Login to MoboReader
icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Log out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Zen Angel

Zen Angel's Book(1)

MATED TO THE CURSED ALPHA BILLIONAIRE

MATED TO THE CURSED ALPHA BILLIONAIRE

Werewolf
5.0
Death was a lesser sentence than slavery and being at this bastard's mercy. "On your knees, Lilith," light shone in from the crack in the wall, illuminating the mocking grin on his annoyingly perfect face. I spat defiantly, "It's Celeste to you." "And, no." A nerve twitched in his jaw, his smile waning as he stalked towards me, only stopping an inch away as his gigantic frame towered over me. We held each other's gazes, our chests rising and falling from breathing heavily as he waited for me to bend to his will. Moments later, mischief glinted in his hazel eyes before he placed a strong hand on my head and pushed me to my knees with ease, keeping me down with the weight of his muscled arm. "I don't give orders twice," he grunted, undoing his pants with his other free arm, "Celeste," his tone dripped with arrogance. Against my will, arousal stirred in my core as memories of him plunging in and out of my mouth mercilessly a few days ago flashed through my mind's eye. But I knew I should hate him, be disgusted by him, be insulted by his audacity, so I ignored my hormonal cravings and hissed. "Every word that leaves your lips doesn't count as an order to me, because I'll never be your subject, nor will you ever be my master," I challenged fiercely. His hand had already reached into his briefs, but he paused and laughed at my response. The next second, his expression morphed into fury and he let his magnificent length spring free. His hands found my jaw and my watering mouth dropped open of its own accord before he slammed all seven inches down my throat unforgivably. "I own you, Lilith. I always will."