The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Chapter 4

An Alpha’s Desire 

He pulled on his trousers and spent some time in between f-king her, putting the furniture back away, muttering and cursing under his breath as he did so, and then sweeping up the broken glass. He summoned a maid using the servants bell which she mad a point to never pull and requested food and new sheets for the bed.

She lay, still tied, his seed seeping slowly from her, peaceful after his taking her, but feeling the burn begin again, a slow fire building in the pit of her stomach. A wolf’s first heat was supposed to be a beautiful thing, spent lovingly entwined with a mate, not tied to the bed and ravished by a man who hated her, she thought as she cried, her tears running into the gag.

He returned to the room and stood at the foot of the bed looking down at her, watching her cry, his expression hard and angry. “Such a f-king mess,” he said to her, finally. “I -”

A knock at the external door interrupted him and he went to answer it. “Just put it on the table in here,” he said to the maid and Heathridge. “The sheets too, please.”

“Do you require a first aid kit, sir?” Heathridge asked. 

“No, she’s not injured and neither am 1,5 Baron sighed. “Just bring meals and leave them in here if I don’t answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

door behind them. He brought the tray into the bedroom and slid it onto the bed before closing the bedroom door. “Are you hungry?” He

She closed her eyes.

he picked up the tray and put

to the bed, removing the ruins of his suit trousers, and just leaving them on the floor. The mattress depressed under his weight as he lay at her side and stroked

matching them to the bruises he had left on her the night before

finished for him, having

of his palm, and the heat of his touch made her moan and arc her body, the heat flaring back to life, and hot tears of shame and anger at herself pricking

breast, stroking his thumb over her nipple, teasing her flesh with the callous of his pad, before he leaned over and placed his mouth over it, the hot, wet of his tongue divine. She sobbed against the gag as he circled the dusky areola before closing his teeth on her nipple. His hand slid down her stomach, between her legs, and he sank two of his fingers into where she ached for

that his fingers sank deeper. He lifted his mouth from her breast and watched his fingers and her reaction to them, his expression all alpha wolf with a mate on heat, fascinated with how her

heat and his come. “You are on heat,” he said unnecessarily. His pupils were dilated convex,

didn’t know that, she thought, angrily, trying to take shallow breaths

should f-king leave you like that. I should let you spend the next two nights writhing and sweating out your needs. But,” his returned his fingers to her and she moaned, the sound

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