PRESENT TIME

"Tell me, Jannah," Dorrent whispered, his voice dropping into a register so dark, thick, with a possessive hunger that it seemed to vibrate directly through the timber of the wardrobe behind her. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Jannah was gasping for air, her chest heaving violently beneath the ruined fabric of her clothes. Every breath she drew was saturated with the suffocating, primal heat of his S-tier Alpha pheromones that had completely dismantled her capacity for rational thought. Down below, the reality was catastrophic. Her swollen, hyper-sensitive entrance was pulsing with an agonizing, desperate emptiness, aching so deeply for the thick, throbbing length resting against her folds. She wanted him. She wanted to feel the massive, blistering ridge of his manhood tearing through her defenses, burying itself inside her tight, dripping wet core until the maddening itch in her lower abdomen was completely consumed.

How did I let this happen? a small, fractured fragment of her mind wept.

A wave of profound, suffocating regret washed over her as she clung to his broad shoulders. She wished with everything left in her soul that she had never accepted the deal in the 3rd Street ghetto five weeks ago. She wished she had left Guron Grefo standing in the mud with his millions, that she had stayed in the safety of the squalor, gathering weeds in the dirt rather than stepping into this suffocating yearning. But it was the only way she would avenge her parents.

But as the head of his cock nudged against her slick opening, a sudden, dark memory flared behind her eyelids. She thought of the previous six Alphas from the lower district who had tried to claim her, the ones whose proximity had triggered nothing but cold revulsion in her heart.

A wicked, desperate crystallization of malice hardened inside her chest. If Dorrent took her tonight, if he took his way past the threshold of her virginity, would he suffer the exact same fate? Would a great catastrophy befall him that would help her with revenge?

The thought was a dangerous, intoxicating narcotic. To see her parents’ killer brought to his knees by his own unbridled lust, to watch the grand CEO of Gammar Tech undergo a total biological disaster because he couldn’t control his desire for a gutter-rat—it was the ultimate vengeance. She was beyond redemption now. Her body was burning, her mind was twisted by the heat, and she wanted nothing more than to unleash the curse hidden within her slick, tight flesh.

"You..." Jannah gasped out, the words tearing from her throat with extreme difficulty as Dorrent continued to tease her entrance, slowly sliding the wet, burning length of his shaft up and down her swollen folds, driving the friction to an unbearable height. Her hips twitched involuntarily against his grip, her nails digging deeper into the solid muscle of his pectorals. "You hate me... You find me... filthy and dirty... yet here you are... willing to... to have sex with a gutter-rat..."

Dorrent’s eyes narrowed into thin, lethal slits, the crimson light behind his pupils flaring with an unhinged, predatory intensity. His jaw clenched tightly, his hot breath brushing against her flushed, wet cheek.

"Hating you doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you, little omega," Dorrent growled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that dripped with absolute, untouchable dominance. He anchored his hands harder into her tiny waist, completely lifting her weight so that her sensitive center was perfectly aligned with the pulsing ridge of his cock. He looked down at her glistening, parted lips, his chest heaving as he threw the question back into her face like a command. "Now answer me. Do you want me to fuck you?"

Jannah didn’t speak. The linguistic capability had completely evaporated from her tongue. Instead, driven by the overwhelming, agonizing demands of her traitorous core, she gave him her answer through action.

With a slow, desperate tilt of her pelvis, Jannah moved her hips forward.

The movement was an invitation. Her slick, boiling entrance opened up, the tight, hyper-sensitive folds stretching as they began to engulf the thick, massive crown of his dick. The blunt, pulsing tip penetrated her, breaking past the very first outer boundary of her flesh, the sheer size and heat of him sending a violent jolt of raw electricity straight up her spine.

Dorrent let out a sharp, ragged gasp, his head snapping back as the intense, suffocating friction of her tight, dripping wet core clamped around his tip. It was the ultimate validation. He took the movement as an absolute invitation, his mind fracturing under the sudden, immense rush of pleasure. He was finally having her. He was finally holding the girl he had been yearning for in the dark, the one whose striking beauty and defiant aura had been driving him to the absolute brink of sanity for the past month.

He was no longer the broken, pathetic man who had avoided her out of a terrifying fear of his own impotence. His dead nerves were completely gone, replaced by a roaring furnace of S-tier energy that demanded absolute consumption. A fleeting, dark thought crossed his mind—he wondered for a split second if she was also cursed, if she was like the wild omega from five years ago who had dragged his biology into the abyss. But looking down at her flushed, dazed face, feeling the intense heat of her body tightly grasping his crown, he didn’t mind. He didn’t care if it was a trap. His mind was silent; his dick was doing the talking now.

With a slow, agonizing deliberation, Dorrent pulled his manhood completely out of her wet folds, the slick skin parting with a wet, sticky sound. Jannah let out a quiet, desperate whimper at the sudden loss of the heat, her hips instinctively reaching forward to find him again.

But Dorrent was already adjusting his stance. He locked his fingers into the bone of her hips, pinning her spine flat against the wardrobe. His face became a mask of pure, unyielding execution as he aligned the veiny shaft directly against her tight opening.

He leaned his full, massive weight forward, going in for a single, deep, and relentless penetration.

The thick, blistering length of his cock tore through her virgin barrier in an instant, burying itself completely inside her, stretching her tight, narrow walls to their absolute biological limits until his pubic bone slammed hard against her pelvis.

The sudden, overwhelming magnitude of the invasion shattered the spell of pleasure. Jannah’s eyes flew wide open, her head snapping back against the wood as she cried out a sharp, fractured sound that was caught between the burning, tearing pain of being first-time penetrated and the sudden, devastating pleasure of his throbbing dick completely filling her up to the very depths of her womb. The intense friction of her inner walls clenching around his shaft triggered a catastrophic explosion of raw sensation throughout the entire room, and Jannah opened her mouth, letting out a loud, breathless, and completely uninhibited moan that echoed off the ceilings...

"Aaaaah!"