The One I Want

The One I Want

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***** "I'm sure work can wait Ms Montiero. Our conversation is not over yet." I can't take it anymore as his strong hands hold mine against the wall behind me as he utters his words slowly in my ear. I'm eager to have him, right now, but my mind is in complete denial. No. No. You can't. You know what will happen if you do. You cannot risk it. "Well it is now." I manage to say, stepping out of his stiff embrace desperate for him to leave as my level of patience decreases and my heart rate increases. However, I am once again pulled back, this time hitting my back against the wall roughly as he glares at me, clearly frustrated. "This conversation is not over until I say it is." his voice is more stern and demanding. The fear in my eyes in unhidable. Sure I was a hunter, but never did I ever meet a more intimidating warewolf like him. I see the signs of his wolf wanting to take over, but I don't let it happen. "What do you want from me Alex?" I resopond, deciding to give him a chance at telling me exactly what he wants, even though I knew what his answer was going to be. He leans in closer but knowing the consequences one little mistake can create I put my head down, facing my purple carpeted floor, only to have him bring my chin up with his fingers whilst he looks straight into my coffee- brown eyes. "You know what I want Christie" he starts "I want you." His words hit me as hard as a rock knowing I couldn't give him what he desired, what I desired. Our breaths were mixing as I struggled for an answer. But I didn't have to wait long before he responded to his own question with an action. A very wrong action ... ***** What happens when rich, billionaire Alex Paddington, son of the Alpha, meets dancer and university student Christie Montiero, daughter of the best hunters in Chicago? Read to find out **SLOWLY EDITING**
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Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in anticipation for this role. But fate had another plan for her when she met Luke, a man who saved her and ultimately showed her what she's been missing in her life. Now, she has to decide if her ambitions are worth letting go for a shot at love. * * * "I'm sorry I hurt you." I choked out the words. I truly am sorry. I'm fighting against myself so hard by now to not show him how much I yearned for his approval. He takes two step forward, closing the gap between us and his hand reaches up and seize my throat, forcing me against the wall. His grip wasn't soft and loving, but filled with pain and bruising truth. He leaned closer and I felt his hot breath fanning my ear. "Not good enough, princess." My hands started shaking, I fisted my skirt, trying my best to compose myself and stop that lone tear that's threatening to escape. His rough palms gripped my face up to meet his raging eyes. I can see the bottled up rage and frustration bubbling to the top, threatening to spill over. But I also see that burning desire, the same one I'm fighting against. He wants me. But he also hates me. Two conflicting emotions together, battling inside him. "You're angry." "No shit, Sherlock." I can tell he wants to hurt me, physically, emotionally, just as much as I have hurt him. And yet, whatever remnant of care that he possessed for me is holding him back. Forcing him to push back that need to inflict pain. "Use me." "What?" His harshness falters a little, surprised at my words. My trembling hands slide against his hard chest, feeling the heat of his boiling rage. I lean closer, my lips brushing lightly against his ear and I whispered. "Let it out. Punish me." • MATURE THEMES 18+ • Started: Oct 10, 2021 Finished: ???

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