The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

MAYA

I woke up

with something hard pressed against my ass.

Not a knee. Not a random shift in the night.

Him.

Átila’s erection-thick, hot, pinned between my cheeks with nothing but fabric in the way.

My body reacted instantly. Heat pooled low in my belly. My breath caught, then sped up like I’d been running.

Behind me, he moved. His arm tightened around my waist, dragging me back until I was flush gainst him. A low, rough sound rumbled in his throat-half-asleep, half-warning.

shouldn’t have done it.

But I did.

arched and rolled my hips, grinding my ass into him on purpose. Slow. Teasing. Asking for more pressure without saying a word.

His breathing stopped.

The hand on my waist went rigid like he’d been struck awake.

‘Maya.” His voice came out hoarse. Heavy. Dangerous.

turned my head just enough to look at him.

His eyes were dark-locked on me like he’d already decided what he wanted.

‘Are you messing with me?” he asked, voice rough as gravel.

‘Maybe,” I said, without blinking.

That was all it took.

He flipped me onto my back with a force that stole my breath. One second I was pressed against him-next, he was over me, pinning me down like I weighed nothing,

His thighs nudged mine

apart.

And when his hips settled between my legs, I felt him there-hard, insistent, grinding against me through our clothes, right where I was already aching for him.

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He stared at my face like he was waiting for me to stop him.

For me to say no.

I lifted my hips and met him.

A sound tore out of him-low, raw, almost a growl.

His hands grabbed the hem of my dress and yanked. The fabric gave way, and cold air hit hard enough to make me gasp.

my skin

His mouth found my breast, and he bit down just enough to make my whole body jolt-then sucked, relentless, like he was claiming me with every pull of his lips.

I moaned. Loud.

His hand slid lower, rough and impatient, stripping me down in one brutal motion. Then his fingers found me-already slick, already desperate-and he didn’t go easy.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice thick. “You’re soaked.”

He pulled his hand away and I whimpered at the loss-until he shifted, undoing his own pants with a sharp, frustrated movement.

He was big. Thick. Veins standing out.

And when he positioned himself between my legs, the weight of him-just the stomach flip.

His gaze met mine again.

“It’s

gonna hurt,” he warned, jaw tight like it cost him to say it.

“I don’t care,” I whispered.

He pushed in.

presence-made my

The stretch stole the air from my lungs. I froze, eyes wide, gripping his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping me anchored to the world.

He held himself still above me, shaking with restraint, his face twisted with effort.

“Breathe,” he ordered.

I forced a deep breath in.

The sharpness eased-slowly turning into a heavy, full pressure that made my toes curl. I shifted under him, trying to adjust, trying to take him.

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He pulled back just a little… then eased in again.

Slower this time.

Careful-like he was fighting the part of him that wanted to take everything at once.

It stopped hurting.

It started burning in the best way.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Please.”

His eyes flashed.

Then he moved.

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A deep thrust that punched a sound out of me-something between a gasp and a broken cry. Stars sparked behind my eyelids.

He set a rhythm-harder, faster-his body slick with sweat over mine, his thighs slapping against my skin, his breath rough in my ear.

The pressure inside me built like a wildfire. A tight coil winding hotter and hotter in my belly, spreading through my whole body until I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak-just moan his name, yes, more, please-

He shifted the angle, driving deeper, and suddenly everything snapped.

Pleasure ripped through me-violent and total-shattering me from the inside out. My back arched off the ground. My legs trembled. I cried out like I couldn’t hold it in even if I wanted to.

My body clenching around him pushed him over the edge.

Átila buried his face in my neck, teeth closing at the junction of my shoulder-not a full mark, not a bite meant to claim forever…

But possessive.

Like a warning,

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