Chapter 12
Chapter twelve
Bianca
The door swung open and the pretty one sauntered in, taking in the scene with those uncanny black eyes of his, his mask perched atop his head. He caught Bianca watching him and shot her a wink. Then he pulled his mask down.
Of her three bodyguards, she wouldn’t have expected him to be the one to pick the full coverage bauta mask, but now she could see why he’d chosen it.
With everything except those glittering black eyes hidden behind the expressionless metal, he'd gone from pretty to absolutely menacing—suddenly nothing like the charming salesman he played around her fathers or her wealthy guests.
It was sexy as hell.
“Goddamn, it smells like good pussy in here, King!” Dante’s smooth voice coming from behind the mouthless mask did unfair things to Bianca’s body. “What’s got our prim and proper pussy perfuming like that?”
Bianca’s face grew hot. She glared at both men, chest heaving, slick running down her thighs.
Nobody talked to her like this, even on the rare occasions she’d risked hinting at her desires to some temp alpha who’d already signed an NDA.
Even then, it wasn’t believable. She didn’t get the thrill of fear, the satisfaction of having control wrenched away, having pleasure thrust upon her so that she was pulled out of the prison in her head and into the moment. Past attempts had felt like pantomime.
This, on the other hand, felt painfully real.
“She’s still got that viper’s gaze, though. If looks could kill we might be in trouble, King.” There was mocking laughter in the pretty one’s voice now. “I don’t think she fully understands what she’s gotten herself into.”
“Countess here is aching to learn that lesson,” Quentin replied, still not looking away from Bianca. “She needs it pounded into her. Hard.”
Bianca whimpered. She hated the sound and the glint of satisfaction in Quentin’s eyes when he heard it. Her pussy clenched yet again.
“Well, by all means, don’t let me interrupt her education,” the pretty one said, swaggering over to take Quentin’s vacated throne. “You know I love to watch you work.”
They were good, the bastards, the way they fed off of one another. Bianca could imagine them interrogating a captive just like this, playing bad cop and worse cop. Why did that turn her on?
“You hear that, Bianca? Dante wants another show.” Quentin took another step back, his gaze raking over her body. “Lift up your dress and show him how much your pussy is fucking weeping for us.”
Bianca started to protest, but the look in Quentin’s eyes gave her pause. How might he punish her? How much could she push back?
“Do it now, or I won’t let you come,” he warned. “You’ve already lost locking privileges for tonight, and I was really looking forward to burying my knot in your greedy cunt. I’ll be extremely pissed if I don’t get a chance to see what you look like when you come on my dick.”
“Yes, King,” she heard herself say. Quentin’s eyes widened behind his mask. Apparently, she’d surprised them both. And from the thickening pheromones in the air, it was obvious that he liked her compliance very much.
That shouldn’t have pleased her as much as it did.
Before she could think better of it, she gathered two fistfuls of fabric and dragged her dress up her thighs, baring her pussy to the two alphas.
She thought she heard the pretty one gasp.
Quentin—no, King—only smiled that dangerous smile, the gold of his grillz catching the light in a way that made her heart race.
“Spread your legs, Countess. Show us what that prim and proper pussy looks like before we destroy it.”
Fucking hell. Bianca was going to implode.
“Yes, King,” she said. It came out easier the second time, though the submission still made her face burn with embarrassment. She widened her stance, revealing her slippery thighs. The cool breeze that hit her exposed skin did nothing to ease the heat of her throbbing core.
King kept his eyes on hers as he stalked forward, then held her gaze as he slowly crouched until his face was level with her mound. He inhaled deeply, exhaling against her skin and making her hips jerk involuntarily. “Do you have any idea how good your pussy smells, Bianca? It’s fucking criminal.”
She couldn’t help it. She whimpered again. She didn’t typically enjoy praise, not unless it contained a lot more degradation, but something about the way he said her name while practically kneeling at her feet did something to her insides.
King grinned as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
“There she is. I knew you’d be a switch.
Don’t worry, baby. Dante and Van will let you top them.
