My Alpha’s Betrayal: Burning In The Flames Of His Vengeance

15. Win-Win THEON

Yileyna De’Lacor

A girl who had grown into a woman that was every straight man’s dream.

I hated it. I hated her and the effect she had on me, but at the same time, I couldn’t get rid of the

thoughts of exactly how I wanted to fuck her and ruin her.

The very thoughts that fuelled the urge to fuck her with everything I had and destroy her at the same time

consumed my mind constantly.

I hated distractions, I hated anything that took me away from my goal.

Yileyna was just that, a temptation worse than anything else on this planet.

From those seductive grey eyes to those plump pouty lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock.

She was made of every man’s dirtiest thoughts. The ideal doll to fulfil even the filthiest of sins.

She wasn’t built like most women, from her creamy blemish-free skin that never seemed to change no

matter what the weather was. A canvas for me to paint with pleasure.

Her slender shoulders, that dainty neck that made you want to choke her every fucking time she was

around, was gorgeous. Then there were her boobs which were round and firm, and her narrow waist

which emphasised her jutting hips, completing her perfect hourglass figure. Her legs were as hot as the

rest of her, with lush sexy thighs.

Everything about her fucking irritated me and appealed to me.

She stood there before me, covering her boobs with her slender arms. They didn’t cover much, but I

wanted to see those nipples of hers. What was the exact shade?

“Happy?” She asked in her seductive voice. “Don’t hide from me.” I commanded emotionlessly, although

all I wanted was to fuck her until she dropped. Her eyes dipped to my crotch, and I knew she could see I

was hard for her, to the point it was painful. I needed something, or in better terms; I needed to be buried

in that pussy of hers. Ever since I laid eyes on her tonight, in that skimpy lace dress as she danced with

Bolton, something inside of me snapped. Her boobs were spilling out of it, and it just about covered her

ass as she smiled at him. It had made a wave of anger burn within me and it took every inch of self-

control to keep myself under control. I watched her slowly lower her arms, her cheeks dusted with a pink

hue. I swallowed, admiring those light pink nipples of hers. I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

There wasn’t an inch of her that wasn’t appealing. Oh little storm, when I’m done with you, I’ll have made

you feel even more embarrassed than you feel right now.

But would one night be enough to satiate the hunger she unleashed within me?

“Turn.”

My cock twitched as I took in that ass, one I had gotten a glimpse of a few times but never like this…

Round, perky and the perfect size to spank until it was fucking raw. I stood up and when she turned back

to me, she looked startled for a second.

“Like what you see?” “Far better than I imagined, actually.” I took hold of her chin, her gorgeous blonde

curls framing her face. “So, you’ve imagined me naked?” Keep talking like that and I’m fucking you right

now. “I’ve done a lot more than imagine you naked, and I’m about to show you exactly what I’ve

imagined doing to you.” I wrapped my arm around her waist. Letting go of her chin. I threaded my fingers

into her lush curls, yanking her head back roughly, and then I kissed her, unable to control myself any

longer.

A sensation I had never felt before coursed through me, no kiss had felt so sinful, sweet and tempting,

and still made me fucking harder than I already was. I assaulted her mouth, sucking hard on her tongue.

Her hands gripped my arms as I squeezed her ass, deepening the kiss. I twisted my hand in her hair

tighter, making her whimper. I tugged her over to the dining table and pushed her back onto it, watching

her boobs bounce as she gasped. “Ouch, rough… I like it.” She whispered, reaching for my shirt, she

began yanking the buttons open.

She was on the last button when I pulled her arms away, pushing her flat onto her back and pinning her

wrist, biting into her shoulder and sucking hard.

She cried out in pleasure; the sound alone was better than any other woman I had ever fucked. I kept

her wrists pinned above her head, my other hand running up and down her waist before I grabbed one of

her breasts.

The perfect size in my hand. She whimpered and I claimed her lips once more, twisting her nipple,

making her back arch off the table. I broke away, kissing and sucking every inch of her that I could reach,

I knew I was squeezing her breasts painfully, but her cries only turned me on even more.

I had told her I’m a beast, she had the choice to walk away but she had only fuelled the flames of desire.

I sucked hard onto the side of her breast, yanking at her thong with one hand.

The scent of her arousal hung in the air like a fucking drug that I was getting addicted to. “Theon…” She

moaned, wriggling as I bent over her..

I looked down at her pussy, the fabric pulled between those smooth lips of hers. So damn perfect… I

ripped them off her just as she sat up, pulling open my shirt fully and reaching for my belt. I didn’t like

women touching me… but… I watched her. My eyes narrowed as she undid my belt and unzipped my

pants.

That was enough. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away “Hands to yourself.” I growled.

Tonight, I’d fuck her and then tomorrow I’d put this behind me I had a goal, and I didn’t need any

distractions.

A flash of anger ripped through me, a reminder that she was a dangerous distraction that I didn’t need…

I hated how she made me feel.

Disobeying me, she slipped her hand into my pants, making me cut off a groan of pleasure I grabbed her

throat, pulling her close.

“Since you’re so fucking desperate, let’s skip the foreplay.”

“Perfect.” She whispered, my grip on her throat cutting off most of her oxygen.

I pushed her back onto the table, my hand still around her throat, and with the other, I freed my cock from

my pants. Taking in the way the woman before me looked spread on the table. Her legs were parted.

Red marks covered her thighs, breasts, and waist where I had gripped her tightly. Hickeys and bite

marks covered her body. The image of fucking perfection.

I looked up into her grey orbs, there was a vulnerability in them. Her heart was racing, her scent that

reminded me of the fresh sea breeze and spring mixed in with the intoxicating scent of her arousal

created a haze around me.

Time to get this pretty little body all dirty. I ran my fingers between her soaking slit, rubbing my thumb on