Chapter 2 — Chapter 2

Such was my first love... I chuckled to myself — and why did I even remember it? I was sitting by the window in a café, trying to figure out, over a cup of coffee, at what point in my life I had taken a wrong turn.

I sighed heavily. I'm a lawyer at a small firm. Papers, more papers, an eight-hour workday... and unrelenting boredom, only broken by workouts at the gym. I decided to work on myself, realizing I couldn't always defend myself, and enrolled in self-defense classes.

The coach, seeing my potential, took a keen interest in me, not forgetting to fuck me periodically in the locker room, despite being married. I didn't resist: I didn't want a serious relationship, and my body needed release.

I sighed again. Lunch was almost over, and I had to get back. Finishing my coffee, I stood up and, lost in thought, bumped into a waitress carrying an order to a customer. The tray tipped over onto the nearest table, and splashes from the broken cup hit the man sitting there.

"What the fuck?!" came an angry growl. There was an animalistic edge to the man's voice.

Fear twisted my stomach. I swallowed hard.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," I whispered, looking at the man.

There was something predatory about his face. Huge, with silver hair, he cut me with his steel-colored eyes and suddenly seemed to sniff the air. I couldn't move — he had captured my attention. An adult version of Victor. The same gaze, but with a larger body, wrapped in taut muscles, and stylishly arranged hair.

"You'll owe me." The man quickly wrote something on a business card and handed it to me. "You'll pay for the dry cleaning and buy me a coffee."

"Yes, of course," I stammered and rushed out of the café.

I didn't understand what had happened. I wasn't usually afraid of strange men, but now an animalistic terror gripped my entire body...

Immersed in work, I successfully forgot about the incident. Friday was smoothly approaching lunch. I had cleared all the backlogs, and now only minor tasks remained. With a clear conscience, I went to the café for lunch.

As soon as I sat down at the table, the man appeared opposite me.

"You didn't call," he suddenly declared.

I flinched and looked up.

"Sorry, I was busy with work," I mumbled, looking for an escape route.

"Stay put, I won't hurt you." He was overpowering me with his energy. I froze and obediently stayed seated. "You owe me dinner after work today. I'll wait for you by the entrance to your anthill," he nodded towards the office skyscraper where I worked.

"Okay," was all I could manage.

The man stood up and left, and I remained seated, trying to understand why he scared me so much...

I forced myself to eat lunch and returned to the office. The day seemed to fly by unusually fast. When I came to, the clock showed five minutes to six.

Gathering my things, I waited until the bosses closed their office and went downstairs. Mindlessly passing through the turnstile, I saw him leaning against a luxury car in the parking lot. I flinched and was about to run, but the man's gaze pinned me to the spot and forced me to walk towards him.

"Please." He opened the car door and, seating me in the back, sat beside me. There was a driver at the wheel. "You don't need to be afraid of me. As long as you're obedient, everything will be fine. I'm a busy man, I don't have time for courtship or persuasion... I like you. And I want you to be mine," the man threw me off balance.

All I could do was look at him in fear.

"Why me?"

"I like you. You can't be my wife, but you can be my permanent mistress."

"Just like that?" I tried to shake off his influence, but he was overpowering me, stripping me of the will to resist.

"Absolutely. An apartment, a penthouse, full support, reasonable whims. You'll quit your job, and forget about the coach. And the classes," he said dryly.

"Why?" I protested.

"Because I won't tolerate cheating," he growled, scaring me even more.

"I don't want to," I desperately resisted.

"You have no choice," the man cut me off. "The landlord has already been called, and your things are in my penthouse. The staff has arranged everything. You need to update your wardrobe, throw away all those cheap rags."

"What? What are you doing?!" I cried out, shaking off his hands, which were already possessively stroking my knees.

I managed to break free from the strange influence and now looked at the stranger with indignation.

"Hmm, this is even more interesting," the man smiled contentedly. "I like that you've stopped being afraid of me, so I definitely won't back down."

***

From that day on, everything in my life changed.

I quit my job — why would I need it when a stack of banknotes was already on my table in the morning, and a personalized card a month later? He stopped pressuring me, but every night he had rough sex with me, dominating me over and over again... And the longer it went on, the more pleasure I got from it.

Sex with him was pure madness, driving me out of my mind. He skillfully brought me to orgasm and only then thrust inside me. I wanted him more and more, not even looking at others. Attachment quickly turned into addiction...

My emotions amused him. And I couldn't shake the feeling that he simply had none.

But I was content with such a life...

Six months later, I firmly demanded a motorcycle — my long-time dream.

"Sure, kitten," he just nodded. He was sitting in his office, shuffling through documents.

I was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. No underwear. Just the way he liked... The man inhaled sharply, and I stepped towards him, pulling off my clothes as I moved.

"On the table," he commanded, pushing the documents aside.

I climbed onto the table and, leaning closer to him, swayed my breasts.

"Not like that. Show me yourself," the man growled.

I carefully lay on my back and spread my legs. He loved to watch me touch myself. He got aroused by my actions... I slowly ran my palm over my stomach and down to my folds. With one finger, I parted them, circled my clit, and dipped into the already hot depths of my pussy, yearning for his touch...

