Page 78 of Bubblegum Pop
Gordon stumbled back, his hand going straight to his forehead as his kind smile twisted into fury. “You bitch!” he shouted.
There was no sign it was coming. He simply raised his hand and slapped me clean across the face.
My head whipped back from the force of it, another shudder of pain through my skull. I moaned again, my jaw snapping with pain.
And I perfumed.
I fucking perfumed.
He ruined my self-control for a moment, and suddenly, I really was a horny omega, dying for a knot.
“Oh? You liked that, did you? Does Candy like a bit of pain?” Another smile, another look on his face that said I owed him for the honour of letting me sit in his presence.
More slick leaked out, sliding underneath my thighs.
“Is this how you treat your new mate?” I coughed, swallowing the blood pooling in my mouth.
He growled again, his body stiff, his rank aura blanketing me. I could see how a lemon scent might appeal to some omegas, but it was nothing compared to the sweet cocktail of my mates.
“You have no idea what I could do to you.” His body shook as he laid another slap on the same cheek, and I yelped like an innocent dog. “You’re under my command now.”
And I was done with this shit.
“What is it you say?” He laughed. “‘A day without a cock in me is a day wasted’? Well, I’m about to fulfil your dreams! I’m not letting you go, and if you struggle, you’ll feel more of my hand.”
“You really think I want to be with someone who can’t afford to buy me for one night?” I choked, the force of his slaps blurring my mind. But I could still see his surprise as I changed tactics.
“Don’t talk back to me!” he yelled.
As I predicted, he landed another hit, my left cheek this time. It was harder, more anger behind it. I cried as my head cracked sideways, pain ricocheting through my skull, racing through my throat and down my spine. Black spots clouded my eyes, and I was knocked to the side. The only reason I didn’t fall to the floor was because he kicked the chair to keep me upright.
My head dropped forward, panting as my blurry vision returned.
“Honestly, there’s nothing worse than a desperate alpha,” I groaned through the pain, forcing myself to look up at him. “I mean, I get that you’re after me, but this?” I hitched a brow. My face was burning and talking stung as much as his slaps. “Why the hell would I want a mate who beats me?”
He snarled as he spun to his side, ripping one of the marble statues from the desk right next to him, lifting it above my head.
“Oh God,” I whispered to myself. I wouldn’t survive it if he hit me. He was too angry, and the marble was so solid. There was no way my skull would win that fight.
I had to survive; I had to see my pack again. It would ruin them if I died. Apollo and Odin were right all along—being together and resisting our urges was better than losing each other.
My numb fingers clenched around the arms of the chair, praying Gordon wouldn’t strike. If he thought I was his mate, his instincts should hold him back. Though, how many stories were there of omegas who were murdered because their alpha’s primal nature took over?
“Mr Roberts, sir!” A guard cut through Gordon’s rage. My eyes flicked to the beta, his hand on the radio connected to his bulletproof vest.
“What!?” Gordon snapped.
“I think you better come and look at this.”
The guard’s gaze flicked to me. He sounded too worried for it to be ignored.
Gordon straightened his suit jacket, fussing with his sleeves. “I’ll be back for you,” he spat at me.
“Sure, I mean, I’m not going anywhere, am I?” I wished I wasn’t so cocky, though it was worth it to see his rage take over.
His eye twitched as he raised his fist. “You—”
“Sir, there isn’t time.” The guard cut in. I’d never seen a beta order an alpha like that without the alpha biting back, especially such a highly strung alpha. But Gorden’s panic told me it wasn’t just about whatever was going on outside.