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A Mistress To The Ruthless Alpha
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ARIA.







I struggled to break free from his hold, but he was far stronger than I was, overpowering me in the subtlest way possible. I wasn't forced, but he seductively coerced me and lifted me in his arms before taking me over to his bed.






I felt really small in his arms as he carried me like I was a child. It was surprising that someone as small as me could make him go crazy. I felt the same way for him, too, but I had to be out of his seductive hold.





He gently placed me in his bed, his hands on either side of my body. I caught a whiff of his woodsy cologne. It was a mixture of mint, tobacco and musk, and it clouded my senses.





My skin tingled from his closeness, and I was engulfed by the warmth of his body. I couldn't even resist him anymore. I was weak, helpless and filled with so much lust and desire that burned through my skin. He consumed me whole. The touch of his skin against mine felt like I'd been lowered into a burning furnace, like I'd been thrown into a hot bath.





His green eyes were lighter than usual, all thanks to the bright light bathing his chambers. They were filled with a burning loss that could only be sated by touching me and I didn't know what to feel. My breathing was ragged and heavy and the hair on my skin prickled. I was fully aware of him, even more than I'd intended.





But this wasn't right. Sleeping with a man in a bed that belonged to him and his wife. As much as I hated her, I had a bit of respect for myself. I wasn't a cheap whore who threw myself at men for validation.





"Let me go, please," I whimpered, all my defenses weakening.





"That doesn't sound like you want me to let you go," he whispered, the tip of his nose grazing my skin. "Tell me again that you want me to let you go, and I will let you. Tell me that you do not feel a burning desire spreading through your body. Tell me that you haven't been thinking and having stupid dreams after I kissed you that night. Tell me you don't feel a strong attraction between us. Tell me that these past few days haven't been miserable for you and I promise to leave you be."





"But you have a..." My voice faded. "Don't you have a—"





"Shhhh..." He pressed his fingers into my lips and shook his head. "Don't say anything else. Don't think about anything else. Right now, it's just me and you in this fvcking moment, mi tesoro."





When he called me his treasure, it made my core pool wet. How could he weaken me this much? How could those words roll smoothly from his mouth like butter?





I closed my eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. He was right. I didn't want him to stop this. Hell, I wanted him to continue.  I yearned for him now, more than ever.





Besides, I couldn't even move out of his hold if I wanted to. He was far bigger and stronger than I was, so it was practically impossible for me to move out of his stronghold.





When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me with so much affection in his eyes, like he was waiting for me to make the first move before he did anything else.





"Alpha..." I whispered, at the peak of ecstasy. I wanted more and more of him. I wanted him to be mine and mine alone, his wife be damned.





He was so impatient with the buttons on my dress that he ripped it apart.





The connection we shared was more intense than anything I'd felt in my entire life. Not even the night of our heated and passionate kiss topped this moment we shared.





"It's Lyall," he whispered hotly against my skin. "Only you get to call me that."





"O-okay."





"Say my name. Say it."





"Say it again!" He commanded in a gruff voice.





"Lyall..." It came out as a whimper and I threw my head back into the bed.





He was fascinated, and I could tell from the way he inhaled deeply. "Oh, you smell so divine.





Realizing how loud I was, my eyes widened, and I clamped a hand over my mouth.





"Do not cover your mouth when I am tongue fvcking you. I want to hear your moans. I want to hear you scream my name."





And I did scream his name. He didn't stop.





He was done and just as I drifted to sleep, he sank into the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms.