Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 47

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 me—but she was not at fault after experiencing no mercy from men.

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 same with her sooner or later to fulfill our revenge. So no need to raise her hopes into trusting me. It will only hurt her more.

If she thought all our kind only knew how to fuck women 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 someone 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 me.

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

But now was not the time

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 come.

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 me. If she had whispered that she wanted me 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 me. 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 smelled like fire and forbidden sin. It was enough to drive any man mad.

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