Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina) novel Chapter 77

(Katerina's POV)

My eyes fell on his face as I stepped through the door. He didn't seem that menacing and yet I knew what he was capable of.

"Hey," he said casually. "How was your drive?"

"Uh, it wasn't too bad," I said softly. I was too full of anticipation to make small talk.

For a moment we were silent and he looked into my eyes. Then, very slowly and deliberately, he reached out and grabbed my neck. Squeezing tightly, he pushed me backwards until the back of my head hit the wall. I whimpered, just the slightest bit.

He brought his face towards mine and kissed me, hard. He invaded my mouth with his tongue, still holding me against the wall by my neck. For a moment we stayed like that, with me trapped between the wall and the rough grip of his hand, trying my best to fight back with my own tongue but knowing I was outmatched. Then slowly, he pulled away.

Gently, he removed his hand from my neck and trailed his hand upwards into my hair. Then with a quick and unexpected forcefulness, he tangled his fingers into my hair at the top of my skull and yanked me down and began dragging me towards the living room.

Obediently, I trailed behind him by my hair. We had barely made it into the living room when I was shoved backwards again, this time so I stumbled backwards and my ass hit the couch cushion. With a ragged breath that I can only describe as a snarl, he roughly yanked his pants off with the hand that wasn't still brandishing a tangle of my hair and then jerked my head towards his already hard cock, expectantly.

I was happy to oblige. I licked my lips quickly and swallowed the hard cock in front of me whole. I felt completely right with that cock between my lips, and as he began to pull my head up and down by my hair, I would've smiled if I hadn't been choking on his dick.

He clearly had no intentions of playing gently tonight. He was forcing my head on and off of his cock like I was nothing more than a sex doll, which I supposed at that point, I wasn't.

He reached into my shirt and I felt a hand roughly grabbing at my nipples. First, he'd go for one, then the other, pinching each one gradually a little harder and harder until I cried out. He'd release them, and as I bobbed up and down on his cock he would suddenly pinch them both agonizingly hard just to hear me scream around the dick in my mouth.

"Open up." Sucking in a deep breath where I could, around the appendage down my throat, I obliged and opened my mouth a little further. He slammed my face down hard, so that the head of his cock was tickling the back of my throat and I was kissing his pubic bone. He held me there, and I was grateful I'd been wise enough to get some air when I had.

The seconds ticked by as the air in my lungs began to feel more and more stale, and because of the position of his cock in my throat, I was unable to breathe in through my nose even if I tried. I reached out and began pushing on his thighs, hoping he'd let up, even if just an inch, so I could draw in a breath. All I got was a growled "no" in response and I tried not to panic, as the instinctual response to running out of air would've been.

Right when I began to seriously worry I might pass out, he yanked me back off, allowing even the head of his cock to leave my lips, and I sucked in air. I had only a brief moment of calm.

His hands began to tangle in my hair again.

" I love sucking your cock," I told him, looking up into his eyes.

After a while, I felt the pressure of his cock up against my pussy lips and I moaned quietly. He began to plow in and out of my cunt, I couldn't help from moaning with each rough thrust, and eventually he applied both of his hands to roughly grabbing and smacking my ass.

First it was mostly single slaps on both sides, and I would cry out in pain, but then he began to slap one side four, five, six times in a row in quick succession before the pain had time to subside. At this I screamed into the beanbag chair that was suffocating me, and I heard him grunt and I felt him fuck me even harder.

"Whose property are you?" he asked me, pounding my cunt mercilessly.

"I'm Kol's property," I answered, voice pathetically muffled by the fabric of the chair.

"Whose fucking property are you?" he asked again, words punctuated with a smack on my ass.

"Yours!" I cried out, in pain and passion.

"That's fucking right," he grunted.