Enslaved By The Alpha

–MAYA

I’m beaming with happiness after I watch Kane storm out of the room. I’d just won this round. He couldn’t keep up with me, and to say that I was overjoyed would be an understatement. I didn’t think that I would ever stand a chance against him while being his prisoner. But now there was hope; now I knew that my body was my weapon. I was not proud of it, but it was the only way I could think of.

I can’t help but wonder what he’d use against me next, however. Kane didn’t like to lose, and he definitely didn’t like when he was the one being tortured. He wouldn’t sit back and let me do this to him; he would try to hurt me somehow; I just needed to be prepared for whatever he was planning on throwing my way. There was one thing I was sure of; however, whatever he had planned for me next, it wouldn’t be something easy.

As if on cue, he walks into the room, but he isn’t alone this time. No, he’s brought that pathetic excuse for a woman with him. The woman that enjoyed taking advantage of an innocent woman.

I didn’t like her one bit. Would I go so far as to say I hated her more than Kane? I didn’t think so. I didn’t think that it was possible for me to hate anyone more than I hated him.

There is something about the way the both of them are looking at me that tells me that they’re up to no good.

Inarrow my eyes when Anna begins to remove her already see-through blouse. What kind of sick game were they thinking of playing now? Kane approaches me and, with a look of hatred, kneels in front of me.

“I don’t want you to look away for even one second.” He tells me. “If you do, there will be serious consequences, and this time, I may consider selling you to a worthless man for real.”

Look away from what? I want to scream for him to explain himself, but I don’t have to, not when I see him removing his shirt. His muscular, sweaty chest is revealed, but I don’t have time to stare when he turns away. He unbuttons his jeans and drops them to the floor.

the center of

fall. For my part, he should have let her hit the floor. She’s kissing his chest, something that I wished to do.

more than this. She continues to suck on him, and I have to fight to breathe. I don’t want to look at this, I don’t want to see him with someone else, but I can’t seem to look away. A part of me wants to feel the devastation; I want to feel everything to remember how much I hate this man. I want to be reminded of this every time I think of having a life with

his lips on her neck, and his body moves against hers. He’s touching her, touching a woman that was not me. She’s moaning his name and enjoying it a lot more than she should. He knows that I’m watching; he knows that I’m hurting. This is exactly what he wants; he wants to see me suffer. He wants to show me that he can do whatever it takes to break my

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don’t want to see him with her. I push against the chair, and

and I feel

taking me away from my home; I hate him for torturing me, but most of all, i hate how much I

he pulls out and slams into her, never taking his eyes off me. The tears continue to fall, but I don’t try and hide them from him. I’ll show him that I can be strong despite him breaking my heart into tiny pieces. I’ll show him that I can still stand after

into her faster than before, picking up his pace. He’s still watching me, still making sure that

wish that my hands were free so that I could kill them both. It’s the first time that I’ve ever wanted to harm someone as much as I did

f*****g each other with his clothes back on, and I’m trying hard to fight the broken pieces inside of me. He’s managed to break me completely; I thought it was terrible before, but this is the worst I’ve ever felt. I’m hurting so badly, and I want to

room but not before smirking at me. What was she so proud of? That her man,