The Forbidden Room
~NADIA
My pulse pounded in my ears. I quickly dragged the duvet and draped it over my body, my hands shaky.
Aiden's brows furrowed. He walked in and closed the door behind him.
“Nadia?.." he called, stepping closer, "what were you doing?”
"You really need to learn some manners, Aiden," my voice splashed across the room.
He halted his steps.
I adjusted on the bed, sitting up and making sure I was completely covered.
“How dare you walk into my room carelessly. Don't you have knuckles to knock?”
His lips shivered, "I- I’m sorry, but I knocked before stepping in.”
"Of course you did." I snapped.
“I'm sorry, Nadia, I didn't think you would be doing anything I wasn't supposed to see.”
I bit my lips so hard, adjusting the sheet wrapped around me
My voice dropped…low and firm.
“Get out."
“What?!" He asked. Like he didn't hear me clearly.
“Get out, you son of a bitch, Get out!” My voice stormed across the room.
He didn't say anything. Couldn't.
He took one step back, eyes still fixed on mine, as if broken by my words.
He took one more step backward before turning around and clicking the door shut behind him, leaving me alone in the biting silence of my room.
“Oh goddess! What did I just do?!” I gasped, standing up from the bed and tossing the sheets aside.
My legs were shaky, arms vibrating in the air as I picked up the brush from my bed, my fingers sticking to it because of the creamy juices rubbed all over it.
I touched myself. Still wet. Still dripping.
I needed more. I wasn't satisfied yet.
My pussy was still swollen, clit throbbing. Aching.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs lifting from the ground as I spread them.
One hand moved up to my left boobs and grabbed it, the other hand directing the brush in between my legs.
I gasped when it touched the lips of my pussy. Then I pushed it and it went deeper. My thighs vibrated for a bit as I deepened the brush inside my pussy.
I moaned when my pussy swallowed the brush, my breath hanging in my throat.
I stroked my pussy with it. Very fast.
Fist slamming on my pussy clit, slick rolling out of my pussy.
I moaned. Bit my lips so hard. Then screamed when I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I squealed, hips wriggling on the bed, my entire body racking.
I fell back on the bed, my body felt too weak to move, my pussy still pressing against each other, clit soaking wet.
I wanted something better. Bigger. Larger. More experienced.
But no one could give me what I really wanted.
Only Alpha Lucian.
Aiden would be willing. He wouldn't even hesitate if I asked.
But it was his father I wanted. Daddy Lucian.
The man who raised me from just a little kiddo to the woman who's now obsessing over him.
I wanted him so badly. He knew it.
But maybe I was meant to suffer.
The moon goddess planned it all.
She did not just let my mom die when I was just four. She also bound me to a man who was off limits.
Who did not really care about me.
My legs shuddered as I stood up, thighs ruined, pussy beating harder than ever.
As if all the orgasms I attained were nothing. Like they didn't count.
But really it didn't.
Because the one who was meant to make me cum neglected me, still acting like he didn't know what I really needed.
His cock.
I stood up from the bed, and walked out of my room. For how long will I stay there and suffer silently?
My pussy was ruined. Thighs messed up. Hands filthy.
I hated to look at myself but I wanted him to see me. To see how filthy I got for him.
I walked down the hallway. Past the family photos and frames of fallen pack heroes.
I walked past where I was supposed to. Past where I was forbidden to ever cross.
I wasn't thinking. Couldn't.
My pussy overwhelmed me. The beat of it.
My thighs struggling to contain it.
The sign on the door was clearly forbidden but I didn't mind. The same way the moon goddess didn't mind before mating me to him. Daddy Alpha.
I held the door knob. The metal felt cooler than it was supposed to.
I whined and pushed the door open.
The room looked different. Different from how I last remember… ten years ago when Aiden and I sneaked into it, searching for nothing specific.
It was one of the childhood mischiefs we did together.
We were caught, mildly punished and brutally warned never to go there again.
But today, there I was, being drawn and controlled by my dripping pussy. By the scent of the man whom I used to call daddy and feel nothing.
But today, when I called him daddy, my pussy would leak, dripping uncontrollably.
The room was dark, wind blowing from corners I couldn't see.
By the window, sunlight seeped through, faintly stabbing the darkness.
And there he stood.
He knew I was there. But he didn't move. Didn't turn around. Not yet.
My gaze locked on his silhouette. Heart pounding so loudly in my head, pussy pulsing. Leaking.
I took one step inside and he moved his fingers.
My heart flinched.
His scent seeped through my nostrils. I barely held myself.
Held myself back from diving on him, inhaling enough of that magnetic scent and grasping his cock out of his shorts and shoving it inside my mouth.
He turned around.
My legs pinned to the ground. I could move. Didn't dare.
My heart throbbed louder, thighs clutching together to stop my slick from leaking down my thighs.
Stupid attempt.
He took one step toward me and my soul left me.
Maybe I shouldn't have come here.
Maybe I should have just stayed back in my room and let my body rot in empty orgasms.
I flinched, taking steps backward with every step he took towards me.
But then everything closed against me. The wall behind me and his shadow towering over me.
