"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.

"The fuck you are leaving me." He snapped and growled at his mate. She was calm as she was ever be regardless of his snapping. She sighed and turned around to leave without saying something to him because it was worthless. There was no point in talking and especially to him. He grabbed her arm before she put one step. "Where do you think you are going Ara?" He growled so loudly as everyone shuddered watching their interaction. She quickly remove his hand as anger rolling off of her in waves. "Don't. Touch. Me. So you think I will live here and watch you mate and breed that female." She snapped at him. "She meant nothing Ara." He said after a minute. She laughed, literally laughed but without any humor. "That's why you were fucking her in your office just a minutes before, don't you?" "It was a mistake." He tried to reason with her. "But in your case mistakes happened in more than one time. And they said mistakes happened only one time." She said sarcastically. "I don't need her. I need you." He said again desperately. "Lies. All lies coming from your mouth. I feel disgusted just by looking at you, let alone talking to you. And you said you need me? Ha. Very funny. You don't need me and I sure as hell don't need you. This female behind your back is more enough than me. Breed her, mark her or fuck her. I DON'T FUCKING CARE." "I am sorry. I am really fucking sorry." He said brokenly as kneeling on the ground. A small laugh escaped from her lips. "Isn't it too late for that mate?" And she left just like that while single tear rolled down her cheeks. He had made mistakes. Mistakes that will cost him everything. He knew he had lost her and this time completely. She was broken. Again. He did break her, repair her just to break her again leaving a broken shattered woman but strong willed. ---------------------------------------------------- The cruel, sadistic Rogue Alpha and his caring, lovable Witch mate. Will it be too late for him to say sorry?

She cleared her throat to gain his attention. "Do you like this position so much that you don't want to leave my bed or do you want me on the top of you so I can fuck out of you if you have still that manliness of course." She forgot that she had undone her magic so in one motion he grabbed her and pulled her on the bed as he laid on the top of her, a squeal left her lips. He quickly pinned her both hands on the top of her head. She glared at him as she couldn't move. He smirked at her weak state. He dipped his head near her ear, her body tensed below him. "Do you want me to show you my manliness? If you are that much greedy, you should have told me that soon so I would have showed you how much manliness is inside me." And to show her demo he pushed his hips to her core. A silent moan left her lips. He touched her black silky hairs in between his fingers, then moved his hands to her smooth cheeks, to her delicate soft neck, to her collar bone, to the side of her breast, to her waist, to her hip bone, to her thick thighs. He grabbed her thigh in his hand and a low growl burst out of him. He just wanted to sink his canines to her every soft flesh. She opened her eyes to looked at him. His eyes were all black and she was sure her was the same. The hunger was evident in his eyes promise of a long passionate night. And she knew he won't disappoint her due to the rumours about his libido. "Why do you have to be like this?" He whispered. She furrowed her brows. "What?" He came back from whatever daze he was in and shook his head as he left her hands and stood up. "My daughter is my everything. Hurt he..." "I know, I know." She waved her hand for him to go away. He looked at the beauty in front of her for a moment and nodded then left her room. "She is looking like a fresh breath of air, messy long hairs, desirable eyes, and don't even start about her body. I can't get her out of my mind human. I want her. And I want her soon." His wolf said dreamily to him.

"I know you are here. Why can't you show yourself to me? Why?" She screamed while crying. "I can feel you. Please. I am begging you." She was kneeling on the ground as more tears rolled down her cheeks. He hated to see her like this. He hated himself for that. He was the reason she was crying and he couldn't even do anything. "Just for some time love. I will come and give you the world you deserves until then I am deeply sorry." He whispered himself looking at her as he nodded at his right hand. She was a decent girl but fate made her choose the wrong path. From barely covering bills to wearing expensive clothes. She had changed so much but for good. One day while on the job, she grab someone's attention. Someone mysterious. Someone lethal. Someone dangerous. He saw her daily but in shadows unknown to her. He knew what the danger he will put her when he will reveal himself to her. "I will be waiting for you. Stay behind the dance floor and don't turn around." He said to her on the phone. She did as he said. She stood behind the dance floor which was a dark dim area but nonetheless people were dancing like there was no care in the world. She was hella nervous. It was the first time she will feel him. She was excited too but her thoughts interrupted when suddenly she felt a warm hands coiled around her flat toned stomach as she was pulled against the warm muscled body. A heavy sign left her lips and she leaned into him. "Missed me love?" He whispered in her ear making her shiver. She put her hands on his hands afraid of losing him again and nodded at him "Are you behaving good love?" And she quickly nodded. She was behaving very good and she should be praised and he was going to. "I am going to fuck you with my fingers and make you cum for being a good girl. Understood?" He said huskily as he nibbled her ear lobe, a moan left her lips making him growled in his breath. "Yes." She said breathlessly. Is it wrong of her to love the most dangerous person?

They say, There is a very fine line between Love and Hate. What do you think?

It's him... I crave, I want, And I need. It's him and end of discussion.