Bad Love: An Alpha's Regret

Chapter 130

He stops in front of the glass. “I said not to stop.”

In the reflection of the mirror behind him,

I can see myself blushing.

He’s fully clothed. Decked out in a three-piece suit and looking polished and proper. My hair is dripping

in my eyes and my hand is between my legs.

He’s caught me masturbating-gah,

I can’t even think the word without

wanting to cringe.

“Stop blushing,” he says. “It’s cute, but don’t get distracted.”

Easy for him to say.

“Come here, honey. Up to the glass.”

Like a puppet, I move as he tells me.

“Lean forward.”

I do.

“That’s right. Closer.”

I pause when my nipples touch the glass.

It’s cold.

He smirks like he knew it would be.

“Now move a bit. Graze them against

this surface. I can look. But I can’t touch.

And it’s f**king ki lling me.”

I can see that. His pants are tented

out and when he strokes his own co ck

through his suit, I swallow audibly.

“I told you what to do, Leah.”

I swivel my chest a bit and it creates this

incredible friction against my nipples.

And just like that, I’m hot and my body is

ready again.

“Now slide your hand down. Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

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He comes all the way up to the glass. He

raises his fist against it and leans in. He’s so frigggin’ handsome and I want him

badly.

“Show me,” he says again. Not letting me hide or talk my way out of this.

He strokes himself boldly. There’s no

sha me. He’s a hardened ruthless male.

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But I am an Alpha too.

And I shouldn’t feel embarrassed or

shy about taking my own pleasure or

enjoying my body.

There’s a bench against the opposite

wall in this giant shower.

It has a wand showerhead beside it and

a rainhead above it. I sit and lean back.

With one hand I reach up to the shower

handle and switch this one on and let the

water rain down on my chest and body.

Seated as I am, I can spread my legs,

and I do.

Then I massage both my nipples.

All the while, Aaron watches me hungrily.

He wants to watch-I’ll give him a show.

One he’ll never forget.

I draw my legs closed slowly and he growls. Then I open them again, only wider this time. I slide to the

edge of the

bench seat so the water drops from the high head onto my breasts. The constant

pattering motion is incredible.

I draw wetness from myself and tug my nipples with it. The sensation is different than the water. It’s

smooth. Silky. When I touch myself again on my clit and dip two fingers inside, I’m entranced by the

changes in texture.

Aaron growls.

He’s right up against the glass like he

wants to punch through it.

It’s hot.

I close my eyes and focus on the feelings-the steady rhythm of thrusting

in and out, imagining it’s his hard co ck.

His fingers circling delicately.

“No,” he commands. “Look at me.”

I don’t obey him right away because he

is not in control of this scene.

It’s my fantasy.

I wait until I’m close.

When my legs are trembling and I’m moaning because I want him inside me

so f**king badly.

Then I open my eyes and stare into his.

The orgasm rips through me. I clench down on my fingers, riding out every

pulse and all the while Aaron watches

me.

I close my eyes when it becomes too

intense.

When the last ripple of pleasure ebbs, I

open my eyes.

And see Aaron walking away from me…