The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 117: Wants me as even as Raymond
Oliver’s POV
"Why do you care, Raymond? You said you only wanted one thing from me. Why come all this way if you’re so busy?"
I paused, my back still to her.
"I did what I did out of sympathy, Aurora," I said coldly. "It wasn’t special. I would’ve done the same for any woman who called me in that state. Don’t flatter yourself."
The lie tasted like poison. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to turn around and tell her the truth, but I forced my feet to move toward the door. I had to get out. I had to become Oliver again.
I didn’t even make it to the handle.
I felt her move—fast, despite her injury. Before I could react, her arms wrapped around my waist from behind. She pressed her cheek against the leather of my jacket, just like she had last night... when I was the King. The warmth of her body seeped through the layers of my clothes, and for a second, my heart skipped a beat.
"Let go, Aurora," I growled, though the command lacked its usual bite.
"No," she muffled against my back. "You’re lying. You wouldn’t have come all that way, fought off those men, and carried me up here if I was just ’anyone’ to you."
"You don’t know me," I snapped, grabbing her wrists to pry her off. "You have no idea what I’m capable of or why I do the things I do. Now, let go before I lose my patience."
"Then show me!" she shouted, stepping around to face me, her eyes red-rimmed but defiant. "You act like this monster, this cold-hearted Dom who only wants to fuck me, but your hands were shaking when you saw me bleed. Why are you so determined to make me hate you?"
"Because you should hate me!" I roared, the frustration of the double life finally boiling over. I stepped into her space, looming over her, my green lenses inches from her face. "I’m not your King, Aurora. I don’t give gifts and write love letters. I take what I want. I’m the beast you should be running from, not clinging to."
"Then why am I still standing here?" she challenged, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Why haven’t you taken what you want and left?"
The air between us was thick, charged with a tension that was about to snap. I could smell her—the salt of her tears, the faint scent of roses, and the heat of her skin. My wolf was clawing at my insides, demanding I claim her, mask or no mask.
"Because you’re a distraction I don’t need," I hissed.
"Liar," she whispered.
She reached up, her fingers trembling as she brushed the edge of my mask. I should have pulled away. I should have walked out the door and never looked back. But when her eyes searched mine—really searched them—I lost the battle.
I lunged forward, my hand tangling in her hair as I crashed my lips against hers. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t the sweet, worshipful kiss of a King. It was hungry, desperate, and possessive—the kiss of a man who had been starving for the woman in his arms. She let out a small gasp against my mouth, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let out a soft moan and pulled me closer, her fingers clutching the front of my black shirt.
Every time her tongue brushed against mine, a jolt of electricity shot straight to my gut. My wolf was howling, clawing inside, demanding I mark her right here on this floor. I wanted to rip this black shirt off and feel her skin against mine, but the logical part of my brain—the King’s part—was screaming a warning.
I forced myself to pull back, my chest heaving as I gasped for air.
"I have to go," I rasped, my voice sounding more like a growl than actual words.
"No," she breathed, her eyes dark with a hunger that mirrored my own. She didn’t let go. Instead, she reached down, her small, nimble fingers fumbling for the zipper of my black jeans.
Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through my arousal.
Shit. If she got those pants open, if she saw me—really saw my cock—it was over. She’d spent enough time with Oliver to recognize the curve of my hip, the scar on my thigh, the very weight of me. I couldn’t let her touch me there. Not as Raymond.
I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her sides with a strength that was probably a bit too much, but I was desperate.
"Don’t," I hissed, leaning into her space until our foreheads touched.
"Why not?" she challenged, her breath hot against my lips. "You said you wanted me. Well, here I am."
My jaw tightened. I needed a way out. I needed a reason to keep myself covered, to keep the lights off, to keep her from seeing the truth. My mind raced, landing on the only thing that would make sense for a man like the one she thought I was.
"You don’t get it, Aurora," I growled, my green lenses boring into hers. "I’m a Dom. I don’t just ’have sex.’ If I’m going to fuck a woman, she has to be completely under my control. She has to be helpless."
I watched her eyes, expecting to see the flicker of fear that would give me an excuse to leave.
"That means you’ll be bound," I continued, my voice dropping to a dangerous, low crawl. "And you’ll be blindfolded. You won’t see me. You won’t move unless I tell you to. You’ll be nothing but a body for my pleasure."
I waited for her to push me away, to call me a monster and tell me to get out. Instead, her pupils dilated until her eyes were almost entirely black. She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine.
"Do it," she whispered, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "Bind me. Blindfold me. I don’t care. Just... don’t leave me tonight."
My heart hammered against my ribs. I had tried to scare her, and all I’d done was light a fuse that I wasn’t sure I could blow out.
My wolf purred in triumph, thrilled by her submission, even as the King inside me realized I was walking right into a trap of my own making.
"Fine," I rasped, my grip tightening on her wrists as I led her toward the bed.