Kevin loosened his tie knot, then tossed it aside and literally tore off his shirt. Buttons scattered and jingled on the table and floor. Suddenly, he stopped my hand with a moan, brought it to his lips, and with a growl licked my fingers. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, and pressed his face to my folds, his hot breath washing over them. Ferociously licking them, he only increased the pace, making me scream from the overwhelming orgasm. With a sudden thrust, he filled me completely and started moving sharply. Overwhelmed by pleasure, I lost my voice and convulsed in sweet agony. He came only after my second orgasm — with a moan and a face twisted in passion.

It seemed to me that the only way to influence Kevin was through my body...

Stacy

Two years ago, we had been together for a month.

We were growing more distant from each other.

Two months ago, he hit me for the first time. He slapped me because a man nearby was showing me attention. Grabbing my arm, Kevin took me home, and there, turning me to face him, he slapped me hard.

"You're mine. Only mine," the man insisted. "Don't respond to any attention — I'll kill you." He kissed me, painfully gripping my throat.

The sex was rough, without foreplay. He tore off my delicate lace underwear and entered me with one sharp thrust, just turning me around and pinning me against the wall. He fucked me with all his might, kissing and biting my back and shoulders.

"You're a fucking cat, a whore's daughter... Mine. Only mine," he growled, continuing to torment me.

All I could do was sob. I tried to relax to lessen the pain of the dry intrusion.

After he came, he pulled out and silently left me to slide down the wall and writhe in pain on the floor. I lay there and cried quietly, afraid he would come back. But he was gone for two days...

Security wouldn't let me leave the house — now they were guarding the entrance to the penthouse around the clock. The men silently blocked my way, forcing me to return.

He came back. Entering the room, he loomed over me as I sat in the chair. I closed my eyes and froze. Kevin took my chin, closely examining the aftermath of our encounter.

"It's healed well." He ran a finger over my cracked lip from the slap and gruffly ordered, "Undress!"

"Let me go..." I quietly pleaded, not moving.

"No," he cut me off instantly. "In three months, I'm marrying a good, proper girl from a powerful family. I won't have the kind of sex with her that we have. So you're staying here, but I forbid you to leave. I don't want anyone to know about you. I told them we broke up... But I'm not ready. Your sweet holes are so tempting... You smell so delicious..." Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to him and kissed me — forcefully, painfully tormenting my lips. The healed skin cracked again — Kevin licked the blood and moaned. "Impossibly sweet, my wild cat..."

With one move, he tore my dress, then dealt with my underwear and threw me onto the bed.

From that day on, I was forbidden to leave the penthouse. Kevin could arrive at any moment, and as soon as the front door slammed, I had to greet him naked. I no longer desired Kevin as a man. He forced me to come, entering my already wet pussy.

***

He was gone again for two days. I felt sick from the morning. My head was spinning, I was nauseous, and I barely made it to the bathroom in time. Collapsing onto the floor once more, I snapped out of it. It hit me. I frantically emptied the contents of the medicine cabinet and found pregnancy tests in it.

First, second, third, fifth... All with damn two lines!

I'm a prisoner in this house, now pregnant by a monster... Tears streamed down my cheeks.

His absence gave me the chance to realize I was in deep... Escape was impossible, but a chance might appear if the regime was loosened. After all, I was carrying his child...

Today, for some reason, I was sure he would come, so I dressed in the most seductive thing that was still intact, set the table, and waited, hoping he would remember my birthday.

The wait dragged on. After a couple of hours, I fell asleep in the chair. I couldn't even call him. My phone was taken away immediately, and there were no means of communication left in the house. They cut off everything except the TV—even the internet was gone. The only way to contact someone was through the guards, but they were forbidden to talk to me...

The door suddenly slammed loudly. I jolted awake. He approached me with unsteady steps. My heart clenched with fear, and a premonition of disaster washed over me from head to toe like icy water. It seemed I even stopped breathing, hoping Kevin wouldn't touch me.

"Where's my kitty?... Where are you?... Ahhh... There you are!" I heard his drunken voice. "Dressed up for me? What's the occasion?" He moved toward me, his bloodshot eyes boring into mine.

"My birthday..." I sobbed quietly.

"My kitty's birthday?... Sorry, I forgot." He loomed over me and suddenly sniffed. "What's that stink on you?! Whose scent is mixed with yours?!" The man grabbed me by the throat and lifted me from the chair.

I clung to his arms, trying to pry them open.

"I'm alone here, you know that... Let go... I'm pregnant with your child. You're killing me..." I gasped, going limp in his iron grip.

"What?! You whore! You couldn't get pregnant by me! I'm a damn Alpha! Only a true mate can bear my child!" Kevin threw me back into the chair and growled, "Guards—those bastards! They've been fucking you on the side... I'll kill them!"

He slapped me across the face, and I lost consciousness.

***

I woke up to being mercilessly fucked. Kevin was literally tearing me apart with his cock and fingers, growling some nonsense about the Alpha and true mate.

"Scream, bitch, scream!" He wrapped my hair around his fist and slammed my head against the floor, smashing my face. "Your blood smells even sweeter to me now! I'll fuck your bastard out of you!"

I screamed as long as I could, feeling him break every bone in my body... Then I weakened, passing out from the pain.