10
Lucia
My eyes blink open to a dark ceiling. The basement is colder than before, or maybe it feels that way because I’m buck naked and missing the heat from the three walls of pure muscle.
Loud gasps escape me as I try to sit up. Every inch of my body aches, reminding me of the wild sex marathon I was put through.
Scraps of my wedding gown lie scattered around me, mocking me. I can’t believe how easily Leon hacked through the yards of silk and lace within seconds.
He had the same blade gliding across my arms, neck, and breasts. His deftness with that dagger sends a chill through me. Next second, my core comes alive with a massive throb. My thighs press together tight, reminding me that my heat’s not over yet.
Still, what the hell is wrong with me? I wonder. How can fear trigger such a massive arousal in me?
I caress my skin, searching for cuts and nicks.
My arms and breasts are free of the slightest scratches but the skin on my neck and shoulders have a few puckered ridges. It’s a moment before I realize what they are.
Bite marks.
My eyes widen with the realization that I was bitten last night. The burning haze of lust barely let me feel the pain but they’re most definitely there.
An alpha’s bite sows the seed of a bond between him and the omega. If they’re in love, it creates a powerful tie, binding them in an unbreakable relationship that stays strong throughout their lives.
I’m not sure how I feel about being bitten by the monstrous alpha and his brothers. They hate me and will not hesitate to discard me after they’re done with me.
Cold washes over me at the mere thought. My heart feels heavy even though they’re strangers to me. You have to be strong, Lucia , I tell myself. You can’t let your hormones dictate your feelings and emotions.
My thoughts soon stray over to my brother.
How would Callum react when he sees those bonding marks on me? There’s a chance he’ll kill me out of pure rage when he realizes another alpha stole his claim over me during my first heat.
Letting out a sigh, I look around my dark surroundings, trying to figure out where I’ve been brought. The lurking shadows in every corner give me no clue as to how big this place is. I can’t even tell how much time passed since I was brought here.
I tug at the shackles binding my wrists. The chains linked to them clang loudly and continue to restrain me.
Damien and his brothers unleashed their rage and hatred on me. They hate Callum but used me to steal their pleasure.
Humiliation burns in my belly as I remember the way I begged them to keep fucking me. My heat drove all sense and logic out of my head, making me crave their wild, unrestrained poundings.
There are still a few more days to go until my heat subsides. These men would have no use for me after they’re done abusing me for their pleasure.
Sooner or later, they’ll have to let me go.
Even though the omega in me cowers at the thought, this might become an opportunity for me to escape Callum. If I can hide myself long enough, he’ll eventually give up on trying to find me and assume I’m dead. Once I’ve found a safe place, I can attempt to steal Dad away from that house.
The thought of escaping Callum brings me a glimmer of hope, but it does nothing to make my present situation any better.
Without timely birth control, I risk being impregnated by these strange alphas. Omegas are most fertile during their heats and with three alphas pumping their semen into me, there’s almost a hundred percent chance of me to conceive.
The remnants of dried cum on my thighs make my skin feel uncomfortably sticky. I want a hot shower and plenty of soap to rinse away every memory of last night. But what I need most are birth control pills as soon as my heat is over.
I strain my ears to catch a wisp of sound from upstairs but fail. Silence weighs heavily on me. The still and quiet basement makes me feel trapped, suffocating me.
Did they leave me here to rot?
“It’s so damn cold,” I mutter, rubbing my arms. “Hello?” I holler, hoping someone would hear me. “Is anyone there?”
At this point, I don’t even care if my shouts bring Damien, the scar-faced alpha, down here. I just need someone to assure me that I’m not trapped alone in this dark, cold basement.
“Hello? Anyone out there?” I scream over and over until my voice grows hoarse.
A sudden noise reaches my straining ears, shutting me up immediately. It sounds like someone is sliding a bolt against a door.
Sitting up straighter, I look in that direction.
A tall rectangle of golden light forms in the far top, right corner. I blink, adjusting to the sudden brightness. Light floods from the opening, illuminating a short staircase.
A dark shape appears there.
“You’re being too loud, Princess,” says a familiar voice. “I thought you’d be too exhausted to wake up in the middle of the night.”
I immediately recognize him as the tall, lean alpha who used my mouth.
He descends the stairs and comes to stand before me.
I quickly fold my arms across my chest and close my legs, struggling to clutch onto the last shred of my modesty.
“Do you want to pee?” he asks.
“Huh?”
“Isn’t that why you were screaming?”
“Uhh...” I mumble, noticing the bucket in his hand.
Until now, I didn’t even think about peeing, but my bladder squeezes at the reminder. Shit!
“Can I use a bathroom?” I ask.
