Chapter 6

Meadow’s POV

“Oh my God,” I moaned, my back arching as Alaric drove into me, deep and nonstop.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he fucked me into the mattress like he owned me. Like he always had.

I couldn’t breathe or think.

I could only feel his thick length stretching me, his name falling from my lips like a desperate prayer, the sound of his skin slapping mine, and the way I clenched around him like I wanted more.

Because I did.

“Alaric,” I whimpered, chasing something that I’d never in my life felt before.

Was this what it felt like? What it meant to be taken and owned and ruined?

But then, his eyes met mine, and that’s when everything changed. Because I expected to see heat in his eyes. Lust. Something. Anything.

But all I saw was complete emptiness as he continued thrust into me. 

His voice was flat. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

My breath caught. “Wait—”