Sold To The Alphas I Hate Chapter 47: I Want To Fuck You Hard

Roman’s POV

The way she stood against the wall, bracing against what she thought was coming her way, I felt bad that she still didn’t trust —but she was not at fault after experiencing no rcy from n.

She must think everyone looked at her as nothing more than just a fucktool, and I had no will to prove her wrong.

Because, in the end, the five of us were going to do the sa with her sooner or later to fulfill our revenge. So no need to raise her hopes into trusting . It will only hurt her more.

If she thought all our kind only knew how to fuck won and want them for only one purpose, then she was not wrong either. We werewolves with an insatiable sex drive were just that. Unless the woman is our mate, she was nothing more than a fucktool. And if the woman is soone we like, then we wouldn’t wait to get between her legs.

Eira was just that—not my mate, but still the woman I once liked. The one who stirred every dark and sinful urge inside .

I wanted to fuck her until her body broke, until my na was the only word she knew. I wanted to ruin her for every man alive.

But now was not the ti

So I said calmly, "Relax. I’m just washing your back and legs. I don’t plan to do anything to you, yet. Not in the bathroom. Not while you’re still hurt."

She needed to know she was only being spared for now. That she should prepare herself, ready her mind for what was to co.

But, of all the things, the kindness I was showing to her wasn’t an act. I cared for her genuinely after seeing her badly hurt and knowing what happened to her in prison.

I wasn’t in a hurry to make her realize it. Eventually, she will understand it.

Even after my words, she didn’t relax. Her breath was shallow, her fingers tight against the wall, still bracing herself for pain.

I turned off the shower and stepped out to get a towel. When I returned, I covered her trembling back with a towel so I could wrap the soft fabric around her soaked body.

But I couldn’t deny that seeing her—naked, water glistening over every curve and scar—I couldn’t look away.

My cock ached. My hands itched to grab her hips and pull her against . If she had whispered that she wanted to take her right then, I would have lost every ounce of restraint I had left.

I stepped closer, pressing my torso against her back just enough for her to feel the heat radiating off . The thin towel was all that separated her back from my chest.

I placed my hands over hers where they rested against the wall. Her skin was still damp, still warm, and I could feel the tension locked in her fingers.

I leaned in, letting my lips hover just above the nape of her neck. I didn’t kiss her. I just breathed her in.

Fuck.

Her scent was lethal. Even now, even broken, she slled like fire and forbidden sin. It was enough to drive any man mad.

In the past, I used to crave her the sa way. But I was too much of a jackass to handle it properly. I didn’t know how to get her attention. The only thing I knew was how to bully her.

I wanted her thoughts to be filled with . I didn’t care if she loved or hated . Hate would do, as long as it ant I was on her mind and the only one she thought about.

I felt her body tense beneath my hands, rigid as stone, and that silent reaction only fueled the fire burning inside . My voice dropped to a growl as I asked, "Do you really want to fuck you right here?"

She didn’t answer. Her silence scread louder than any plea. I could hear the faint sound of her swallowing, the way her chest barely moved with each shallow breath. She was terrified, but too used to the pain to resist. She had learned by now that fighting back rarely made a difference.

I inhaled deeply, forcing the beast inside to settle, and slowly turned her around. Her face remained lowered, her wet hair clinging to her cheeks, refusing to et my gaze. I wrapped the towel securely around her slender fra, then lifted her chin with my fingers.

Her empty eyes t mine. Lifeless, guarded, unreadable.

"Eira," I said, my voice low but firm, "trust , I want to do all kinds of bad things to you. But when I say it’s not the ti, you should believe ."

There wasn’t a flicker of change in her gaze. No defiance, no hope, no anger. Just a void, as if the aning of trust had been carved out of her soul a long ti ago.

I studied her face closely. It was pale, thinner than I rembered, yet still so fucking beautiful. My fingers brushed aside a damp strand of hair stuck to her skin, trailing down the curve of her cheek. My gaze dropped to her lips—wet, delicate, and far too tempting after that warm bath.

I ran my thumb gently across them, my breath mingling with hers, and I let the truth pour out.

"I can’t wait for the day you’re healed," I murmured, against her lips, my voice rough with need. "So I can fuck you hard enough to make you scream my na until your throat gives out. Not from pain, but from the kind of pleasure that makes your body tremble. I’ll make you co so many tis you’ll forget how to breathe. You’ll beg for more. You’ll cry for it. You’ll beg to fuck you harder, again and again, until you can’t think of anything but my cock. I’ll ruin you for everything you know."

I leaned closer, our lips barely brushing, close enough to steal a kiss, to taste what had been tornting for years.

"How I wish..." I whispered, my voice tightening with restraint, "...but I might just end up suffocating you to death."

She was still too fragile. Her ribs hadn’t healed fully, her breathing was uneven. One deep kiss and I wouldn’t be able to stop. One second longer and I might be kissing a corpse.

I rested my forehead against hers for a brief mont, trying to calm the savage pulse in my blood.

"Just be good," I whispered against her lips, "and trust when I tell you sothing. Alright?"

She finally exhaled the breath she had been holding—sharp and shallow—and lowered her gaze once again.

I took that as her agreent and stepped away from her.

"Let take off my clothes. I’ll carry you out."

My shirt and pants were soaked through. I removed them and wrapped a towel around my waist.

She kept her gaze fixed downward, still standing exactly where I left her. Maybe she didn’t want to see naked. Maybe she just couldn’t bear to look.

God, I was hard as hell just by the thought of kissing her and being close to her.

Heaven knows what I’ll do when I finally get to fuck her.