A crueller fate? Hah… isn’t it normal to not be able to distinguish between numbness and desire? Isn't it normal to feel this hollow in the name of affection? Still, I nod to Violet’s words, if only to keep the bitterness at bay. "I will use the tranquilliser if necessary, but I’ll get the cuffs first.” I respond, and she nods slowly. Again, she offers the same eyes with Alba, the beta and good God, even the Alpha—the look of pity that can neither soothe my soul nor bring back what I have lost. If I knew what I knew then, what I do now, I would leave sooner, before her birthday, before- “Okay, and remember, his mate cannot be in the vicinity.” Violet interrupts my spiralling thoughts with more instructions that I already know. I guess we are reviewing everything from the top one last time before my meeting with him. “I know, I know.” I utter as again we take the plans from the top. ** The hospital’s garden is tremendous; the vibrant colours of the flowers that sway gently w
Trigger Warning: DruggingThe breeze across my skin, the wine on my lips and the glitter on my chest that remains braless for the sin I am about to commit.The way the curtains move with the breeze and the night’s view from the presidential suit.There are too many things that stand out tonight.I wish I could tune them out; I wish I were numb to everything— the loud and fast beat of my heart, the warmth from the fireplace, the void in my chest at a loss that none can understand, not even me, because…what did I do wrong?What was wrong? Was it that I drank before I knew of my pregnancy, was it the stress, is it that my body cannot sustain life? What is it? Where did I go wrong?A sigh escapes me at the pointlessness of my thoughts, especially now that in a few minutes, I become a rapist, a drugger, a criminal…. someone I cannot recognise.Those are the words; in a few minutes, I become unfamiliar.The desire to have something burn my throat hums in my veins. A cigarette would typicall
Trigger Warning: Non-Consent. What did I do to him? There is no answer I can give. ‘I drugged you’ doesn’t quite have as nice a ring to it as one would think, so I don't answer. Instead, my fingers move to scratch his fist that holds my hair hostage. I can smell blood in the air. He should be letting go soon. As per my calculation, he does. I almost bolt again, but the freedom is only for a millisecond before his hands wrap forcefully around my body, one pointlessly beneath my breasts, making me regret my decision not to wear a bra that would delay his contact with my body. The other hand lowers between my legs, pressing my nub viciously until my knees weaken. "Don't touch-" A whimper cuts me off. He is hard…oh God, he is hard! Wait, no, that’s too fast! The medicine worked too fast. The press of his erection between my cheeks seems to grow more furious; I swear I can feel his entire length through the bulky gown. Wait no…I need the oil. I still need the oil to place on hi
Trigger warning: S.A & Drugging Adrian M. Knox Adrian’s blood raced furiously to his groin. A hotel should have been the first sign that she would pull a stunt like this, but truthfully, he permitted it because he did want her to get some sort of revenge on him. He couldn't feel anything about the loss, and that... led him to drink—the inability to feel guilt for what happened tormented him, making his nights unbearable, so he wanted to permit her any revenge she could muster, including the risk of signing for divorce before their term was up. The divorce by itself would have been ideal if it had been between them, without the queen's interference, but again, he had no say; he lost his ability to utter a word in his defence the night he picked Elaine from the club. Come to think of it, that was when things between them started falling apart, wasn’t it? It was, and no one could convince him otherwise, but their relationship still felt mendable, so in as much as it surprised him w
The sedative is gone...destroyed.How the hell am I to get away from him now?What the hell am I supposed to do to tame this beast staring at me as if I were prey and not his ex-wife?The other emergency vial is beneath my clothes. I did not think I would need to use it. Luckily, the handcuffs that I stole from his room—I use ‘stole’ very loosely; it was mine, to begin with—are on the bedside drawer; I just need to get him to the bed.My gaze turns to the door before lowering to the glistening oil on my chest. His pin of me beneath him should be terrifying; he is at least three or four times my size, and there is no difference between being pinned beneath him and a wild bear, but it’s not.I need to leave, I do, but again, my lungs take him in; one could argue that the only reason I ‘take him in’ is because his scent is the only thing in the room, especially now that his blood remains exposed in the atmosphere and the closed windows offer no reprise, but truthfully, my body yearns for
Trigger Warning: Non-consentMy cry to stop his motion to devour my centre is half-hearted; I want his lips on my sex, but again, the oil will make him want to sink his teeth into my flesh; I can’t let him mark me! I can't!"Stop…don't...don't. I’ll do it for- ah.!."A cry filters my protest as his lips wrap around my sex, again his tongue moves against my overly stimulated nub before again his fingers fill me, this time three as opposed to two; I should be mortified, I should scream, and kick him from my flesh but my wicked body rocks against his mouth, ensuring his tongue could scrape heartily against my clit as his lips caressed the flesh and soothed where his teeth grazed.My hand that should push him away caresses his hair and pushes his face down and against my wanton flesh as the other continues to squeeze my nipples.I shouldn't fall apart this soon, but again, whiteness floods my vision as my body spasms against him.He holds me in place when I shy from him and keeps his mout
Trigger warning: Non-ConsentAdrian’s hand fisted the loose lingerie or shreds of it that hung at her stomach. They were wet, soaked in the oil that he spilt on her. Tearing it while thrusting into her sex came easy; the pleasure masked the pain of the tension the fabric caused when he pulled it from her body.He squeezed the excess of the oil from the lace fabric—it wasn’t much; perhaps it evaporated? —between her cheeks before sliding his finger back inside the hole to spread it—his fingers moved easier this time, but so did his thrust into her.He couldn't stop his hips; her scent did not let him; all he craved was more…more, and...her nape was part of the more.He could tug her hair so that she had no choice but to lift her frame to him; then he could take advantage of tha-Again, her moan sounded before she spoke, cutting all the opportunistic thoughts flowing into him."This isn't...mmm...the time to make up for your choice at the ba-ll, you ma- ah!"She struggled with continuin
Trigger Warning: DruggingMy shoulders shake roughly before my eyes fly open.Good God, did I fall asleep?“Stay awake, Ruby.”He utters before his grunt echoes in the room, followed by his stillness.Did…did he cum? Are we done?I don’t think I have it in me to explode again. I'm tired, I'm sad, and I just want to cry after a good and long shower.His teeth sink into my shoulder.“Drop your hand.”My head shakes from side to side at his words.My move from him is quick, but his hand on my waist stills me.“I’m not done; I'm not even close to done.”He growls in my ear.“I’m just changing the condom; we’ll do this again. Hopefully, you come with me this time before I go back home.”His thigh nudges my sex when he utters the word ‘home’.Oh my God…he can’t be serious!A shuffling sound fills my ear before his hand leaves my waist, and the sound of a condom wrapper follows.A quick, deep breath is all I need to reach the cuffs from the drawer, and before he can arrest my hand, I force m