Chapter 90: .r big bad alpha [ M]
Noelle keeps grinding against me, his movements growing more frantic, more desperate, and I can feel him trembling with need. The sounds he makes—those breathy gasps, the quiet moans—drive me wild. My body is screaming for release, the pressure building inside me so intense it’s almost painful. Every time he moves, every time he tightens around me, it pushes me closer to the brink, but not quite over.
I tug at the restraints again, the rope digging into my wrists as I strain against them. My instincts are screaming at me to touch him, to grab him, to flip him over and fuck him the way he deserves. But I’m trapped, completely at his mercy, and the frustration gnaws at me, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure in a heady, chaotic mess.
"Noelle..." I groan, my voice rough, desperate. "Untie me. Now."
He laughs breathlessly, his lips brushing against my ear as he continues to ride me, his pace unrelenting. "Why should I?" he teases, his voice low and sultry. "I like you like this—so helpless, so needy."
I growl in response, the sound vibrating deep in my chest, but it only seems to amuse him further. His hips roll harder, his hands sliding over my chest, his nails dragging lightly against my skin. He’s pushing me, testing my limits, seeing just how far he can take this before I snap.
And I’m close to snapping. Too close.
He leans in, his lips ghosting over my throat as he whispers, "You’ll just have to wait, my star. I’m not done playing with you yet."
That does it.
Something primal surges up inside me, a fierce, overwhelming need to take control. I pull hard against the restraints, harder than before, feeling the ropes give just the slightest bit. My muscles strain, my blood pounding in my ears as I tug again, harder this time. The bindings groan in protest, the wood of the chair creaking beneath me, and then—