But tonight, you’re mine. This slutty cunt is mine.
I’m going to fill you so full of cum you won’t be able to forget who fucking owns this pussy. ”
Oh, gods. That sounded very good and very bad. His scent would be all over her. She couldn’t go back out there reeking of alpha.
“That’s right, Countess. Everybody is going to know that you belong to me.
And anyone who touches what’s mine will lose their limbs.
” King’s voice was deadly serious. Bianca shivered at the not-unpleasant chill that ran down her spine in response.
“This is what you wanted when you put on your little show earlier, wasn’t it?
I’m going to fuck you like the filthy whore you are.
Then Dante is going to fuck you. Then you’re going to go back to the party with our cum dripping down your thighs. ”
King stood swiftly, spinning Bianca around and bending her over the sink in one fluid movement.
He positioned himself behind her, unzipping his pants and pressing his warm, hard cock against her ass.
Bianca gasped as he wrapped her hair around his fist and forced her torso down against the sink.
She bit back a moan, squeezing her eyes shut.
King pulled her hair, arching her neck back and forcing her to look into the mirror.
Her mask was slightly askew now, and her eyes looked wild and bright behind it.
“Open your beautiful eyes and watch me wreck you. Watch Pack Bonnycastle’s perfect privileged princess get railed in the bathroom by the help.
” King’s voice was low and demanding. Bianca’s pussy clenched viciously.
Slick gushed to meet the thick crown of his cock as he notched it at her entrance.
“You’re going to watch me fill your perfect cunt and witness the moment when you officially ruin me for all other women. ”
Before Bianca could process his words, he shoved into her roughly, taking her breath away.
Her stomach dropped as he bottomed out, stretching her more than she’d ever been stretched, filling her more completely than she’d ever been filled.
It hurt in just the right way. It felt raw and real and just for her.
“Goddamn, Countess, I shouldn’t let you leave this fucking bathroom all night,” King ground out through gritted teeth. “You’ve been keeping this perfect pussy from me for months. I’m going to make up for every minute of that lost time, omega. You can trust me on that.”
It was all Bianca could do not to scream as King set an agonizingly slow, steady pace.
She panted with the effort of suppressing her cries, clutching the sink in an attempt to hold on to her quickly unraveling control.
Each deliberate stroke of his considerable length pushed her closer to the edge.
King held her gaze in the mirror, his half-concealed face undeniably beautiful in his pleasure.
When he moaned and picked up speed, Bianca nearly fell apart.
“That’s it, baby,” King purred, pistoning his hips faster still, oblivious to the items falling off the counter onto the floor around them. “Come on my dick like a good little slut. Milk my dick and show me how much you want my cum deep in this greedy pussy.”
Bianca’s body spasmed and she let out a sound she’d never heard herself make.
She felt the press of King’s growing knot against her entrance and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of her as she came.
She thrusted her hips back, chasing the sensation, but King chuckled and tightened his grip in her hair, using his other hand to pin her wrists behind her back.
“Defiant omegas don’t get their alphas’ knots,” he said in a ragged voice that belied his restrained words. “Next time I tell you to do something, maybe you’ll move a little faster.”
King worked his still-swelling knot into her pussy, the stretch so delicious Bianca nearly wept, but he pulled it out just as quickly.
Still, the tease was enough to wrench her orgasm free.
It ripped through her belly and up her throat, King’s name on her lips sounding like both a prayer and a curse.
“That’s it, baby girl. Look what a beautiful mess you are for me,” King bent forward to skim his teeth over the shell of her ear. “Look at how good you take my dick and my cum.”
He nipped at her neck as he gave a few last, powerful thrusts, and found his release.
Bianca moaned that unfamiliar moan again as King’s orgasm ignited aftershocks in her core.
His cock pulsed and her pussy clenched, milking him for everything he would give.
She felt another deep pang of loss where his knot should be, and her pussy clenched harder in response.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Countess, your pussy is a goddamn vice.” King’s hips bucked and Bianca felt another spurt of cum, along with a ferocious sense of satisfaction.