MAID FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA

CHAPTER 7: WILD ECSTASY

ARTHUR'S POV:

I felt most of the anger subside just watching her limp body on the table. Something about her drove me crazy and made me lose control. It was unnerving.

It was the defiant look in her eyes when she addressed me, the fire in the words that she threw my way and spitting on my face? That was beyond disrespectful. With any other person, their heads would be detached from their necks before the action was halfway completed, but something was different.

I wanted to convince myself that it was for the fact that I needed to draw her father out that I have spared her life but it was difficult to lie to your own self, hard as a person may try.

The thought of killing her was tempting, as well as the idea that she deserved it, but that wouldn’t do anything for me. It wouldn’t bring enough satisfaction or accomplish a purpose. It would only be a waste of time, effort and coins.

Freeing Fiona from the restraints that bound her to the table, I pulled her towards her usual spot in the room, hesitating for a moment. It’s very unlikely that she would try to leave, definitely not in her current shape, so I struggle with the decision to bound her before I leave.

I found it beyond annoying the turmoil that constantly overtook my mind when it came to the girl laying at my feet. Sighing heavily, I bend my tall frame, picking up the ropes that sat close to her and fastening them on her wrists, pulling on them once to be sure they held.

Taking a step back, I take a single moment to just stare at her form, taking note of every single detail; her breathing pattern, the rise and fall of her chest. The way her hair fell against her face.

The little puffs of air that escaped her mouth as she struggled to breathe, the way the remains of the aftershock of the torture that she had just gone through racked through her frame. How innocent she looked while she slept. After a while, I straightened myself out and left the room, making sure to lock the door behind me.

The moment that I exit the hallway that held the rooms meant for my prisoners, a familiar scent wafts through the air and I let a slight smile tug at my lips. Danish. My mistress. Just what I need to get rid of this tension.

The walk to my quarters feels longer than usual but as soon as I open the door, a warm feeling spreads through me when I see her sitting in the living area with long smooth legs crossed.

My pulse raced slightly in excitement at the sight of her. Her dark brown hair hung past her shoulders, her skin glistening in the light. Emerald eyes twinkling even under the dim light. Standing up, she made her way over to me, sauntering seductively.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” That sultry voice of hers was like a balm, soothing over the remains of my anger. Leaning forward, I capture her lips in a searing kiss. Her lips were soft against mine. Slightly chapped but soft nonetheless. She pulls back a second later, a frown etched upon her face.

"What's wrong?" Danish asked, staring at my face as though trying to find something.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about,” I assured her, pulling her in for another kiss. This time a sense of urgency takes over. My tongue dominating her mouth in an instant.

I ran my fingers over the curves of her body, caressing the exposed skin of her torso. The heat radiating off her was overwhelming and all I could think about was being inside her.

Our bodies pressed together tightly, her fingers finding their way into my shirt, trailing an invisible path down my spine. I allow my fingers bury themselves in her hair, pulling lightly on the strands, while gently caressing her scalp. The sound of her small whimper at the action filled my ears and stirred deep in my groin.

Pulling apart to take in much-needed air, I wasted no time in grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her towards the love sofa. She allowed me to lead her, her breathing quick and uneven. Laying her on the sofa, I covered her body with mine, careful to not crush her small frame underneath my large one.

Once I stood above her, I placed myself between her parted legs. My hand traveled down her arm slowly, letting each touch linger, memorizing the feel of her. Her breathing was shallow and ragged, and her eyes closed tightly as if she were afraid to open them. I knew better though.

She shivered underneath me, the look in her eyes told me that she knew exactly what I wanted. She understood my needs and knew the perfect ways to settle them. I began to strip her out of her clothes, taking my time to expose the beauty underneath. The intrusive bra that my fingers fumbled to take off as my breath comes in ragged gasps. The last piece came away.

My lips covered hers again in a hungry kiss and I trailed kisses down her jaw to the crook in her neck, licking at it gently, causing Danish to moan in pleasure. It wasn’t like me, but I wanted that moment to last. I wanted to feel her at her core. I dipped my head to her bare chest, running my tongue over one of her erect n*****s, sucking on them. They were hardened nubs.

Her moans were like music to my ears, I could hear the ecstasy in them. She tried to find something to hold on to, completely lost in the moment.

I let my fingers dance between her parted legs, making her whimper in pleasure. But I wasn’t done, far from it actually. I needed to let her know who was in charge.

My fingers lightly grazed her the entrance of her wetness, and she bucked as though struck by lightning. The effect I had on her was getting to my head too. But I needed to rein in my desire and focus on pleasuring her. Her hips arched upwards, a small gasp escaping her parted lips, as my finger caress her hardened nub. She was practically begging me to take her there and then.

My fingers began stroking her swollen flesh, and in little time, her soft moans fill the room, her breath coming in short gasps as my touch became rough to excite her even further. I could tell she was sensitive so I stopped stroking momentarily to trail my tongue along her breasts. She let out a scream as she arched her back and spread her legs even wider.

Slowly, I massaged her with my thumb, her moans growing louder with each flick of my finger. It was pleasurable, nothing else existed to me at that moment. I was in the zone. I didn’t see anything else but the woman bucking under me. I craved a release so much that I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to bring her to the edge.

I pushed her legs farther apart, curling a finger into her core as I buried a finger inside of her. When she buckled in pleasure, I added a second finger. She let out a soft moan, gripping the couch cushions behind her.

Her eyes were screwed shut as her head bobbed slightly. Her moans turned into high-pitched squeals, begging me to continue. Finally, I gave in. I plunged my finger into her once again, moving them lightly at first before increasing the intensity. She was writhing under me, moaning and begging. But I wasn’t so kind as to give her a brief moment of respite. I increased the intensity once more.

I could feel my release coming so I grabbed onto her, her cries growing quieter and she collapsed back onto the couch panting for breathing. Her eyes remain closed as I removed my fingers from her core. Moving off the couch to strip off my clothes, I hissed at the slight relief my c**k had from the rough material of my clothes rubbing against them.

Slowly stroking my length, I moved to cover her body with mine once more. Enjoying the look of desire that flares in her eyes. I leaned down, pressing kisses along her collar bone, allowing my lips to move downwards.

When my lips brushed against her breasts, her n*****s immediately hardened like two nubs. The perkiness of them called out to me. Swirling my tongue over one n****e, I sucked gently on them before continuing my journey down her body.

My lips traveled down, lower, momentarily pausing on her stomach. I traced my lips around it, feeling it tighten as I pressed kisses down. My hand slid up her thigh as I reached her curvy backside. Using both hands to grab onto the back of her thighs I lifted her off the couch, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist.

Slowly, I guided my c**k into her folds. Her soft moans filled the small space and I allowed myself to lose control, plunging deeply inside of her.

My movements became rougher, faster and deeper. Her nails dug into my muscles. Leaving scratches in their stead. Gripping her thighs, I held her steady as I continued to pump hard into her. Her body clenched around me.

I kept pumping, refusing to slow down. Her fingernails dug further into my skin, causing me to grunt in pleasure. The tightness of her p***y wrapping around my shaft, squeezing the life out of me and pushing me to an orgasm.

And then I smell it. Arousal. Different from the one that clouded the room and mixed with something else. Something that belonged to only her. A sweet intoxicating scent that drove me wild.

Fiona.