Hazel's POV
The sound of Jake's wet balls slapping against my entrance was all there was.
"Arghhhhh, fuck," he moaned deeply as he pounded into me from behind.
His large cock moved in and out of my pussy in merciless hard thrusts.
The floor was cold beneath my knees.
And I panted with each stroke while bracing myself on the ground with my palms.
His hands came down on my butt so hard that it took a lot to my scream.
The smarting pain caused my eyes to spin gently as he rode me like a horse.
"Ahhhh, so fucking tight," he groaned louldy as he slammed deeper into me.
He was getting pleasure and sexual satisfaction from me body.
But what did I get in return?
Abuse? Dominance? Regret?
I couldn't tell anymore at this point.
Jake paused for a moment just to position my ass high enough for him.
Then, I was receiving those hard deep thrust from him once again.
My back, my neck, my thighs and even the inside of me hurt like crazy.
My lower lip still stung from where he had bitten into it too hard.
And I could taste blood that slowly sipped out of at the corner of my mouth.
He was breathing loud and fast.
His grip on my hips was like I was just something to hold down.
He did not hold onto me like someone he had once promised to love.
I closed my eyes as he fell into a faster rhythm, stretching me.
My own climax built against my will and as he stroked faster, I came.
But, it was not as pleasurable as it should have been considering the circumstances.
"Little bitch," he said with a grunt as my cunt tightened around his cock.
He pumped my pussy a few times with his cock, moaning like a distressed hunter.
"Fuck," he stilled with a groan.
Then I felt him pull out.
"On your knees!" He barked at me.
I hurried to do so before he would spell it out again to me with his fists.
I lowered my eyes to the floor.
"Look at me you bitch!" He snapped. "Hold those saggy breasts up for me."
I did as he asked, looking away as he stared at me with two emotions in his eyes.
It was lust mixed with disgust.
He reached for his dick.
I heard the wet sound of his hands running over his cock repeatedly.
A warm, sick sound followed as he began to spill everything onto the floor.
I could hear him trembling afore me as he released his cum onto the floor.
"Arghhhhh," he screamed in delight until he was done, panting like a lapdog.
I remained in my position.
"Not a drop for you," he spat at me.
His voice was thick with lust and disgust.
"You don't deserve my seed. It is not for a fucking barren hag like you."
I didn't say anything.
My mouth stayed shut.
The ache between my legs throbbed.
My body was trembling with the force of trying not crying, not again.
I wouldn't cry in front of him.
He walked around me.
The sound of his heavy boots on the stone floor was slow and cruel.
I remained on my knees, breathing hard with my head hung low.
Was he going to beat me again?
"Look at me you condescending hag!" He snapped as he stopped right in front of me.
I did so.
He pointed at the thick mess that he had made between us on the floor.
"Lick it up."
I stared at it.
His cum was spread in uneven streaks on the cold stone floor.
The sight caused my stomach to turn.
I stayed still.
I didn't move.
I didn't even shake my head.
"Did you even hear me?" His voice instantly dropped to a lower, dangerous tone.
I still didn't answer.
The slap came fast.
My breath caught in my throat as my head snapped to the side from the impact.
His hand reached out and gripped my cheek and the edge of my throat.
I saw stars for a second.
And then, there was nothing but the dull pain and ringing that always followed.
He stared down at me.
I blinked.
But still, I didn't cry.
"You worthless piece of shit," he growled at me with his jaw tight.
I didn't look away.
"You are just a walking, dried-up cunt. I should have thrown you out years ago."
He let go of my face with so much force, causing my head to turn.
Pain flared in my neck.
He adjusted his pants, tucking his flaccid cock in while still staring down at me.
I kept my eyes on the floor.
It was safer there.
He had lost control again.
He always did.
And still, I thought—it is my fault.
If I had just kept quiet when he had yelled at me.
If I hadn't questioned him in front of the others.
If I had just been better.
None of this would have happened if I had just done any of this.
"Get up and clean yourself up bitch," he barked. "You look pathetic."
I didn't move.
Then the door swung open.
"Am I interrupting something?" a sharp lazy voice floated in like smoke.
It belonged to Kira.
My best friend.
Or she used to be.
She wore Jake's scent all over her.
I could perceive my mate all over her skin from here, across the room.
She walked in like she owned the place.
Her eyes slid over me as if I was just specks of dirt on the floor.
She didn't even flinch at what she saw.
Instead, she simply walked straight to my husband and kissed him.
I turned my head away.
This wasn't the first time.
It wouldn't be the last either.
She laughed against his lips.
"The Alpha Lycan King just arrived. He is waiting for you in the hall."
"That prick? What does he want now?" Jake asked her with a grunt.
"I don't know. Maybe he heard about the Council meeting," she shrugged.
He cursed under his breath.
Then he looked at me again.
"Don't do anything stupid," he said. "You're already on thin fucking ice."
Then they both walked out.
Kira was laughing softly at something he had whispered, their hands brushing.
The door shut behind them.
I was alone again.
I stayed there for a while, on my knees.
My arms hurt too much to push myself up because the skin was raw.
My chest burned.
I looked at the ceiling.
I didn't know what snapped inside of me at that point, but something did.
I remembered something.
Jake had made a deal a year ago.
It was an illegal trade with a rogue pack.
If the Lycan King knew about it, it would be quite easy to ruin him.
He would strip him if his title and possibly take everything away from him.
And I knew the details.
I had heard them when he didn't even think that I was listening.
I closed my eyes.
The Lycan King hated me.
He had always hated me.
But right now, he was my only chance.
He was my enemy.
But maybe, just maybe he could be my salvation.