Chapter 22: Chapter 22: I am f**king a rogue

Alina’s POV

"Here you go," I murmured, sliding the plate of raspberry pie onto the table. Neither of them looked at the dessert—or me. Their eyes were glued to the flat screen mounted on the wall.

I followed their gaze, and my breath hitched. The news ticker scrolled across the bottom of the screen, flashing headlines about a rogue pack tearing through helpless omegas and betas. A cold stone settled in my gut. Lucian was a rogue. I was sleeping with a rogue. The realization hit me like a physical blow; I had to end this before it spiraled into something I couldn’t survive.

"I hope they wipe every last one of them out," a customer spat, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. "They can’t just slaughter people because they feel like it."

"You’re right," his companion agreed, leaning forward. "The Alpha needs to step up and put an end to them for good."

I didn’t stay to hear the rest. I turned and retreated to my small office, the door clicking shut behind me. I sank into my chair and leaned back, squeezing my eyes shut, but the darkness offered no relief. Instead, Lucian’s face flooded my mind—the raw, hungry yearning in his eyes.

I snapped my eyes open, my heart hammering against my ribs. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I whispered. Beads of sweat broke out along my hairline. I couldn’t let him get under my skin like this. "I’m fine. I’m perfectly fine."

I tried to relax again, but the memory of him was a fever. I could practically feel his desperation, the way he begged for me. A heat blossomed between my thighs, and I looked down, cursing under my breath as the dampness of my silk panties pressed against my skin. I was already aching for him again.

A sharp knock on the door made me jump. I stood up, smoothing my clothes and forcing my breathing to steady before pulling the door open.

My heart stopped. Lucian stood in the hallway.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he held up his phone. A single missed call from my number glowed on the screen. My stomach dropped—I hadn’t touched my phone.

"You can’t be here, I work here and you—"

Before I could finish the sentence, he slammed the door shut behind him, crashing his mouth onto mine in a hungry, sloppy kiss. His tongue invaded me instantly, wet and demanding, while his hands grabbed my waist and yanked me flush against his hard body. He lifted me like I weighed nothing, sweeping everything off my desk in one brutal motion — papers, files, pens scattering everywhere — and dropped me onto the cold wood.

I wrapped my legs around his waist instantly, grinding my aching pussy against the thick bulge in his pants like a desperate little slut. My fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, ripping a few off in my hurry. This was my workplace. My fucking office. But my body didn’t care.

"Stop—" I gasped, pushing weakly at his chest even as my hips rolled against him. "We can’t do this here..."

He smirked, dark and filthy, stepping closer until his breath burned against my lips.

"Your body always betrays you, Alina," he growled, sliding his hand between my thighs and pressing two fingers right against my soaked panties. "Look how fucking wet you are already. You want this cock just as bad as I want to ruin you. Don’t fucking deny it."

He licked a slow, wet stripe up my ear, then sucked my lobe into his mouth. A broken moan tore from my throat before I could stop it.

"People are right outside," I whimpered, my voice already slurred and needy, my virgin-tight pussy clenching hard around nothing. "They’ll hear us..."

"Then be a good girl and shut the fuck up," he ordered, voice low and rough.

He yanked my trousers down to my knees in one rough tug, exposing my dripping cunt. His own pants were shoved halfway down his thick thighs a second later. His cock sprang free — heavy, veiny, and throbbing angrily, the thick head already leaking precum.

"Spit on it," he demanded.

I leaned forward like the eager whore I was and let a thick string of spit drip onto his cock. He groaned, rubbing the slick mess over his swollen tip before spreading my trembling thighs wider.

He didn’t ease in.

He slammed his thick cock into my tight, soaking pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching me open so wide I had to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming. My walls fluttered and clenched around every inch as he buried himself balls-deep.

"Fuuuck," he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes rolling back for a second. "This greedy little cunt is sucking me in so fucking tight."

He started pounding into me without mercy, the desk creaking loudly under every deep, wet thrust. The filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping against my soaked ass filled the room — loud, obscene, and completely uncontrollable.

