I wish I were a good omega and could actually enjoy this, but I can’t. It’s like my body is just a thing for this alpha to play with. A new toy to try out, and there’s nothing I can do but stand here and take it.
“Such a pretty thing,” he murmurs, his face so close I can feel the heat of his breath. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that feels more threatening than a shout. “Tell me, little omega…are you a virgin?”
The question is so crude, so invasive, that I can’t help but flinch.
But when I don’t answer, Bruce’s grip on my ass tightens, a painful warning. “Marcus promised me an untouched mate,” he says, his tone still deceptively calm. “Look at me.”
My head snaps up, taking in the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze.
“I asked you a question, omega.” His eyes narrow. “I’m a reasonable man. I don’t need you to be completely untouched, but I do expect to be the first alpha to knot you.”
Revulsion twists hard in my stomach.
I understand that omegas are nothing to most alphas.We’re a burden to our parents, then a mere body to be claimed by a mate, but the sheer degradation of this man’s words paralyzes me.
I can’t speak.
I can only stare at him, my eyes wide with horror.
Mr. Sterling’s expression hardens, the pretense of patience vanishing. “Answer me,” he orders, his voice losing its softness, becoming a sharp, uncompromising command of an alpha. “Are. You. A. Virgin?”
The authority in his voice shatters what little will I have left. My body obeys, and a single word tears from my throat. “Yes.”
A slow, wide smile spreads across Mr. Sterling’s face, a look of pure, triumphant satisfaction. It’s the look of a predator that has just confirmed its prey is exactly as weak as it hoped. He visibly relaxes, his grip on me softening ever so slightly.
“Good,” he breathes, his eyes gleaming. “You and I are going to be very, very happy together.”
I nod, trying to smile, but tears prick the back of my eyes, betraying how I really feel.
Please, don’t cry,I silently beg myself.Father would be livid if he knew I cried.
“You smell so sweet.” Mr. Sterling leans down, blocking out the rest of the room. His face fills my vision, then all of a sudden, his mouth is on mine.
His lips are hard and demanding, crushing me, but before I can adjust to what’s happening, his tongue pushes deep into my mouth. Everything he’s doing feels so strange.
I freeze, not sure what I’m supposed to do, but Mr. Sterling doesn’t seem bothered that I’m not moving.
“So fucking good,” he rumbles, then he tilts his head to one side, continuing to kiss me.
I stay still for him, my mouth wide open and arms hanging limp at my sides.
I’ve never kissed anyone before, and this is all so weird and sudden.
Am I even doing it right?
Do I even like it?
If I’m honest, it feels kind of violating, almost scaring me, but the desperate need to please holds me in place. But then, Mr. Sterling starts sucking, pulling my tongue into his mouth.
The urge to recoil hits me hard.
My tongue pulls hard at the back of my throat, and it takes everything in me not to gag. This is all so gross.
“Goddamn, omega.” Mr. Sterling pushes forward, forcing me backward until the backs of my legs hit the hard edge of my father’s desk.
I feel his alpha cock grind into my belly, a hard, insistent pressure that makes my stomach turn. He growls long and hard into my mouth, the sound vibrating straight through me.
And to my utter horror, my body responds.
