My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

15. Win-Win

THEON

Yileyna De’Lacor

A girl who had grown into a woman that was every straight man’s dream.

I hated it. I hated her and the effect she had on me, but at the same time, I couldn’t get rid of the thoughts of exactly how I wanted to fuck her and ruin her.

The very thoughts that fuelled the urge to fuck her with everything I had and destroy her at the same time consumed my mind constantly.

I hated distractions, I hated anything that took me away from my goal.

Yileyna was just that, a temptation worse than anything else on this planet.

From those seductive grey eyes to those plump pouty lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock. She was made of every man’s dirtiest thoughts. The ideal doll to fulfil even the filthiest of sins.

She wasn’t built like most women, from her creamy blemish-free skin that never seemed to change no matter what the weather was. A canvas for me to paint with pleasure.

Her slender shoulders, that dainty neck that made you want to choke her every fucking time she was around, was gorgeous. Then there were her boobs which were round and firm, and her narrow waist which emphasised her jutting hips, completing her perfect hourglass figure. Her legs were as hot as the rest of her, with lush sexy thighs.

Everything about her fucking irritated me and appealed to me.

She stood there before me, covering her boobs with her slender arms. They didn’t cover much, but I wanted to see those nipples of hers. What was the exact shade?

“Happy?” She asked in her seductive voice. “Don’t hide from me.” I commanded emotionlessly, although all I wanted was to fuck her until she dropped. Her eyes dipped to my crotch, and I knew she could see I was hard for her, to the point it was painful. I needed something, or in better terms; I needed to be buried in that pussy of hers. Ever since I laid eyes on her tonight, in that skimpy lace dress as she danced with Bolton, something inside of me snapped. Her boobs were spilling out of it, and it just about covered her ass as she smiled at him. It had made a wave of anger burn within me and it took every inch of self-control to keep myself under control. I watched her slowly lower her arms, her cheeks dusted with a pink hue. I swallowed, admiring those light pink nipples of hers. I shouldn’t have expected anything less. There wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t appealing. Oh little storm, when I’m done with you, I’ll have made you feel even more embarrassed than you feel right now.

be enough to satiate the

“Turn.”

of a few times but never like this… Round, perky and the perfect size to spank until it was fucking raw. I

framing her face. “So, you’ve imagined me naked?” Keep talking like that and I’m fucking you right now. “I’ve done a lot more than imagine you naked, and I’m about to show you exactly what I’ve imagined doing to you.” I wrapped my arm

had never felt before coursed through me, no kiss had felt so sinful, sweet and tempting, and still made me fucking harder than I already was. I assaulted her mouth, sucking hard on her tongue. Her hands gripped my arms as I squeezed her ass, deepening the kiss. I twisted my hand in her hair tighter, making her whimper. I tugged her over to the dining

away, pushing her flat onto her back and pinning her wrist, biting into her shoulder and sucking

sound alone was better than any other woman I had ever fucked. I kept her wrists pinned above her head, my other hand running

making her back arch off the table. I broke away, kissing and sucking every inch of her that I could reach, I knew I was squeezing her breasts painfully,

she had the choice to walk away but she had only fuelled the flames of desire. I sucked hard onto the

air like a fucking drug that

fabric pulled between those smooth lips of hers. So damn perfect… I ripped them off her just as she sat up, pulling open my shirt fully and reaching for my belt. I didn’t like women touching me… but… I watched her. My eyes narrowed as she undid my belt and unzipped

was enough. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away “Hands

her and then tomorrow I’d put this behind me I had a goal, and I didn’t

that she was a

making me cut off a groan of pleasure I grabbed

desperate,

on her throat cutting off most of her

pushed her back onto the table, my hand still around her throat, and with the other, I freed my cock from my pants. Taking in the way the woman before me looked spread on the table. Her legs were parted. Red

orbs, there was a vulnerability in them. Her heart was racing, her scent that reminded me of the fresh sea breeze and spring mixed in with the intoxicating scent

all dirty. I ran my fingers between her soaking slit, rubbing my thumb on her clit. She whimpered as I shoved my thumb into her letting her juices coat my finger before I slipped it out and slipped my thumb into her mouth. Instantly, she wrapped

Fuck…

her knees with my cock down that throat… but it was pushing the boundaries that I had set for myself. I didn’t want to get attached to the

from her mouth, pushing open her

obeyed, despite her heart continuing to beat super-fast. I rubbed my cock at her tiny entrance, making her

That’s it.