Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Chapter 155

Alpha Ethan’s POV

I sat in the chair with a glass in my hand, watching her. The dim light from the floor lamp pooled around us, leaving the corners of the room in shadows. Everything felt heavy, the air, the silence, and the anger twisting inside my chest like a blade. I needed an outlet, Something

Anything.“Stand and strip,” I said. My voice was calm, too calm, the kind of calm that comes right before a storm.Sandra looked up from where she was lounging on the sofa, sipping her drink like she didn’t have a care in the world.

For a moment, her eyes searched mine, maybe trying to figure out if I was joking. I wasn’t. Not tonight. She hesitated only a second before setting the glass down and rising to her feet.

The sound of her heels against the polished floor clicked like a metronome, slow and steady, echoing through the room as she walked to the center. I didn’t move.

I just watched. She stopped and bit her lower lip, a gesture that was probably meant to look seductive but instead felt calculated. That didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

I wanted control, and right now, she was the only thing standing in front of me. Her hands moved to the zipper at her back, pulling it down with agonizing slowness. The dark green dress slipped off her shoulders, sliding down her body until it pooled around her feet.

She stepped out of it, leaving herself in black lace lingerie that clung to her like a second skin.A low sound rumbled from my throat before! even realized it. Something primal.

Something raw. I motioned for her to come closer. Sandra obeyed without a word, her steps deliberate, hips swaying in a way that might have looked natural to someone else, but I saw the effort. I didn’t care.

She came to me, and that was enough.When she reached my chair, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto my lap. The weight of her body pressed against mine, soft curves meeting hard muscle.

For a second, I just held her there, my hands gripping her hips like I needed to anchor myself before I lost control completely.

And then I kissed her. Hard. There was nothing tender about it.,

No warmth, no love, just anger, desperation, I needed to drown out the thoughts in my head, the voices, the memories, and the guilt I refused

to name.

She kissed me back with the same urgency, like she’d been waiting for this, or maybe she just knew what was expected of her.

My hands moved without thinking, tracing the curve of her waist before sliding down to cup her ass.

Her body arched into mine as if inviting more, and I gave it to her.

When I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, it came away easily, falling to the floor like an afterthought.

Her breasts were perfectly soft round, but they didn’t matter.

None of it mattered.

This wasn’t about beauty or desire. This was about control. About silencing the chaos inside me, if only for a few minutes.

I told myself that as I lowered my head, my mouth closed over her skin.

She moaned softly, her hands tangling in my hair. The sound fueled me, drove me further, until I couldn’t tell where anger ended and need

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Chapter 155

began.

When I pushed her off my lap and told her to get on her knees, she obeyed without hesitation.

That obedience, the way she moved without question, fed something dark in me, something I didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t deny,

lips slightly parted. There was a flicker there fear? anticipation? I didn’t stop to figure

She knelt on the floor, looking up at me with wide eyes, lips

it out.

ha

My hands went to my belt, unbuckling it with a sharp metallic click that sounded louder than it should have.

I unzipped my pants slowly, watching her face, waiting for any sign of hesitation…

There was none.“Take it,” I said, my voice low,

yes, Master,” she whispered, and those two words did something to me.

Something dangerous. Her hands moved to my waistband, pulling it open. She freed me and started slow, her mouth warm, her tongue teasing.

I felt a groan rip through me, and my fingers curled in her hair, holding her in place as I guided her rhythm. She didn’t resist.

She took me in deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on like she wanted to prove something. For a few moments, I let myself get lost in it–the sensation, the power, the illusion that I was in control of something, anything.

But control is a lie, isn’t it? And I was about to prove it to myself.When I asked her to stop and go to the bed, she stood without a word, walking across the room with that same sway in her hips.

She lay down, spreading her legs as I told her, her eyes fixed on me like she was reading every unspoken thought.

I went to the drawer and pulled out the things I’d hidden there: a pair of handcuffs, a vibrator, and a condom.“Give me your hands,” I said.

She obeyed. I snapped the cuffs around her wrists, locking them to the headboard. The sound of the metal clicking into place was sharp and

final.”

Can you take double penetration?” I asked, my voice flat, almost detached. She nodded without hesitation, and that was all I needed.

I started slow, inserting the vibrator gently, watching her reaction. Her breath hitched, a soft moan slipping past her lips.

That sounds good; that sound pushed me over the edge. I tore the condom open with my teeth, rolled it on, and positioned myself between

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