“Sure. Here, you go.” He sets the bucket next to me.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He kneels before me, grinning like a shit-eating demon. A cross-shaped silver earring flashes at his right ear as he leans into me.
“You can pee in the bucket or just let loose on the floor,” he says with a chuckle. “We’ve got staff to clean up if you choose the second option.”
My cheeks flush with embarrassment. Neither option will save me a shred of dignity.
“Here, let me get those off you.” Moving closer, he starts taking the shackles off my wrists. He does everything with the air of a helpful gentleman.
He’s absolutely crazy , I think but feel relieved when the tight manacles fall away.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
I must be going crazy as well. Who thanks their captor for something like this? They shouldn’t have chained me up like an animal in the first place!
I wait for him to leave but Mikhail stays crouching beside me.
“Aren’t you going to leave?” I ask.
“Nah. Damien told me to take care of you. There’s no way I’m slacking when you’re the guest.”
Anger and frustration rise within me. Did he just call me a fucking guest?
My bursting bladder makes it difficult to argue with him anymore. I have to use the bucket or risk peeing on the floor like a helpless baby.
Snatching the bucket out of his hand, I stomp to the farthest corner of the basement. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I awkwardly sit on the bucket.
The darkness of the underground room allows me the tiniest bit of privacy but as soon as I start peeing, a loud splash erupts in the quiet space.
As if being naked and peeing in front of him on a bucket isn’t humiliating enough, I take an embarrassingly long time to be done.
“Stop! Don’t come over here!” I cry out when Mikhail starts walking toward me.
He halts. “Don’t you want to wipe yourself?” he says, extending his hand toward me.
He should just kill me, I think, moving toward him. Getting close enough, I snatch the roll of toilet paper from his hand.
Soft chuckles escape him. He seems to be enjoying this more than when he was pumping his naked cock down my throat.
“How’re your hands?” he asks after a while.
“My hands?”
“Are you able to rotate your wrists freely?”
I stare at him dumbfounded but doubt he can make out my stricken expression in the darkness. He and his brothers took advantage of me, leaving me a sore, aching mess, and all he cares about are my wrists?
“You’re an asshole,” I shout.
“Is this what I get for trying to take care of you?”
I scoff. “You wouldn’t do this to me if you cared at all!” I shout. My chest heaves with the force of my emotions but there’s something else about this whole thing.
It feels good to curse and shout at Mikhail. No matter how much my brother tormented me, I never had the guts to rebuke him. He held our dad hostage, so I could never stand up to him.
“This is nothing compared to what you and your brother did to us,” Mikhail says in a grim tone.
“What did I ever do to you? I don’t even know you!”
“You were the reason he hurt us so mercilessly.” His voice is a low, animalistic growl that sends a spike of terror through me.
The beautiful, handsome faces of the boys I loved rise before me once more. Damien, Leon, and Mikhail. They shared the same names as these rogue alphas but they died a long time ago.
I feel a sharp tug on my hair. Mikhail stands before me, his fingers weaving into my hair and gripping them tightly.
Lost in my memories, I’d forgotten about the danger lurking right beside me.
“You take what we give you,” he whispers into my ear. “Would you rather we did what your brother did to us? Do you want us to cut up that pretty face so badly you’d be forced to spend the rest of your life as a recluse?”
A chill goes through me. At the same time, I feel a throb deep in my core. I shiver against my captor, wondering if I’m as broken as them.
His breath warms my face. The darkness doesn’t allow me to make much of his expression but it isn’t too difficult to imagine his dangerous face leering at me.
My sore pussy starts pulsing, reminding me of the hot pleasure I’d felt earlier. I hate everything Mikhail and his brothers did to me, but a broken part of me yearns for their punishment once again.
My heat is making me go crazy. The lurking shadows and Mikhail’s closeness suddenly make it difficult for me to breathe.
I need to get away from him.
Gathering all the strength left in me, I push him away from me and run toward the staircase in the corner. The wide shaft of light illuminating the stairs feels like a beacon of freedom, making me sprint harder.
I barely make the short distance before Mikhail’s powerful arms grab me from behind, almost lifting me off my feet to stop me from escaping.
“Let go,” I shriek, twisting and writhing in his arms.
“You’re of an idiot.”
Putting me down, he whirls me around to face him. Grabbing my chin, he draws closer. “Be a good girl, Lucia. Be a pet and we’ll be good to you. Act like a bitch and we’ll be forced to hurt you more.”
A rattling breath escapes me at his threat.
I think of Damien’s heavily scarred face and imagine the same thing being done to me. Despite my bravado, the promise of blood and revenge terrifies me.
All the fight leaks out of me, making my body sag against him.