My juices were already dripping down my thighs, coating his cock and making everything messy and slick. I was trying so hard to stay quiet, but every brutal snap of his hips forced little broken whimpers and moans out of me.

He leaned down, biting my neck as he fucked me harder, whispering hot against my skin:

"That’s it, baby... take this dick like the desperate office slut you are."

His thrusts turned savage, pounding into my soaked pussy with wet, filthy sounds that echoed in the small office. He gripped my hips tighter, slamming me back onto his thick cock over and over, growling low in my ear.

"Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me. This greedy little cunt is creaming all over me. You love getting railed right here where anyone could walk in, don’t you?"

I could barely think straight, my walls clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me. But then his rhythm faltered for a second. He buried his face in my neck, breathing ragged, voice turning needy and shaky.

"It’s so much better when you say those things to me, baby... Please. Curse me. Humiliate me. Make me regret ever saying those words to you. I need it — I need you to take over again. Please, Alina..."

A slow, wicked smile spread across my lips. There he was — my desperate little yearner, cracking under his own game.

I grabbed his hair roughly and yanked his head back so he had to look me in the eyes. My voice dropped, cold and commanding.

"Oh? Suddenly remembering your place, huh?"

Without warning, I pushed him back hard until he was lying flat on the desk, his cock slipping out of me for a split second. I climbed on top immediately, straddling him like I owned him — because I did. I sank back down onto his throbbing dick in one swift drop, taking him balls-deep again, my soaked pussy swallowing every inch.

"Now you listen to me, you pathetic, cock-hungry slut," I growled, starting to ride him hard and fast, my ass slapping loudly against his thighs with every bounce. "You think you can talk to me like that in my own office? You’re nothing but my personal fucktoy today. This thick cock belongs to me. Say it."

He moaned loudly, hands flying to my waist, but I pinned them above his head with one hand while I rode him mercilessly.

"I... I’m your fucktoy," he gasped, voice wrecked. "Fuck — Alina, please—"

"Shut the fuck up and take it," I snapped, clenching around him on purpose, making him whimper. "Look at you — leaking inside me like a desperate whore, begging me to ruin you on my desk. You’re so fucking weak for this pussy, aren’t you? Say thank you for letting you inside me."

"Thank you... thank you for letting me inside your perfect cunt," he choked out, eyes rolling back as I slammed down harder, my juices dripping everywhere, soaking his balls and the desk beneath us.

I leaned down, biting his nipple hard while I ground my clit against him with every roll of my hips.

"Good boy. Now stay quiet while I use this cock until I cum all over it. If you make too much noise, I’ll stop and leave you edged and dripping like the needy bitch you are."

I rode him faster, bouncing harder, my tits jiggling with every brutal drop. The desk creaked violently under us. His cock throbbed and swelled inside me, stretching my walls perfectly. I could feel my orgasm building fast — hot and unstoppable.

"Fuck... I’m cumming," I hissed, slamming down one last time as my pussy clenched violently around him. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, my juices gushing out, squirting messily all over his cock and the desk. I bit my own arm to muffle the loud moan that tried to rip out of me.

The second I started cumming, he lost it completely.

"Alina— fuck— I’m gonna—" he whimpered, hips jerking up desperately as he exploded deep inside me. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my spasming cunt, filling me until it started leaking out around his cock, mixing with my own mess and dripping down onto the desk in sticky puddles.

We both trembled through the aftershocks, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat.

I slowly lifted myself off him, his spent cock slipping out with a wet sound, a thick glob of our combined cum dripping from my used pussy onto his thigh. I quickly grabbed some tissues from the drawer, wiping myself as best as I could, then pulled my panties and trousers back up, smoothing my shirt and trying to fix my hair in the small mirror on the wall. My legs were still shaky, but I forced myself to look composed again — professional on the outside, even if my cunt was still throbbing and leaking his cum.

He sat up on the desk, pants still halfway down, cock glistening with our mess, staring at me with that wrecked, adoring look.

"We are both a mess for each other," he said softly, voice hoarse and full of raw affection mixed with filthy satisfaction.

Before I could reply, a sharp knock echoed on the door.

"Alina? Are you in there?"