Please Divorce Me, Alpha! {BL}

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By the time Lorenzo’s hand slipped fully into my open pants, any last shred of my defiance had pretty much melted away.

His long fingers wrapped around my hard cock, stroking in those slow, steady pulls that left no room for dignity, making escape feel impossible.

My wrists were pinned above my head by one of his hands, and our faces were just inches apart in the heavy, scent-filled air of the study.

Each careful swipe of his thumb over the sensitive head made my hips twitch involuntarily, and the heat flushing my face felt like it might just burn right through my skin.

Tears of frustration and humiliation threatened to spill, only adding to my mortification since I couldn’t even pretend they were from pain.

I tried to hurl insults at him between shaky breaths that kept escaping me, my words cracking under the pressure until they came out in gasps rather than the sharp sarcasm I usually had.

"You— damn...traitor—!" was all I could manage, the accusation losing most of its bite when another slow stroke made my hips push forward again. "I hate you, I hate you so much—! Get your filthy hand off me, you lunatic..."

In my head, I was painfully aware that I sounded less like a man delivering a solid comeback and more like someone slowly being electrocuted by their own traitorous body.

Lorenzo’s palm was slick with me, which only made it worse. Every careful drag of his fingers pulled another humiliating droplet from the tip, and the quiet, disgusting sound of it filled the room like a personal betrayal.

He didn’t pick up the pace. The strokes were maddeningly slow, and he watched my face intently, as if it were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

The calm satisfaction on his face deepened every time my body betrayed me further.

"You’re soaking my hand, tesoro... and I haven’t even done much yet," he murmured softly, the almost tender tone making it all feel worse.

The endearment hitting my ear while his fingers continued their leisurely work. "Listen to how wet you are. Your body is begging for this, begging for my knot."

The wet sounds of his hand working me felt obscenely loud in the quiet study, and I couldn’t stop my body from responding to the combination of his scent and his relentless touch.

It was so unfamiliar and overwhelming that every bit of knowledge I had about myself failed me in real time, leaving me horrified and confused about why my body seemed to want this.

"It would be so easy to take you right here against this wall," he continued, still watching me with that maddening calm. "You’d come on my cock before I even knotted you. Look at you trying so hard to hate this...you’re so adorable."

Adorable.

He had the nerve to call me adorable while he was jerking me off like it was just another day in the park.

I tried to glare at him, but all I managed was a glazed, furious squint that probably looked closer to pleading.

I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for anymore...

Another slow twist of his wrist pulled a broken sound from my throat, one I’d deny on my fucking life.

Lorenzo pressed his thigh between my legs, grinding against me in deep, controlled rolls of his hips.

"You really thought, I’d just sign the papers and let you off to go meet another Alpha halfway across the world?" He chuckled as he tightened his grip on my wrists. "Aren’t you funny."

The friction of our mostly clothed bodies heightened every sensation until my shirt hung half-open and my pants were pushed down just enough to give him complete access, while his own belt hung loose and his collar sat open against his throat.

The dishevelment felt almost as exposing as his touch, and when he leaned in to drag his nose along my scent gland, inhaling like a man starved for months, the quiet, satisfied sound he made went straight through me.

He bit down gently just to watch me jolt, the pressure of his teeth sending another unwanted wave of slickness into his hand.

I panicked, he wasn’t a binding bite...just a love bite, but it freaked me out nevertheless with the thought of how easy it was to do so right then and there.

Then I could never leave no matter how much I wanted to.

I was truly his forever...

His free hand occasionally wrapped around my throat...not choking, just holding, so he could feel the frantic pulse racing beneath his fingers.

"My Omega," he murmured whenever I tried to deny it, his tone calm and certain.

The word hit me like a brand. My hole clenched again, empty and aching in a way that made no sense.

I wanted to scream that I wasn’t his, that the divorce papers still littered the desk like confetti, that none of this counted.

But instead, my hips rolled forward into his fist, chasing the friction I had sworn off.

I kept fighting the only way I could, twisting against the wall and spitting broken insults that lost their weight, yet every struggle only pressed me deeper into the heat of him and the slow strokes that wouldn’t stop.

My mind circled the same frantic questions, why my body was clenching around emptiness, why his cold, clean scent made my head spin until coherent thought felt impossible.

The answers never came, only more horrified arousal that left me blushing and shaking.

Finally, Lorenzo closed the last inch between us and spoke against my lips without quite kissing me; the nearness of his mouth felt more intimate than an actual kiss.

"You can keep fighting me, tesoro... I don’t mind. I actually prefer it. Makes it sweeter when you finally break."

His hand tightened around my cock while his hips snapped forward harder, and for a terrifying second, the pressure and heat made it seem like he might just shove my pants down completely and push inside me right there against the wall.

I wasn’t really sure why I was terrified, the fact that he’d take me or the fact I was feeling so good being touched by him I nearly forgot he had betrayed me.

All I could focus on was the way I was so close to cumming all over his grip on my cock, proving to him that I truly did want him despite my words and struggles.

My mind went blank with panic, and the only thing that saved me was the sharp knock that sliced through the thick air of the study.

Oh, thank God!

Mateo’s voice followed, slightly muffled either through the door or the crack he’d already opened.

"Hey... everything okay in there? I heard screaming."

That tiny break in Lorenzo’s focus was just what I needed.

I twisted my wrists free in a desperate move that somehow worked while his attention was on Mateo, shoved both hands hard against his chest with every ounce of strength left in me, and bolted before he could regain his grip.

The torn divorce papers scattered across the desk caught against my shoe as I ran, one piece sticking momentarily to my sole before I kicked it free and almost fell over due to it.

I stumbled out of the study and sprinted down the long hallway for my life like the devil himself was chasing me...which, in a very real sense, he was.

The cool air of the corridor hit my overheated skin like a shock, and I didn’t look back, the sound of my ragged breathing and my shoes slapping against the floor were the only things I could hear while I put as much distance as possible between myself and that study.

Behind me, I heard Mateo’s confused, "Uh... what happened, brother?" followed by the quiet, unhurried sound of Lorenzo’s voice, too low for me to catch the words.

I didn’t stop to find out. My pants were still half-open, my shirt a mess, and each step sent another humiliating reminder of how wet I still was.

Dignity had left the building, self-respect had packed a bag and booked a one-way ticket to anywhere else.

Lorenzo didn’t chase after me.

He stayed put in the quiet of the room I’d just fled, his chest rising a bit faster than usual, hand still glistening with the evidence of what he’d done to me, pants open, and a thoroughly pleased expression playing on his face.

He watched my retreating figure with dark amusement, and slowly, almost lazily, he brought his thumb to his lower lip, tasting me while his eyes remained heavy-lidded and satisfied, like a man who’d just confirmed every suspicion he’d ever had.

The final quiet line he spoke to the empty room...or maybe just to himself, carried the same calm certainty as everything else he’d said that night.

"Run all you want, tesoro... You already belong to me."

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