He drags me toward the foot of the stairs and sits down. With a sudden tug on my wrist, he makes me fall onto his lap.
“This is better,” he says, satisfied.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, lying face down on his lap while my back and ass are turned toward him.
“I’m punishing you for your own good,” he says in a low grim tone. “You can’t behave the same way with either Damien or Leon. Damien will kill you and Leon will carve your skin into ribbons.”
He smacks my ass hard. Before I can catch my breath, he slaps me a few more times.
“Stop!” I cry out. “You’re hurting me!”
He doesn’t. His hand slaps me harder and faster at my protest.
My fleshy cheeks jiggle with each impact, sending burning pain shooting through me.
Within minutes, my ass feels hot and swollen. “I can’t take it anymore,” I whimper, trying to stop him.
My resistance seems to aggravate him further. Grabbing my wrists in one of his massive hands, he holds them out of the way and starts his assault on my ass again.
Pain and humiliation burn through me. Tears run down my cheeks as I struggle against his cruelty.
“Stop twisting and turning,” he says in a ragged breath. “All this fighting is making me hard again.”
His husky voice runs over me like a caressing shiver, sending a deep throb through my sore but hungry pussy. I want to hate this man but my body is begging him to hurt me more.
Leaning down, he bites the shell of my ear.
I squeal but he holds me down on his lap. His other hand sweeps my hair away, revealing the back of my neck to him. I feel his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin before he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh.
My body quivers on his lap as he squeezes my burning ass and dips a finger between my thighs. The digit easily slips into my slick folds.
“You’re so wet, Princess,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I used to think of you as an angel but you’re just a dirty omega.”
I want to die right here! He knows what his punishment is doing to me.
I squirm and he retaliates by slipping another finger inside me. My body bucks, wanting to take them deeper inside me.
Mikhail pumps in and out of me at a slow, coaxing pace that sends tendrils of heat shooting through me. My frustration heightens. Why can’t he be harsher? Rougher? It’s the only way I’ll reach the pleasure I’m desperate for.
“Not so fast, my dirty princess,” he whispers in my ear and chuckles. Withdrawing his fingers out of me, he pushes me off his lap.
“Stop!” I whimper, scared he’ll leave me with here with my aching, throbbing pussy. “I need you.”
Leaning down, he moves a stray strand away from my eyes. “I hate the way you control me, Princess,” he seethes through clenched teeth. “I hate how your perfume affects me. I hate how I want nothing more than to give you what you need.”
The scent of sweet orange mingles with my signature vanilla and caramel. Mikhail can hate me as much as he wants but he can’t control his body’s reaction to my perfume.
Leaning further in, he presses his mouth against the side of my neck. His teeth nibble and pull at the skin, making me shiver against him.
“Please,” I moan as his hands trace along my curves.
“Come here,” he growls, pulling me back on my feet.
Without warning, he spins me around. Before I can stumble and fall, his arm wraps around my waist. My back hits his chest as he securely pulls me against him.
Mikhail’s hands roam all over my body while his mouth kisses and nibbles the skin of my shoulder. Within seconds, my nipples harden into rigid nubs. The cold air and the sharp sting on my ass are heightening my arousal, making my pussy pulse with an intense need.
“I want to fucking bite and tear into you, Lucia,” he says in a harsh whisper, pressing his erection against my ass.
“I want you,” I say despite the shame burning inside me.
Mikhail leans in, his breath hot against the side of my ear. “Beg me some more.”
“Please, Sir,” I plead. “I need you.”
His hand smacks my ass again, hard .
“Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it.”
A gasp escapes me his hand caresses the swell of my ass. “I want your cock to fuck me,” I say with a low groan. “Please, Sir.”
“How about we do this another time?”
I nearly weep at his reply. He’s fucking teasing me and it’s torturous! I swallow the curses on my tongue and shake my head. “Please, no,” I whisper, struggling to keep my voice even. “I want you here. Right now.”
He places his hands on my ass. For a moment, I think he’ll spank me again but he surprises me by pulling apart my ass cheeks and dropping to his knees behind me.
“Oh, gods,” I moan, my knees trembling.
His hot tongue meets with the top crevasse of my buttocks and trails down to my asshole. I tense as he circles my hole, dipping inside briefly, before moving lower.
No man has ever done anything like this to me in my life.
I can’t pretend I don’t like it and it’s almost a welcome relief when his mouth moves lower to lick between my folds. “You taste like caramel and cream, Princess,” he says hoarsely, gently nipping my pussy lips. “I can’t fucking hold myself back.”
I groan, feeling every nerve ending humming with pleasure.
