Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 55 The Bitter B*itch (Genevieve Swan)
I couldn’t fathom what had happened to Bellamy and why he had suddenly acted like a complete psycho. Nevertheless, I was relieved when he finally left the cabin, allowing me to pick up my coat from the ground and cover my shivering body with it. The temperature had dropped significantly, and I could feel goosebumps forming on my skin.
Awkward silence permeated the air as my mates surrounded me, their eyes fixed on me as I hurriedly buttoned up my coat. It was an unsettling sight, their gazes almost unnaturally intense. “Someone has to stay here with him,”
Emre finally snapped out of his trancelike state and declared.
“I’ll stay behind,” Wolvin chimed in, his expression clearly indicating his displeasure with me. He had been against the idea of me talking to Finch from the start, and now, after everything that had unfolded and the way Bellamy had twisted Finch’s intentions, Wolvin’s anger had only intensified.
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Caspian pointed toward me and asserted, “We’ll take this one home.” I let out an exasperated sigh and began walking away. It had all been a complete failure. Perhaps if Bellamy hadn’t interrupted, I might have managed to extract some information from Finch. But now that opportunity has been lost.
I couldn’t understand what was going on with Bellamy. He acted as if I were his puppet, bound to follow only his rules. It seemed like he couldn’t stand the thought of me succeeding, especially in getting Finch to open up about himself and his plans. That had to be the reason for his behavior.
“By the way,” Caspian said, catching up to me as Emre walked ah*ead, “since Bellamy ruined everything, I guess you can try that s*eduction plan on me.”
I avoided making eye contact with Caspian and continued walking until we finally reached home. All I wanted was to lie down and rest for a while. The whole incident had left me feeling deeply unsettled.
Moreover, the way Finch stared at me incessantly, even blatantly focusing on my body, made me feel exposed and uncomfortable.
“Get comfortable. I’ll make you some coffee,” Emre offered in his deep voice, surprising me with his unexpected act of kindness.
“Don’t get too flattered; he is only doing this because-well, you have pretty much turned everyone on,” Caspian, being a little too much, didn’t even hesitate before pointing at his p*ants. I almost jumped on the couch when I saw how big his b*ulge was.
“You are disgusting,” I groaned, getting up from the couch, intending to leave for the bedroom. However, he grabbed my h*and and pulled me back onto the couch, quickly getting on top of me and pinning my h*ands to the sides.
“Hey!” I protested for a few seconds, but he just kept smirking, gazing into my eyes.
“He wasn’t wrong, though,” his comment interrupted my movements. “You are gorgeous,” his voice turned husky as his eyes fixated on my l*ips, “but I didn’t like how he kept asking you for—and you kept letting him talk,” he mumbled, not too serious. His entire focus remained on my l*ips.
“That was a plan, remember?” I managed to say it, but my voice was filled with hesitation.
His g*roin was in contact with my body, his b*ulge pressing against my t*high. “If I ask for permission, would you let me?” He whispered, burying his face down and breathing near my l*ips. “You’ve had many chances, bu-” I tried to sound composed, but he wasn’t in the mood for any civilized conversation.
“Hush!” he whispered to my l*ips, and then slowly lowered his body onto mine. As our bodies made contact, he tilted his h*ead and pressed his l*ips against mine, very gently.
“You must know how your scent can make us go crazy. Is that why you act so rude around us? You know no matter what, we will come falling at your feet the instant we get a whiff of your scent,” he sounded honest, and it didn’t seem like he was making anything up. However, I honestly had no clue that my scent was that powerful. I wondered if he was just saying all this to f*uck me.
His t*ouch was so gentle that I involuntarily closed my eyes, trying to feel the intensity of it. After everything they had done by keeping things from me, I had no desire to be i*ntimate with him or anyone else. But the sensation of his body against mine was making me go crazy.
To maintain the illusion that I wasn’t plotting my own plan, I convinced myself that I had to act normal. In simpler terms, I was ready to give in to s*eduction.
He tilted his h*ead while his l*ips moved across mine and then steadily pulled my b*ottom l*ip between his l*ips. He was very gentle when s*ucking my l*ips and moving his body up and down against mine as if he had his c*ock in my p*ussy and was f*ucking me passionately.
Just as his h*and reached for my dress, I felt him break the k*iss and turn towards the door. He got up abruptly as there was a loud bang against the door, and he looked at my face in confusion. I had been so lost in the moment with him that I hadn’t even heard any banging on the door. While he got up quickly, I took my time to stand and fix my dress.
As soon as he answered the door, someone rushed inside with such urgency that it took me a second to recognize her.
“Ariel?” I said her name in bewilderment, finding it odd that she had come here. She didn’t introduce herself or explain what she was doing here. She simply walked briskly towards me, and with one swift move, she slapped me.
Her hit knocked me off my feet, and I landed on the floor, my h*and pressed against my cheek. I couldn’t even move; the shock and pain were overwhelming. Throughout my entire life, I had carefully crafted a certain image to earn respect from everyone who wasn’t a part of our pack. Yet, this regular she-wolf had come here and humiliated me right in front of my mates, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable, as if someone had s*tripped me n*aked in front of millions of people. It took me back to the times when my father would engage in something similar.
My breathing became heavy, and my vision blurred as I tried to process the humiliation. To make matters worse, the woman who had struck me was my mate’s girlfriend, adding a double layer of shame to the situation.
“You f*ucking slut,” as she shouted, she raised her h*and to hit me again.