could feel it dripping down, soaking through the thin fabric of my dress, and onto his trousers. It was as if my body was no longer my own, responding to his touch, his dominance, in ways I couldn't control. And then, as if to make it all worse, he slowly, deliberately, dipped his fingers into the wetness between my thighs, gathering it up before spreading it over my ass. The sensation was maddening, b
Rune’s POVI finally released Alora, allowing her to slide off my lap. Her eyes burned with defiance, and the flush across her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment. As I rose from the bed, I could feel her gaze burning into my back, no doubt trying to decipher my next move. I took a few steps toward the secret door, the one no one but I knew about until recently. Pausing, I turned back to face her.“If you think you have more control over your body than I do, then prove it. Don’t pleasure yourself behind my back,” I said, my tone a mix of challenge and warning.I watched her face flush an even deeper shade of red, clearly recalling the time I had caught her in the bathroom. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, one I knew she hadn’t allowed herself since.Her expression hardened, and with a tilt of her chin, she shot back, “I won’t. Don’t flatter yourself by thinking you have that much power over me.”I chuckled at her words, the sound low and taunting. Her defiance was both infuriatin
Alora’s POV The discomfort between my thighs was a slow-burning torment, an ache that grew stronger with every passing second. Rune had dared me not to touch myself, to hold back and resist, as if I would ever stoop so low as to obey him. But the truth, the brutal truth that I hated to admit, was that I wanted to. I wanted to cum so badly I could barely think straight, the need pulsing through me with an intensity that nearly made me scream.Damn him. Damn him for doing this to me, for leaving me on the edge and then daring me not to seek relief. I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms, trying to focus on anything other than the throbbing between my legs. But it was no use. The scent of my arousal was thick in the air, inescapable, and it made my body hum with a need that I couldn’t ignore.Was it the pregnancy? Was that why everything felt so overwhelming, why the urge to find release was so powerful it bordered on pain? Or was it just him, the way he knew exactly ho
Rune’s POVI spent the rest of the day in my study, the soft glow of the monitors casting long shadows across the room as I watched her. There were other tasks demanding my attention—piles of paperwork that needed my signature, alliances with other packs that had to be secured, lucrative businesses waiting for my investment. Yet, none of them mattered as much as this. As much as watching her.She lay on the bed, the tray of breakfast cleared away, a contented look on her face as she settled in with one of the romance novels I’d had brought to her. I watched her eyes dart across the pages, her expression shifting with every turn of the plot. At times, she smiled softly, lost in a world far removed from the one I’ve trapped her in. She closed the book once, a grin spreading across her face, as if pondering the possibilities within those pages. That grin, it made something dark and twisted stir inside me, a mix of possessiveness and desire. MINE. She giggled at one point, the sound
Alora’s POV I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, the remnants of a vivid dream clinging to my mind. I stretched my arms above my head, feeling a rare sense of happiness wash over me. The book I read yesterday had seeped into my dreams, transporting me to a world where love was pure, uncomplicated, and all-consuming. The story was a whirlwind of emotions, a classic enemies-to-lovers romance that started with sharp, witty banter between the protagonists and slowly unfolded into a deep, passionate connection. The hero was this brooding, misunderstood Alpha with a tragic past, while the heroine was fierce and independent, refusing to let him intimidate her. Every page had been a delicious mix of tension and tenderness, the kind of story that made my heart race and my cheeks flush. I couldn’t stop myself from devouring the entire book in one sitting. There was no way I could sleep without knowing how it all ended. By the time I reached the last page, I was left with a sense of
Rune’s POV As I watched Alora eat, the paperwork on my desk became a distant concern. I leaned back, eyes glued to the screen as she bit into a sausage, a soft moan escaping her lips. She’s always liked them, but today, my mind took a darker turn. Her moan wasn’t just about the food, it was a sound that had me imagining those perfect lips moaning around my cock instead. A growl rumbled in my chest, my cock twitching at the idea. Fuck. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? Alora had never given me a blow job, and now the thought consumed me. I could almost feel those red lips wrapped around me, the warmth, the wetness... I needed it. The image of her on her knees, her mouth working up and down my length, was enough to drive me insane. She finished eating, oblivious to the effect she was having on me. Afterward, she moved to the armchair and sat down, staring off into space. Her expression was quiet, contemplative, as if she were lost in thought. I forced myself to go bac
Alora’s POV I was drifting off in the armchair, the weight of the day pressing down on me when the sound of the door creaking open jolted me awake. My eyes snapped to the door, and any remnants of sleep vanished instantly as Rune stepped inside. He was still in his suit, the tailored fabric hugging his broad shoulders and strong arms, a clear sign he had just come from work. My gaze couldn't help but trace over him, taking in his commanding presence. Rune's dark hair was slightly tousled, a stark contrast to the immaculate cut of his suit. His eyes, always a shade darker than the night itself, locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His tan skin seemed to glow under the soft light of the room, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the strong lines of his face. He was tall, towering over the space with a muscular frame that spoke of power and control, something I knew all too well. There was a time I thought Rune was merely handsome, but something
Rune’s POV I lean back in my chair, watching Alora closely as she sits across from me. The brief slip into the past, the ease with which we talked like we used to, it catches me off guard. It’s been years since we had a conversation that felt so... normal. It was refreshing, almost unsettling. I can’t believe we were talking like we used to back when everything was simpler. Before all of this. Before I couldn’t get her out of my mind. My eyes raked over her, lingering on her lips, which had twisted into that familiar frown. Those wide eyes were waiting for me to call her naïve again, like I usually do. But I don’t. Not this time. I can’t bring myself to care about that right now. What I remember, vividly, is that sense of obsession I had with her even then. An obsession that ran so deep it made me question my sanity. Back then, I knew she was off limits. My sister, even though we both knew the truth deep down. But now... things are different. Now, I don’t think about bo