The Beast's Possession

Chapter 25: You call yourself an Alpha?



**Aife

pov**

I shook my head like a madwoman. No, he wouldn't. He couldn't.

My eyes started frantically darting everywhere, looking for an escape from the monster that was looming over me, planning to do unspeakable things to me.

Even without looking directly at Bane, I could see the crazed look on his face.

"I said on your knees," he repeated himself in a dangerously low tone.

All my instincts were screaming to comply and endure whatever he was planning just to survive another night. The moments I begged for death flashed before my eyes, making me realize I didn't want to die after all.

I was too young, I had my whole life ahead of me and this monster had no right to take it all from me.

The tears that had previously brimmed my eyes escaped and streamed down my cheeks as I fought myself and followed his command.

When I sat on my knees, my shoulders slugged in defeat and gaze cast down, a deep, amused chuckle left him.

I knew he was more beast than a man, but I never thought that even someone as vile as Bane would find so much pleasure in breaking me.

This was it - truly, my rock bottom.

"And you call yourself an Alpha? Pathetic," Bane hissed.

His words cut pretty deep, but not nearly as deep as the sound that followed them. It echoed against the kitchen walls and froze my senses - all of them.

Seconds dragged out as the sound overtook even my mind. I was stuck in a neverending nightmare with Bane, gladly taking the role of my tormentor.

Slowly, the realization that I couldn't escape him, no matter how I tried, sunk in and crushed me.

I held my breath as I waited for what would come next. A part of me was sure I could endure anything he would do while the other screamed I would break and take my own life if I didn't get to my feet and risk it all for a stupid attempt to run. When I heard the sound of his zipper, sobs escaped me. I couldn't take it anymore.

This man was planning to take the last thing I could call my own, the last thing I had control over, and I had no bloody say over anything.

I should have known consent didn't matter to monsters.

"Look up, reject," he snarled and my head snapped up.

The corner of his mouth twitched as Bane stepped closer and brought his hand to my face, cupping my cheek. I didn't look or flinch away. "Broken, just how I like them," he muttered in an unusually calm and gentle tone.

Bile instantly rose up in my throat, but I ignored it. I ignored the painful feeling of stabbing in my chest and the tears that flowed down my cheeks.

He wanted me broken, he wanted to watch my fighting spirit leave me, and he got it. What else could he ask for? My virginity? Yeah, I had a feeling I wouldn't have it by the time the party ended anyway, so what was the point in fighting anymore.

Bane held my face as his other hand slid in his boxers. Then, he slowly slid the boxers down to reveal his erection. He didn't possess an ounce of shame as he nearly shoved the thing in my face.

I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to see me flinch away, but since I didn't, a frown instantly appeared on his face.

Funny how he claimed he liked 'them' broken, which in turn should also mean numb, but still wanted to get a reaction out of someone he destroyed.

"Look at it, baby, it's all yours if you learn how to beg like a good girl should," Bane announced. Amusement laced his words as a sparkle of excitement danced in his eyes.

The last thing I wanted was to beg him. He might have managed to break me beyond repair, but I wasn't another pathetic bitch who would beg him for something. Clearly, the last bits of defiance I had in me annoyed him. Bane lowered himself until his face was in one lever with mine and growled at me. "I said beg, reject."

I had thought of doing this thing so many times, but every chance I got, I decided against it... But not now. Not this time.

He had a plan in mind for me and with what I already suspected he would do, there was no way he could think of anything worse, so I just went with my desires. Instead of giving what he wanted, I spat in his face.

First, Bane looked completely shocked. So taken aback, he took a fair amount of time to process what I had done. Then, I met the consequences.

Bane straightened his body and before I could see it, his hand connected with my cheek with such force, I was thrown back on the floor and my lip was bleeding.

I had to look like my eyes were about to pop out of the sockets as I stared up at him. My hand covered my cheek, which was already swollen and burning from the impact.

"That look of pure fear on your face is way better than the scent of fear," he groaned. "Don't fucking dare to move a muscle, reject," Bane added as his hand wrapped around his erection.

I looked at his face, avoiding any lower body part at all costs. At one point, he started moving his hand faster and threw his head back with a loud, long groan escaping his lips.

The more sounds he made, the closer I was to emptying my stomach. For a brief second, I even wondered how any sane woman could find THAT arousing.

"Fuck," Bane muttered, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Just like that, don't move," he added.

Whatever was going on in his sick mind, one thing was clear - this man needed professional help. He wasn't sane enough to be out in the public, let alone lead a pack of murderous, crazy men that followed every whim of his.

My eyes left Bane for a second, seeking an exit while he was distracted with working himself off, but when I noticed the door near the cabinet filled with dishes, it was too late.

Bane's sharp intake of breath and groan echoed against the kitchen walls before I could react and something wet splashed all over my face.

Horrified, I slowly turned my face to look at him, only to meet a grinning face. Once again, Bane lowered his face to be in one level with mine and brought his thumb to my lower lip.

Disgustingly slowly, he ran it over my lip and then, brought it between his. He licked something off it and winked at me.

Completely lost to what was happening, all I could do was stare at him. Perhaps the look on my face gave out just how lost I was to what he did, which made him laugh at my misery.

Bane leaned even closer, so close I could feel his breath fan my skin when he whispered, "technically, as a reject, you don't deserve this, but... my cum does look good on your face. You're allowed to go back to your room, but if I find out you took a shower and washed my scent off of you, I won't let you off this easily anymore."


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