Fire courses through my veins, igniting a hunger deep within me. Mikhail’s hot, wet mouth on my pussy makes me cry out of sheer pleasure and desperation.
Being with these strange alphas gives me a high I’ve never felt before. Their touch is like an addictive drug, promising me nothing but ruin.
My body tightens with the build-up of a massive orgasm. Mikhail seems to sense it too because he stops lapping at my folds.
It is maddening but insanely hot at the same time to surrender my body to him, to make him solely responsible for my pleasure. The omega within me is willingly surrendering to this crude alpha.
Mikhail straightens up and the next moment, I hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. He presses his body against my back and pushes his cock between my legs.
I’m already dripping, swollen, and ready for him. He grabs my ass cheeks, and with one long stroke, he impales me with his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he slips deeper inside me.
He stretches me wide and is so deep, my head swims with pleasure. His bare hand spans my pussy, putting pressure on my nub while making sure he has my hips at a good angle to allow him to drive deep.
My clit throbs hard, igniting sparks of pleasure all over my body. A moan escapes me as my head falls back against his chest.
I feel every inch of him sliding between my pussy lips and then ramming into my channel, balls deep. Each penetration shoves me forward but he keeps me steady on my feet by wrapping an arm around my waist.
His fingers press against my clit, making my eyes roll with pleasure. “I love the sounds you make when you have my cock inside you,” he grates through clenched teeth. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of it, darling.”
His movements grow harder and faster, his hips slapping against my tender ass cheeks. It’s not long before I feel the tip of his cock swelling against my tight walls.
I suck in the cold, dry air as sweat beads on my forehead and neck and let out another cry. A final circle on my clit is enough to make me break. My core pulses and ripples around his cock, pleasure bursting like fireworks behind my eyelids.
“I never imagined it could feel so, so good to knot inside you, Lucia,” he says, lowering his mouth on my shoulder, his teeth digging into my flesh.
My thighs tremble but my core tightens. Pleasure courses through me despite the thin stream of blood running down my skin.
Every muscle in my body grows taut as waves of pleasure crash through me, over and over, and I have no control over the sounds coming from my mouth.
“Ah, fuck, Lucia,” Mikhail groans from behind me as he rams deep inside me. His mouth latches on the open wound as his cock swells and knots against my core.
His fingers dig into my hips as he shatters completely, filling me with burst after bursts of his white-hot seeds. He jerks a couple of times, little aftershocks of his orgasm that I can feel against my inner walls.
I come down from my high, panting and gasping for breath. My head lolls back on his chest as he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him. He gently pulls out of me, leaving a thick stream of his semen to run down my inner thigh.
“I need to sit down,” I say in a shaky voice.
He lowers me to the floor gently and steps away.
My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle to draw enough breath into my lungs. It’s incredible to experience this kind of lust and pleasure but it leaves me feeling weak and exhausted.
Noticing the sound of shifting fabric, I see that he’s pulling up his trousers.
Before I can sit up straighter, Mikhail skips up the short flight of stairs and starts closing the door at the top.
“Wait! Stop!” I call out desperately.
“Be good and drink some water,” he says before shutting the door and plunging me into complete darkness once more.
Suddenly, a bulb flickers overhead, illuminating a circle of light around me. My gaze falls on a food tray and a water bottle by the foot of the stairs.
My aching muscles protest as I move toward them and grab the bottle of water. Sweet relief washes over me as I chug down the whole bottle. Next, I look toward the tray and see that Mikhail left me with two wrapped burgers and a can of soda.
My stomach groans, making me reach for a burger. Tearing off the wrapping, I hungrily wolf it down in a few bites.
Even though the food and water satiate some of my hunger, I’m still ravenous for more. Shame suffocates me to admit this but I need those cruel alphas to touch me again.
Sitting down on the stairs, I widen my legs. Reaching between my thighs, I rub at my aching, pulsing clit.
A moan escapes me as my core throbs in response. I don’t even need to insert a finger into my slick folds. Simply rubbing the hardened nub is heightening my pleasure.
My body warms up while my fingers rub faster and harder. Every muscle tightens in anticipation as my pleasure rises higher.
“Oh, fuck!” I gasp out as my control breaks and intense pleasure washes over me. My body shudders, leaving me feeling satiated but not fully satisfied.
My pussy tingles, wanting to feel the hot friction from a hard, pulsing cock within its tight walls.
Shame and humiliation flood me. I can’t believe the way I’ve been reacting to these cruel, ruthless alphas who’ve taken me prisoner.
I am dirty , I realize.
There’s some solace in that thought, though. I’m no longer the pure, unclaimed omega Callum is obsessed with. Damien, Leon, and Mikhail made sure to taint me in both body, mind, and soul.