Rejected, Abused, I Fall for the Forbidden Alpha (by Riley Scott) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

Raven’s POV

Now’s my chance. I slowly ease the door open and tiptoe across the hallway, opening the door to Hade’s study with a slight creaking noise and walk in, shutting the door behind me and locking it. He looks up sharply, “What are you doing in here?”

His expression is like granite. I’m not cowed or intimidated. It’s just an act. A way to convince me to leave, and it’s not going to work.

“I wanted to thank you for my dress,” I breathed, sauntering forward, my hand lightly trailing across the bodice, causing his eyes to instantly dip towards my breasts. “You managed to get the right size and all,” I purred, stopping and smoothing my hands down my hips as he swallowed hard, raking his gaze over my body.

He can’t tear his eyes off of me. I feel a deep sense of satisfaction as well as a sense of pride. This man couldn’t resist me, no matter how much he might deny it. This was going to make things a hell of a lot easier. Part of me can’t deny the exhilaration I feel whenever I’m near him or the adrenaline as I use my feminine charms to seduce him. It’s like being on a rollercoaster, only better.

“It wasn’t me?” he denied irritably, glancing away and staring stubbornly at a painting on the wall from his chair.

“Really?” I move closer, trailing my hand across the edge of his desk as I walk around it, “because I can’t think of anybody else who would,” I purred, tilting my head and eyeing him quizzically, “can you Hades?”

Silence. I stop just before my hand reaches him and grab the arms of his chair, whipping it around and forcing him to look at me. I bend down, exposing my cleavage, his eyes greedily looking down my dress.

“Hades,” I breathe.

“Raven,” his voice is strangled now as he pulls at his bowtie, breathing heavily, loosening it. “You should leave.”

“Maybe I don’t want to,” I tell him boldly, sitting on his lap and looking directly into his eyes. “Maybe I want to be with you, touch you, taste you,” I murmured.

He gives an exclamation and quickly picks me up, putting me on the edge of the end of his desk. “Raven, I’m not the man you want. I can’t love you,” he said thickly.

“Shhh,” I put a finger to my lips and begin to rub my foot up and down the inside of his thigh, careful to avoid his member. “I haven’t asked you to love me,” I tell him firmly, “I know what I’m getting into. I know there’s no future for us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have our fun now, does it?” I whisper, looking directly into his eyes and curving my lips at him.

“Fuck,” the expletive comes from nowhere.

He clenches his jaw, looking conflicted. I smile seductively at him and lean back on the desk, putting my arms behind me for balance.

“Ever since we kissed, I haven’t been able to forget it,” I whisper as he groans, “just the feel of your lips, your tongue, it was so amazing and sexy.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he growls, “you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know exactly what I’m doing and what I want, Hades,” my voice dips lower, “I want you. I want to feel every part of you. I want to taste you, explore you. I want to feel your body on top of mine. I want everything. Love doesn’t even have to enter the equation.”

I can see his erection poking through the fabric of his trousers. My smile grows triumphant. So far, he hasn’t thrown me out or yelled at me to leave. I can feel his desire for me, his eyes flashing between dark ebony and his usual hazel colour as he fights to keep his wolf and his primal instinct from taking over. I want him to lose control. I want him to lose the fight. He grips the edge of the desk, one hand on each side of my legs, his nails digging into the wood and his knuckles turning white.

“Give in,” I urged, my face only inches from him, my eyes searching his, “nobody even has to know,” I purred.

“It would be wrong,” he murmured, speaking to himself. “I can’t simply just…” he trailed off.

I kiss him. Hard. My hands dig into his hair, feeling how soft and silky it is. He gasps in shock even as he automatically begins to respond. He deepens the kiss as I moan, encouraging him. I slide my tongue into his mouth and forcibly stroke his, causing him to groan out loud, his own hands grabbing the back of my head, roughly seizing my hair. He gives as good as he gets, his kiss becoming more demanding, more possessive. I can feel the air being drawn from my lungs, my legs growing weak. Damn. Every nerve feels like it’s on fire. I grow wet between my legs.

He pulls back, gently releasing my hair. My lips are swollen, my hair dishevelled. He tries to move away, but I grab his arm, forcing him to stop.

“Gods, if I fuck you Raven, then my scent will not only be all over you but inside you as well. Everybody will know what we did. Even if you shower, my seed will still linger, and the smell will still be noticeable. Besides, I’m not going to take your virginity on a damn desk,” he snapped, “even I have lines I won’t cross.”

He was trying to be discreet and gentlemanly. Too bad I was on a mission. He might seem determined to back away before things got too far, but I was about to take things to a whole new level. The thought of Marissa waiting outside anxiously for her fiancée to return only made me feel even more pleasure.