The Scorned Luna-Chapter 99: Punishment

He began to drag her along with him toward the private executive elevator, his stride long and furious. Sofia had to stumble slightly to keep up, her heels clicking rapidly against the pavement.

​"Alaric, let go! People are watching!" she whispered harshly, seeing Bianca and a dozen other girls staring with wide, hungry eyes.

​"Let them watch," he snapped, not slowing down for a second.

​He shoved the elevator button, the doors sliding open with a soft chime. He pulled her inside and slammed his hand against the button for the top floor. As the doors closed, cutting them off from the rest of the world, Alaric turned on her, pinning her against the mirrored wall of the lift.

​"What did he say to you?" Alaric demanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, feral tone. "What did Alexander say to make you blush like that?"

​The mirrored walls of the elevator vibrated with Alaric’s low, angry growl. Sofia felt the cold glass against her back and the searing heat of his body pressing into her front.

​"I don’t answer to anyone, Alpha Alaric," she snapped, her voice trembling not with fear, but with a defiance that set his blood on fire. "I’m a free being. Who I ride with is my business."

​Alaric let out a harsh, mocking scoff. He was going insane. In his long life, he had only allowed himself to feel this level of soul-deep possession twice: once for his late mate, and now for this—this feral, curvy goddess who seemed determined to tear his heart out. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

​He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her head up until her sea-blue eyes met his glowing emerald ones. "You belong to me, Sofia. Every inch of you. Every breath you take."

​Sofia rolled her eyes, a move so dismissive it nearly snapped his self-control. "In your dreams, Alpha."

​The elevator doors chimed and slid open. Alaric didn’t wait. He grabbed her arm and hauled her out, his boots thundering on the plush carpet as he dragged her toward his massive mahogany doors. He slammed them shut behind them, the heavy click of the lock echoing through the silent office.

​Before she could draw breath to scream, he had her pinned against the door, his weight crushing her. "I’ll ask you one more time," he hissed, his face inches from hers. "What did Alexander say to you?"

​Sofia saw the raw, unhinged jealousy in his eyes, and a twisted part of her wanted to feed the flames. "He said I was beautiful," she whispered, her voice dripping with provocation. "He said he wanted to know me. He said he liked my ’rounded ass’ and that I should call him because he knows how to treat a woman better than a brute who only knows how to growl."

​Alaric’s vision went red. The thought of Alexander’s hands on her—the thought of her smiling at another Alpha—tore through his restraint. "Is that so? You think this is a joke? You think that ’sex contract’ gives you the right to flaunt yourself to my rivals?"

​"It’s just a contract, Alaric!" she yelled back. "That’s all this is to me! Don’t pretend you care about anything else!"

​His heart sank at her words, the pain turning into a dark, volatile need. "If it’s just a contract, then you won’t mind the consequences of breaking the rules. I’m going to punish you, Sofia. First for being late, and second for making me want to kill a man just for looking at you."

​He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He spun her around with terrifying strength, slamming her chest down onto the edge of his cold desk.

​"What are you doing? Let me go!" Sofia gasped, her fingers clawing at the polished wood. "I’m not a child, Alaric! You can’t just—"

​Rip.

​With one brutal tug, he hiked her corporate skirt up to her waist. Her white G-string offered no protection as her rounded, creamy ass popped out into the air, glowing under the office lights. Alaric’s breath hitched in a pained groan at the sight of her curves.

​Whack!

​His large palm connected with her flesh in a stinging, loud smack. Sofia let out a sharp, strangled gasp, her toes curling into the carpet.

​"You don’t get into cars with other Alphas!" Alaric roared, his voice thick with lust and rage.

​Whack!

​"You don’t let them touch you!"

​He spanked her again, harder this time, the sound echoing through the room. Sofia was supposed to be angry. She was supposed to hate him. But as the sting bloomed into a deep, throbbing heat, she felt a treacherous throb between her legs. Her pussy was getting slick, her clit pulsing in time with the blows.

​"Is this what you want?" Alaric growled, his own cock hardening into a painful rod against his trousers. "You want to be punished? You want to be reminded who owns you?"

​He hooked two fingers into the side of her silk thong, jerking it aside. He didn’t hesitate; he shoved two thick, calloused fingers deep into her soaking wet heat.

​Sofia let out a loud, broken moan, her head falling back as she arched her spine. "Alaric... ah!"

​"You’re so wet for me," he rasped, his fingers pumping ruthlessly inside her while his other hand came down in one last, stinging smack against her reddened skin. "Say it, Sofia. Tell me who you belong to before I lose my mind and take you right here on this desk."

​The sting of his palm against her sensitized skin combined with the deep, rhythmic invasion of his fingers was a sensory overload that Sofia couldn’t fight. She was high on the adrenaline of their mutual rage.

​"I don’t... belong... to anyone!" she managed to gasp out, her voice breaking as she gripped the edges of the mahogany desk.

​Whack!

​Alaric’s hand came down one last time, leaving a vivid red mark on her trembling thigh. "Liar," he growled.

​He didn’t wait for her to recover. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over in one fluid, powerful motion, forcing her to sit on the edge of the desk. He shoved her legs wide apart, his eyes darkened to a near-black emerald as he took in the sight of her—flushed, panting, and completely exposed.

​With a feral snarl, he hooked his thumbs into the lace of her G-string and ripped it apart, throwing it to the floor. He dropped to his knees between her thighs, his massive shoulders blocking her view of anything but him.

​"If I can’t talk sense into you, I’ll taste it into you," he rasped.

​He grabbed her heavy, shapely legs and hoisted them up, draping them over his broad shoulders. Sofia gasped, feeling completely vulnerable as the cool office air hit her soaking wet core. Then, Alaric leaned in.

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