The Possesive Alpha

Chapter 26

Isabelle’s Perspective

The car came to a smooth stop in front of the house. My heartbeat was still racing from everything that had happened earlier. I barely had time to process it all before Luca stepped out of the car and walked over to my side. My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the seat, unsure of what he was about to do next. Before I could react, he opened the door, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out gently. But just as I thought he was letting me walk on my own, he suddenly lifted me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. “Hey! What are you doing? Put me down!” I thrashed in his hold, hitting his back with my fists, but he didn’t even flinch. "Don't shout, no one's going to listen," he said in a calm, amused tone. I pushed harder against his back, struggling to get free. “I said put me down!” I yelled, feeling the frustration burn inside me. “Yeah, yeah, keep talking. I’m not going to listen.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, and it only made me angrier. I kicked my legs, but it was no use. His grip was strong—too strong. He carried me inside, up the stairs, and into a large bedroom. As soon as we entered, he threw me onto the bed. I bounced slightly before sitting up, my eyes burning with rage. “What the fuck, Luca?! Are you in your senses?” I snapped at him.

“Shhh, babe,” he said with a smirk as he stepped closer. That’s when I noticed something in his hand—a rope. My breath hitched. Where did he even get that? “Luca, what are you trying to do?” My voice wavered, betraying my fear. “You’ll see,” he replied smoothly. Before I could escape, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them together. “Hey! Let me go!” I struggled, but he was too strong. “Don’t protest. It only makes me want you more.” His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. I froze. His words… they terrified me. He bound my wrists with the rope, tying them securely to the bedposts. My breathing grew rapid, and my heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst. Then, he pulled out a black blindfold and slid it over my eyes. Darkness swallowed me whole, making my fear spike even higher. "Luca, remove these things! This isn’t right!" I pleaded, my voice shaking.

"Baby, don’t argue," he said, his voice now a low whisper. "I told you, I can taste what’s mine. Let me give you pleasure." Panic surged through me. My body tensed. "Are you going to rape me?" My voice came out in a stammer. Luca sighed. "Are you out of your mind, Belle?" Belle. I paused, taken aback by the nickname. It was… sweet. For a second, I almost forgot what was happening. But reality hit me hard, and I shook my head. "How can you say something like that?" I whispered, my throat dry. "You’ll see, babe," he said, and I heard the sound of buttons being undone. My breath hitched. Was he… undressing? I could feel his intense gaze on me, filled with desire. Even though I hated him, I couldn’t deny the effect he had on me. My body felt hot, my skin tingling at his presence. "Luca…" I tried to speak, but before I could finish, his lips crashed against mine. His tongue pushed against my lips, demanding entry. I refused, pressing my lips tightly together. But he wasn’t patient. He bit my lower lip, making me gasp, and in that moment, he slid his tongue inside.

"Fuck, Luca!" I tried to pull away, but he growled against my lips. "Mine. All mine," he murmured between the kiss. One of his hands gripped my waist while the other traced my bare thigh, sending sparks through my skin. I twisted my body, trying to escape, but the ropes held me still. He moved down to my neck, his lips pressing against my skin, searching for my sweet spot. When he found it, I let out an involuntary moan. "Stop, Luca…" My voice was weak, breathless. He didn’t listen. His hand slid under my shirt, fingers grazing my stomach. "No, Luca, stop!" My body betrayed me, my mind fighting while my senses screamed at the pleasure. He ignored my words, his touch becoming more demanding. One hand slid the fabric of my shirt off my shoulders.

"Black bra… baby, you know it’s my favorite," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck. Heat rose to my cheeks in embarrassment. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to let him see the effect he had on me. "Stop," I said, my voice firmer. "If you don’t, I will never forgive you." That made him pause. A moment later, he moved his hand away and pulled off the blindfold. "Look at me, love," he murmured. I hesitated but slowly opened my eyes, meeting his piercing blue gaze. "Good girl. Look at yourself, Belle. Look at the effect I have on you." He smirked, placing a kiss just below my lips. I swallowed hard, unable to look away.