Chapter 95: Mistress

​”Sofia! Stop!” Alaric’s voice was right behind her. He lunged, his hand catching her wrist and spinning her around.

“Let me go!” she screamed, finally ripping the diamonds from her neck. She reached for the necklace, her fingers shaking with rage. She finally ripped the diamonds off and threw them at his chest.

“Take them!” she cried. “Take the ’loaned’ jewelry and your ’loaned’ dress! I’m returning them right now!”

Alaric caught the necklace, looking completely confused. “Returning them? Sofia, these were a gift.”

“A gift?” Sofia laughed, and it sounded like she was breaking. “The note said they were a loan! It said I shouldn’t embarrass you with my ’rags.’ Well, here! Take your property back!”

Alaric’s face turned dark. “I didn’t write any note. I bought those for you. I told Bianca to send them to you with a message telling you how beautiful you’d look.” He stopped, realization hitting him. Bianca. She had switched the note to hurt Sofia.

But Sofia was too angry to care. She shoved him as hard as she could. “I don’t care! I don’t want anything from you!”

She turned to run, but Alaric moved like lightning. He slammed his hand against a tree right next to her head, trapping her.

“Get off me!” she hissed, hitting his chest. They struggled, their bodies rubbing together in the dark. She tried to push past him, but her heel caught on a tree root. She gasped as she fell back into the thick, soft grass, and Alaric fell right on top of her.

“Get off!” she choked out.

“No,” Alaric growled. He pinned her wrists above her head. The anger from the whole day was boiling over. He looked at her with eyes that glowed green in the dark. “I can’t stay away from you, Sofia… you messed me up.”

He crashed his lips onto hers. It wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was hard and tasted like salt and blood. Sofia bit his lip, but he didn’t stop. He groaned, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

“I hate you,” she gasped, but her legs were already wrapping around his waist, pulling his heavy body closer to hers.

“I hate how much I want you,” he rasped back. He reached down and gripped the silk of the gown. With one powerful tug, the expensive fabric tore open, exposing her skin to the cold night air.

He didn’t use any gentleness. He reached between her legs, his fingers finding her already wet and ready.

“You’re soaking wet,” he growled, his voice full of mockery and anger. “After all those talks, after that slap… look at you. You’re ready for me.”

“I’m not!” Sofia lied, her breath hitching as his fingers moved roughly inside her. “I hate you, Alaric! Get off me!”

“Then why are you like this?” he hissed, leaning down until his nose brushed hers. “Why is your body screaming for me if you hate me so much? You’re a liar, Sofia.”

He tried to kiss her, but she twisted her head away. “Don’t kiss me! Don’t you dare kiss me!” He let out a loud, animal growl. He unzipped his trousers with shaking hands, his breath coming in short, hot pants.

“Look at me,” he commanded, grabbing her chin. “Tell me you don’t feel this.”

He drove into her in one deep, violent push. Sofia’s eyes went wide, and she let out a loud, broken moan that was half pain and half pure pleasure. He was so big, stretching her until she thought she might break.

“You’re an asshole,” she sobbed, her nails digging deep into the muscles of his back, drawing blood.

“And you’re mine,” he countered. He began to move, his hips slamming against hers with a savage force. Every thrust made the ground feel like it was shaking. He wasn’t trying to be careful; he was trying to claim her.

The sex was loud and raw. The only sounds in the garden were the wet slaps of their skin hitting each other and their angry curses.

“Is this what you wanted?” Alaric hissed, his pace becoming faster and more brutal. “To push me until I snapped?”

“Yes!” she screamed, her head hitting the grass as her body began to shake. “Fuck you, Alaric! Just… don’t stop!”

Every time he thrust, he cursed. “You think… you can dance… with Silas?” Thud. “You think… you can use me… for revenge?” Thud.

Sofia wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Shut up!” she screamed back, her pleasure rising into a painful, beautiful peak. “Just keep going! Fuck me, Alaric!”

