Contractually Yours Alpha (Riley) novel Chapter 103

Chapter One Hundred and Three 

1 stood still, shutting my eyes like that one animal that believes hiding its head saves It from the danger approaching. 

“I can see you, you know.” Axel taunts 

“Can you?” 

“Yes,” he walks to me, taking my hands. He leads me back into his room, where a broken vase remained on the floor. “Sorry for that; Gloria made quite a mess.” 

“I’m the one who should apologise for eavesdropping; I’m so sorry… I just wanted to visit, and then I heard her voice.” 

“You have nothing to apologize for.” 

You 

know she was right.” I say. “I don’t know what the pack thinks of me…” 

“And I don’t care; you don’t have to either.” 

“Are you free?” 

“For the whole day, yes,” he says with a smirk. “Why?” he asks, and I was unable to say the words. 

How do I tell him that I was feeling horny and I couldn’t go to Thane because I was mad at him, so I came here instead?. I couldn’t, not when he just broke up with Gloria? 

“Nothing, really… I should just leave,” I say, heading for the door, but he whirled me around, pinning me against the wall. 

“Or maybe I know why you are here; I can smell what your want even from here.” 

“That’s not why I am here.” I lied, too shy to admit it. 

He pulled up my gown, “Then I guess you wore those sexy G–strings because it’s… comfortable.” He questions, and the smirk on his face widened into a smile, “What do I do with you?” he says silently to himself. 

“I don’t know; maybe you can rip off my clothes and fuck me against the wall.” 

I had just said that… oh my, but Axel stared at me with darkened eyes; oh well, he was turned 

1. on. 

“You’ve gotten too much of Thane to know ripping up a girl’s dress isn’t very gentlemanly.” 

“He is a bad, bad influence on me,” I admitted, but with my voice all needy, it sounded more like a verbal foreplay. 

“As you wish,” Axel says, ripping off my clothes easily, leaving me bare; his eyes never left 

he took his off too just as quickly. 

me; 

1/2 

+25 BONUS 

“Are you ready?” 

“Fuck me already.” 

“Well, you aren’t very innocent after all,” and with that, he slammed into me; still, he gave me some time to settle to his size. Before he resumed pounding into me, I held onto him, my hands ruffling his jet black hair. His lips hungrily claimed my mouth, and I bit into his lips, drawing blood; a deep sound rumbled from his chest; his pace quickened; he supported my weights with his arms to avoid me from falling over; and then I came, taking him along. 

Our breaths came out in pants, a thin layer of swent covering our bodies. 

He picked me up, placing me on the couch, but I held onto him, kissing him more.