VegasPete (fanfic) ABOverse

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TW: rape roleplay❗️❗️ skip this chapter if you feel uncomfortable reading it

Vegas' POV

I placed Pete on the bed. He didn't resist at all as I carried him. He propped himself up on his elbows, leaning back against the pillows, his eyes fixed on me. The pheromones coming from him told me he was both sad and angry.

He was angry at me.

I stared back at him. Who told him that I didn't look at him? Whether he wore makeup or not, he always looked good, handsome, beautiful, and the most adorable in my eyes. Even now, with his eyes stained with tears and his gaze filled with anger and disappointment, he shone in a way that I could never look away from.

"You said I don't look at you. Yes, I don't want to look at you," I said. He was angry at me, but did he ever think that I was also angry at him? My words made his lips tremble, his shoulders shake slightly.

His appearance now, white shirt stained with tears, clinging to his body, metal jewelry and some accessories pushing up prominently, crop top revealing his smooth skin, tight leather pants showing his form so clearly that you wouldn't have to guess. Just looking made it seem as though he was already undressed.

"Do you think, Pete, that I feel nothing when I see you dressed like this, letting others look at you, touch you, leave their scent on you?"

"When I walk past you, your scent is full of those alphas who want to have you. And you still want me to look at you?"

"Do you think I dress like this for others to look at? Them? Vegas, do you really think that?" Pete said, sitting up before getting off the bed.

"Your bachelor party. Normally, in these parties, omegas would take alphas or betas to bed one last time. How would I know what you really want?"

He listened to my words and then began nodding repeatedly.

"Fine. I should have let Khun take me at the bar."

"Pete!"

"Oh, right. No penetration, but he could use his hands, mouth, tongue on me, right?" He finished speaking and was about to leave the room.

Fuck it!

I grabbed his arm and yanked him back to where he was standing.

"Let go of me, Vegas," Pete tried to shake off my arm.

"Why? Are you going to find someone? Khun? Or Kinn, to have a go with him before you marry me? You've already asked Porsche for permission, haven't you?" The more I spoke, the more his body heaved with the same anger I felt.

"Yes, I asked Porsche. How does it feel to know that the person you say you love actually always had Kinn in their heart?" His challenging eyes, the teasing smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Pete!"

My head was empty, consumed by anger. My rational mind couldn't function anymore.

I threw him onto the bed, climbing over him, tearing open his shirt with one hand.

"You like it, don't you, when I'm rough? You like teasing alphas, waiting for one of them to drag you off and do this."