Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 30

30 Chapter 30 My mate but also my fucktoy (M)

He pinned me down harder while his fingers bruised my hips.

“Stay still, you little whore. Let me ruin you.”

Then he dove in fully, his tongue circling my clit in firm, punishing strokes. Up and down, side to side, sucking hard enough to make me yelp.

Each movement built on the last, coiling tension deep in my belly. I’d never felt anything like this–intimate, degrading, intoxicating.

Emotions flooded me: vulnerability at being so open to him, fury that he’d never see me as more than his enemy’s spawn, but also a wild, hateful pleasure that made me forget the world.

“Ahh! Ohh… ngh!” My moans grew louder, filling the room as he devoured me. His tongue dipped lower, probing my entrance, tasting my slickness with a growl. He groaned against me, the sound sending shivers up my spine.

“Taste like betrayal,” he muttered viciously. “Shaking like this…It feels so thrilling to break my enemy.”

I was his enemy, his mate, and his conquest. My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the dark strands, yanking hard in anger–but it only spurred him on. He sucked my clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and I lost control.

“Aahh! Mmm… ohh!” Moans poured from me, high–pitched and frantic, my body shaking uncontrollably.

He didn’t relent, adding a finger now–thrusting it roughly into my tightness. I gasped at the invasion, the sudden stretch burning. It hurt at first, but as he curled it upward, hitting a spot inside me that made fireworks explode, the pain twisted into dark bliss.

“Scream for me,” he demanded, voice muffled. “Hate me louder.”

A second finger joined, pumping in and out with no mercy while his mouth latched back onto my clit. The dual assault was too much–building, building, until I was teetering on the edge.

Emotions crashed over me: hatred pure and searing, submission forced by the bond, a fierce loathing that made the pleasure sharper.

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“Ahh! Ohh… ngh! Mmm!” My moans turned into cries, echoing off the walls. My thighs quivered around his head, my back arching off the sofa. He sped up, fingers thrusting deeper, tongue lashing relentlessly. The coil snapped.

I came with a scream, waves of ecstasy crashing through me, my vision blurring.

“Aaaahh!” It was endless, my body convulsing, slick gushing as he lapped it up greedily. He held me down through it, no praises, just a satisfied grunt.

As I came down, panting and spent, he rose up, wiping his mouth with a smirk. His eyes were feral, his erection straining against his pants.

“Pathetic,” he said, voice hoarse. “But I’m not done. Time to claim what’s mine.”

Fear spiked again–my first time, and he was so massive, so ruthless. But the aftershocks made me weak, the bond urging me into the abyss.

“Elias… you’ll hurt me,” I whispered, hating the plea in my voice.

He stripped quickly, his shirt hitting the floor, then his pants, revealing his thick, veined cock–hard and demanding.

“That’s the point.” He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing the head against my slick folds roughly. “Hate me while I fuck you senseless.”

He pushed in without warning, the head breaching me with a sharp burn. I winced, nails digging into his shoulders.

“Ahh… it hurts,” I whimpered, tears mixing with sweat.

“Take it,” he snarled, no soothing, just thrusting forward inch by inch. He gave no time to adjust, his control nonexistent. Emotions swirled: terror, resentment, a deep vulnerability at being impaled by my enemy. The bond throbbed, amplifying the pain into something addictive.

Halfway in, he slammed home in one brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out, “Ohh!“–agony blooming into a fuller, darker intensity. He stilled for a mocking second, then started moving–rough from the start, pulling out almost completely before pounding back in. Each thrust built a savage rhythm, no mercy,

The pain faded fast, replaced by unwanted pleasure as he hit that spot inside me again and again. I wrapped my legs around his waist despite myself, meeting his hips in hateful sync.

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“Ahh! Mmm… ohh!” My moans returned, louder now, mingling with his grunts. He fucked me harder, the sofa creaking under us, his hands pinning my wrists above my head like shackles.

It was brutal–bruising hips, deep thrusts that made my breasts bounce–but the hatred made it electric. Every savage stroke sent ecstasy spiraling through me, the bond turning loathing into lust.

“Fuck, so tight for a whore,” he groaned, pounding relentlessly. “Trembling again… my enemy but also my fucktoy.” His words stoked the fire, making me clench around him in spite.

I was lost in it–the slap of skin, the sweat–slick grind, the way he filled me with contemptuous force. Emotions overwhelmed: pure hatred, forced adoration, a fierce resentment that terrified me.

Another orgasm built, faster, my moans turning frantic. “Ngh! Ahh! Ohh!”

He reached between us, pinching my clit harshly, and I shattered again, clenching around his cock.

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