“I own every inch of you, the very breath in your lungs.” To illustrate my point, I flexed my fingers, making him splutter, his face going red as the seconds ticked by without critical oxygen. “You’remyomega.”
My words sounded too close to a confession, reverent in a way that was unsettling even to my own ears, but they felt true nonetheless.
I was tired of circling Joon from the sidelines.
It was time that he admitted what I already knew, that heneededme.
“That’s not true,” he wheezed once I loosened my grip, trying to sound assertive. Unfortunately, the severe lack of surety in his voice undercut his message.
“Doesn’t sound untrue—” I started, breaking off into a snarl as Joon’s booted foot stomped onto my toes.
I only loosened my grip for a second in surprise, but it was long enough for Joon to wiggle out of my weakened grasp. The omega took off in a sprint, trying desperately to put as much space between us as possible, but I was done playing games.
Joon was mine, and it was time that he started fucking acting like it.
He made it a couple of turns before he collided, hard, with the mirrored wall. My long legs made his misstep fatal, hand forgoing the obvious choice of snatching at the omega’s hair—the long pink tendrils of the wig he wore wouldn’t hold up to a grab like that—and instead catching his shoulder, shoving him hard onto the ground as I bared down on him.
Joon flew forward, catching himself on his hands before his face could make contact with the dirty floor, hissing at the scrape of his knees.
I stood over him, looking down at his crumpled body as he turned his head to look up at me angrily. But his eyes weren’t what drew my attention, the curve of his ass was visible over the hem of his rucked-up skirt a tempting morsel that I wanted to claim.
“Light check,” I grunted, pushing the sleeves of my hooded sweatshirt up to my elbows, revealing a heavy scrawl of black ink against pale flesh.
The defiant glint in his eyes warned that Joon considered disobeying my request.
An urge that I craved to bend until he shattered completely, leaving nothing but a needy, begging mess of an omega in its wake. A broken doll that even Indi couldn’t restore to its former glory.
“Are you fucking deaf?” I snarled. My foot made contact with Joon’s head, pressing it towards the floor with a growl that had abark lingering just on the edges of my repeated demand. “Light check.”
“Green,” he gasped clearly, barely concealing the breathy moan in his voice.
“Good boy,” I praised, the softness gone as quickly as it came.
I dragged my boot from his cheek along his shoulder and down his spine. Lifting my foot away, I used the top of my shoe to rub between the omega’s legs, nudging at his cock through skimpy underwear with my rough laces.
Joon’s thighs tensed with the effort not to collapse, and though from this angle I couldn’t see it, the thigh of his back told me that his cock was twitching at the contact, his jaw clamped tightly shut as muscles clenched and unclenched needily.
I drew away, using the same booted foot to kick his thighs further apart.
“Roll over.”
The omega tried and failed to fight me, holding steady for a few moments before giving way, his back meeting the cold floor with a soft huff.
“Bossy,” he whispered breathlessly.
It wasn’t lost on me that he kept his legs splayed open, as though he was begging for another whisper of stimulation.
“Perhaps so,” I conceded, eyes trailing his slender frame.
Joon’s tanned legs went on for miles, longer than his torso until they met at the apex of his thighs. I used my foot to flip his skirt up, the fabric resting against his abdomen and revealing a pair of pink lace panties straining to contain his rigid, leaking cock.
I licked my lips at the sight of the dark, wet patch near where the head of his cock rested, precum glistening through the tiny scrap of fabric like a beacon for just how deeply he enjoyed being thrown around.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. The fact was undeniable as I bore down on him, mind already jumping ahead to watching his mascara run as I fucked him into oblivion.
But notyet.
“Take it out,” I demanded.