With a frustrated growl, she grabbed Alaric’s shoulders and pulled him down. She flipped him over, her movements frantic and wild. She sat up, the torn blue silk falling away, and she lowered herself onto his glistening cock.

It was covered in her wetness, sliding in so deep that they both let out a loud, pained moan.

“God, you’re so tight,” Alaric cursed, his hands reaching up to grab her ass. He squeezed her hard, his fingers marking her skin. “You fit me perfectly, you little traitor. You’re good… too fucking good.”

Sofia began to ride him, her eyes wide and defiant. She bounced on him, her hips grinding against his with a savage rhythm. “I’m not yours!” she gasped, even as she leaned down to bite his shoulder. “I’m nobody’s!”

“Liar!” Alaric roared. He reached up and unzipped the rest of her dress, pulling it down so her breasts were bare in the moonlight. He grabbed one, squeezing it before pulling her nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth nipping at her until she arched her back and screamed his name into the trees.

He pulled her down into a tight hug, his massive arms wrapping around her like a cage. He sat up slightly, holding her against his chest while he continued to thrust up into her. The friction was intense, raw, and wet.

“You’re a mess, Sofia,” he hissed into her ear, his breath hot. “Look at how you’re taking me. You’re nothing but a hungry little thing. You want this as much as I do.”

“I hate you!” she cried out, her head falling onto his shoulder as she felt her body reaching the edge. “I hate you so much, Alaric!”

“Then why are you still on me?” he mocked, his pace getting faster, more brutal. “Why don’t you get off? You can’t. Because you need this. You want to be mine. Why don’t you just accept it? Accept that you’re going to be mine, and I’m going to have you whenever and wherever I want.”

He whispered the next words. “Be mine, Sofia. Let me have you like this every night.”

The word hit Sofia like a bucket of ice water. To her she felt Alaric was still talking about her being his mistress.

She scrambled off him, her movements jerky and cold. The heat of the moment had died instantly. She ignored her shaking hands and began to pull her torn dress up, trying to cover her bare skin.

Alaric sat up, his chest still heaving, his hair a mess. He looked at her, his eyes still glowing with that dark, intense light. “Sofia, wait. Listen to me,” he rasped, reaching out to touch her arm. “Be my woman. Stay with me, and I will protect you from everyone. Bianca, nobody will touch you.”

Sofia flinched away from his hand, her eyes flashing with hurt and anger. “No,” she said, her voice sharp. “I am not going to be your mistress, Alaric. Never. I am not some secret you get to keep in a drawer and take out when you’re horny.”

Alaric frowned, looking confused. He didn’t want her as a mistress; in his mind, he was asking her to be his, to let him claim her fully. But his pride was too high, and his words were too clumsy. He didn’t realize she thought he was offering her a shameful back-street deal.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” he stepped toward her, his voice deep and commanding. “Money, clothes, safety. Anything. Just stop fighting me.”

Sofia looked at him and realized the position she was in. She was a twenty-year-old with nothing. She was late for work, she had just slapped the Alpha, and she had no allies. If she walked away now, she would be crushed by his power—or by the world’s cruelty.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, her heart turning to stone. If he wanted a mistress, fine. She would use him just as much as he used her.

“Fine,” she said, her voice cold and hollow. “You want me to be your mistress? Fine. I will be. But let’s be clear, Alaric. This is just a contract. No feelings attached. We fuck, and in exchange, you protect me. You make sure Bianca can’t touch me, and you keep me safe from Damien.”

Alaric winced at her words. The “no feelings” part stung more than the slap she had given him earlier. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, that he wanted more, but the cold look in her eyes stopped him. He had built this wall himself, and now he was trapped on the other side.

“A contract,” he repeated, his jaw tightening. “If that’s how you want to play it.”

“It’s the only way I’ll survive you,” Sofia replied. She turned her back on him, zipped what was left of her dress, and began to walk away, leaving him alone in the dark garden.

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