“Listen to that,” I sneered, rubbing circles over her clit. “So fucking wet for me.” I pinched her clit. “Youarea slut, Juliet. My dirty slut.”
Her hips bucked against my hand, and I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint on top of the welt from the whip. “Stay still,” I commanded, and she froze, though I could see the effort it took for her to obey.
I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right to make her cry out. Her cunt was tight and wet, clenching around my fingers as I fucked her with them. I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to take my cock now, Juliet. And remember to thank me for it.”
She whimpered, but I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I unbuckled my belt and freed my cock, already hard and throbbing with need. I positioned myself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, savoring the way her body resisted before giving way to me.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her tight pussy enveloped me. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust, each movement deliberate and punishing. Her cries filled the room, a symphony of pain and pleasure that drove me wild.
“Say it,” I demanded, slamming into her harder. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sobbed, her body trembling with the force of my thrusts.
“Again.”
“I’m yours!”
I continued to fuck her with brutal precision, my hands leaving bruises on her hips as I claimed her completely. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and I knew she was close.
“Come for me, Juliet,” I growled, reaching around to rub her clit. “Come for your Alpha.”
Her body stiffened, and she let out a strangled cry as she came, her cunt clenching around me like a vice. I didn’t stop fucking her through her orgasm until I felt my own release building.
With a roar, I buried myself deep inside her and came, filling her with my release. I stayed there for a moment, my forehead resting against her back as I caught my breath. Then I pulled out and stepped back, admiring the sight of her trembling form still bound to the cross, my cum trailing down her legs. I wiped myself off and pulled my pants up. Then I released her feet and wrists and caught her as she sagged. I carried her over to her bed and sat her downand walked away.
“Clean yourself up,” I ordered, tossing a towel at her feet. “And rememberthis, Juliet. You belong to me now. Forever. Oh, and thank your Alpha.”
She nodded weakly, her body still shaking as she tried to recover from what I’d done to her. Quietly, the words came out of her mouth. “Thank you, Alpha.”
I sent the cross back into the wall and shut and locked the door. A crew would perform equipment sanitization from the other side of the wall. Then I turned and walked away, leaving her alone in her cell to think about her place in my world.
But as I closed the door behind me, I couldn’t help but smile. She was mine now, body and soul. And I was going to enjoy every moment of breaking her completely.
Chapter 28
Juliet
Ihad been here several days, and I was no closer to finding my wolf. The shower had become a sanctuary and a torment, droplets striking like hot needles over the angry red marks left by Harrison’s torture. I winced, each stinging touch blurring the lines between pain and a confusing, shameful arousal. My hands had trembled as I traced the welts, caught in a whirlwind of hatred for him and desperate longing for Bronc. Pressing my forehead to the cool, unforgiving tiles, I had let my tears merge with the water, a silent acknowledgment of how utterly overwhelmed and trapped I felt. The mate bite on my neck had throbbed with a dull ache, echoing the inner turmoil that left me shaking on the floor, sobbing and clutching my knees in a storm of emotions I couldn’t escape.
The initial sting of leather on flesh, Harrison’s face hovering above mine with a sick pleasure, had ignited an immediate outrage—a defiant heat that pulsed within me as I’d reeled from the shock of his attack. I’d fought him, not only with the flailing of my body, but with the burning anger in my eyes. And then, damn him, he had me right where he wanted—bound to him, in more ways than one, the throb of his claim binding me tighter than any rope. The physical pain lingered, refusing to fade, and worse than that, the maddening thrill that simmered beneath my anger had left mefeeling guilty and torn apart. My mind swung wildly between the violation and the twisted desire he forced upon me, his power infuriating yet confoundingly, revoltingly compelling.
I’d touched each welt as if the motion could absolve me, my fingers trembling over the skin where the bruises met and overlapped, a vivid map of my confusion and shame. How much longer could I take it? His cruelty had burrowed under my skin, into my soul. And still, against my will, some awful piece of me longed for the danger he embodied. Was it the mark he left on my neck that kept me shackled to this impossible need? The bond? Or something more damaged and desperate within me? Something that reached out for connection no matter how it was given? I longed for release from the suffocating web that he spun, one that left me breathless and sobbing, yet craving and clinging.
What made it worse was how fiercely I had loved Bronc before any of this happened. I’d shown up in Dairyville, looking for nothing but space, and found so much more. He’d been like the clearest Texas sky, wide and limitless and full of possibilities I’d never imagined. The heat of our connection, wild and raw and right, had flared the moment we touched, a wildfire of mutual want that blazed hotter than anything I’d known. It was more than attraction. More than lust. It had been an anchor for a heart like mine, one that never knew where it belonged. When he offered his home, his pack, his bed, I thought the struggle was over.
But here I was. On a shower floor that wasn’t mine, in a life that I didn’t want. The walls of my cell closed in around me, each passing day growing tighter and more inescapable. When I left the compound, I truly thought I was doing the right thing. I’d free my mother and lead Bronc to Harrison. It seemed so easy. But I should have trusted him and his team to do the job. Why did I think I could do what they couldn’t? I always had only myself. But I knew better this time. I’m sorry, Bronc. So fucking sorry.
The reminder of my new mate bite pulsed relentlessly, a maddening echo that tied me to Harrison, even now. It forcedmy desire, like chains on my spirit. Was it the bond drawing out some darker part of me that I never knew was there? Would my relationship with Bronc ever have awakened that part of me too, or would he always have seen me as too young or too fragile? I sure hoped we'd get the chance to find out. His arms were the ones I longed for. His eyes were the ones I wanted to look into.
In the searing hot water and steam, Bronc’s words echoed back from before I left. “Little Wolf, we’ll find your mom. Please give us more time. Get some sleep my love. Be sure and eat enough.” He loved me. Maybe this was what I deserved. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror to see the mess that I’d become, to acknowledge the turmoil written across my features. The chaos that was Juliet, broken and desperate. Bound and brutalized. Falling apart.
In spite of it all, I clung to the hope of release, the hope of rescue, the hope of Bronc. I rocked and cried and hated myself. But at that moment, on the shower floor with water washing me away, it was the only thing I could do.
I stayed there on the shower floor, hugging my knees, my body racked with sobs that I could no longer hold back. Bronc’s face wavered in my memory, a cruel reminder of everything I’d lost, and of the strong arms I ached for as the hot water mingled with my tears. The memory had brought a bitter smile to my lips, and I let out a shuddering breath as a fresh wave of grief crashed over me. The mate bite tied me to Harrison. It ensured my compliance. It left me helpless, filled with a maddening guilt for the desire that kept my spirit in chains. I looked up at the ceiling, whispering a desperate prayer for a way out.
How was I ever going to escape him? The shame of wanting someone who hurt me, even when my body and mind screamed to run, knotted like a heavy chain around my neck. I couldn’t fight this. Couldn’t fight him. Even if Bronc tried to save me, would it matter? Was the bond Harrison forced upon me unbreakable? The questions ripped through me, tearing my soul into shreds as I satthere, the steam curling around like a thick fog, and the spray now turning lukewarm. There was no easy way out, no simple solution to this mess. It wasn’t only a physical prison, but an emotional one that held me tighter than any bindings ever could.
I wanted to believe in rescue, to believe that Bronc wouldn’t let this stand, but how much longer could I endure? My own thoughts circled like vultures, consuming what little hope remained. Even if I wanted Bronc more than my next breath, did he still want me after I messed things up by trying to rescue my mom on my own? Would he understand why I had to go?
