I am Alpha King's Secret

A burning desire rises from my body, which is almost burning me to death.

I shook my vague brain. Then, I opened my eyes, and what greeted me was the resplendent walls and ceiling lights. The unfamiliar environment forced me to sit up. Then I found myself lying on a bed in a luxurious room.

Where is this? Why am I here?

When I was having tea with my stepmother in the afternoon, I suddenly faint. Later, I was already here when I woke up again.

I rubbed my temples with my hands, but it is useless. As the lady of the Winger family, with bodyguards patrolling the house, I was impossible to suddenly be kidnapped. Who brought me here? I do not believe that my "dodder" stepmother who could only cling to my father dare to hurt me.

But my turbid mind does not allow me to think about some complex problems, and some sixth sense told me that this place was dangerous, and I had to leave quickly.

I bit my lower lip, the smell of blood filled my mouth, and I recovered my consciousness by the pain, dragging my wounded body. I just staggered to the door and was attracted by the mirror attached to the wall.

In the mirror, a girl with smooth skin, a blond long hair hanging at the waist, her Deep pupils seem to suck the soul out of people, and her proud body is only covered with a thin red gauze skirt. Sexy clothes embellish her beautiful figure.

My face turned red. At next second, the red climbed directly from the neck red to the top of the head. I have never seen such a revealing dress, especially this dress is also worn on myself. I absolutely cannot go out with this outfit in case someone sees the end.

Before I could figure out how to get out, the wooden door in front of me squeaked.

A very handsome man walked in, tall with chiseled features, his high bridged nose and deep-set eyes looking particularly captivating. The thin lips pursed together gave him an aura of aloof, and his suit was buttoned up to the top button, with his sexy Adam's apple standing out prominently.

"Could I borrow a piece of clothing from you, sir?" My disoriented brain, coupled with being struck by his appearance, caused the words to blurt out before they were processed by my mind, and only after speaking did, I realize the inappropriateness.

Sure enough, the person opposite snorted with laughter, leaning against the doorframe and looking inside the room leisurely, "If you want clothes, come and get them yourself."

As he spoke, he generously opened his arms as if really waiting for me to step forward and help him take off his coat. Under the deep gaze, I felt an increasing sense of fear, as if the me who just spoke to him was a sheep walking into a trap.

We stood face to face, neither of us making a move, as if there was a strange magnetic field between us.

No, I can't hold on anymore.

Waves of heat surged through my body again. My knees weakened, and I stumbled backward, but my body is unsteady. I closed my eyes in fear, expecting to fall hard onto the wooden floor. Suddenly, a strong arm supported my waist and then pulled me forcefully into his embrace. He was incredibly tall; even with my tiptoes, I could only reach his bridge of the nose.

"The move to throw yourself into my arms seems a bit clumsy," the man's voice was pleasant to the ear, like the deep melody of a cello.

But I couldn't make out what he was saying, I only felt the moment he held me, the heat in my body subsided, and a tingling sensation spread from the skin pressed against his chest.

So comfortable, I wanted to get closer to him.

I held onto the collar of his shirt to help myself stand, while the other hand rubbed back and forth over his well-defined abs. He had a great body, and if I had been sober, I wouldn't have dared to do such a thing. But at that moment, I just held on to him like an ice block, refusing to let go.

You asked for it, hold on tight later.

His voice had a bit of a gritted-teeth tone, and after saying this, he kept tightening his grip on my arm, already causing pain to my waist, but before I could resist, I felt a dizzying spin and was thrown onto my back onto the bed.

The warm yellow ceiling light came into my view again, and I reached out dissatisfiedly, searching for the suddenly departed "ice cube."

A "snap" sound.

The last light was turned off by the man, and in the darkness, I heard heavy breathing coming from beside me, a cool hand touched my lower leg, then slid up my leg, thigh, buttocks, waist, chest, and finally his large hand stopped on my neck without moving upward. My heart was pounding rapidly, and the last bits of consciousness told me I should leave, but the physical desire had already suppressed any rational thoughts.

This layer of reason was suppressed tightly.

I don't know how long it took, but his hand gently but firmly grasped my neck, burying his head in the crook of my neck as delicate kisses landed on my neck and collarbone, lingering there. His large hand rudely tore away the red veil covering me, lingering for a moment on my chest before slowly moving downwards.

Mmm... ah.

The heat in my body felt incredibly comfortable under his soothing touch, and my body's intense desire wanted him to continue, even more forcefully. However, the last remnants of my consciousness made me feel ashamed.

The air was thick with dubious, and his hand released my neck. Seizing the opportunity, I took deep, greedy breaths, the much-needed oxygen fleeting. Suddenly, he lifted his head from my chest and captured my slightly panting lips, his rough tongue probing mine. I tried to resist but was drawn into his descent, time dragging slowly, as if an entire century had passed. He straightened up to admire my alluring appearance as I panted.

In the darkness, I could see nothing but the aggressive blue of his pupils shining brightly against the night, with a glimmer of gold beneath that blue. The night heightened my sense of touch. Although his body had moved away, his hands continued their movements without ceasing, instead becoming more forceful.

"Uh... take your hand away." I managed to say the words of refusal with my last bit of strength, reaching out to grab the moist fingers of the other person.

"Really? But you're so wet now, are you sure you want me to let go?" He not only didn't let go but became even more excessive.

It was him who led me into the abyss of passion, yet he remained as calm as an outsider, pressing down on me and watching me, as if to see how long I could hold on. In the next moment, I felt a thrilling sensation of soaring into the sky, and after my body shook violently a few times, it settled into a relative calm.

Damn it, I wasn't done yet. You got there first?

He irritably pulled open the crumpled shirt on his body and pressed down abruptly, this time aiming directly at the core.

Ah... it hurts!

After breaking through a barrier, the man paused for a second, "You were a virgin?"

But now I can't focus my mind to respond to him; I'm like a small boat in a storm, moving forward with his actions. Fortunately, he doesn't need me to answer, just silently increasing his force, thrusting into my private garden.

In the heat of passion, it seemed like I saw the man's golden eyes turn blue, and two triangular horns grow on his ears. What is that? In confusion, I touched the horn, which felt fluffy. Before I could think more, he quickly turned his head to the side. This touch seemed to trigger a switch in him, and his actions became rougher.

"It hurts, be gentle." My hand reached the bedside, trying to crawl forward by holding the bedside cabinet, but he held my waist and pulled me back roughly.

Ah

The wooden bed creaked under my movements, the sound lasting for a very long time.