The Alpha's Breeder

Chapter 26

His long fingers moved from one b.u.t.ton to the next rather tantalizingly as if he was performing a solo strip tease for me.

Before long, healthy tanned skin and completely built washboard abs came peeking out of his s.h.i.+rt.

And I was drinking up the sight greedily with my eyes.

I must admit that Alpha Eros had the most perfect body that I have ever had the honor of seeing.

Wide broad shoulders, smooth skin, and defined muscles made him seem even more G.o.dly than Adonis himself.

He looked like a model straight out of the magazines my sister likes to read.

"The bathroom is on the left," he reminded me.

The corner of his lips quirked upwards in a lazy smile of some sorts but his eyes were smoldering when he turned his head to look at me.

He caught me ogling him.

"I"m good," I miraculously reply through a dry throat, although I"m sure I forgot what the question was.

"Sleeping with makeup on is bad for your skin," he stated, eyebrows furrowing again at my defiance.

"I don"t care. I"m not going to wash it off," I gruffly responded, daring him to question my answer.

His eyes narrow and I gulp down another mouthful of my own saliva.

Eros tossed the s.h.i.+rt onto the ground and headed straight my way.

My heart dropped to my stomach and I bolted like the rabbit before its predator.

But I never made it to the door.

Eros" arm wrapped around the middle of my waist and dragged me off of my feet.

I, of course, started to struggle like my life depended on it.

Eros carried me, kicking and screaming like a banshee straight into the fancy bathroom as if this had nothing to do with him.

I cussed him out in every single bad word I knew and even elbowed him in the gut several times to no effect.

It felt like his abdomen was made of steel because my elbow hurt way more than any damage I thought I would be able to give him.

In irritation, I balled my hand into fists and took a swift swing at his handsome face.

But before I could even touch the surface of his skin, he caught my fist and set me delicately into the bathtub.

I attempted to stand but to no avail.

Each time I tried to get out of the bathtub, he would push me back down.

His left arm pushed on my shoulder with just enough pressure to keep me restrained without really hurting me.

And with his right arm, he turned on the water.

I sputtered indignantly when warm water sprayed all over my body, dripping down my caked face and soaking through the fabric of my dress.

I smacked his hand in an attempt to make him back off but, unfortunately, my feeble attempts were useless.

"Will you calm down now, Emira? Or do you want me to treat you like a little child?" he voiced from the top of my head.

I didn"t reply and instead answered him with a punch to the face.


This time he didn"t block, my fist connected with his left cheek and a sharp crack of skin against skin resounded.

His head didn"t snap back from my awesome punch like I had imagined.

Instead, he stared back at me with a calm expression as if I didn"t hit him just two seconds ago.

He did it on purpose.

He purposefully let me hit him so that I would know how useless it was.

Eros wanted to let me know, that regardless of what I do, I would never be able to hurt him.

Why didn"t he just say something?

I put all of the strength I had into that punch and now my hand hurts like h.e.l.l.

Pained tears were quick to fill my eyes and I waved my hand around hoping that would help.

His face became blurry in my vision and I swallowed down the beginning of a wail with my teeth biting hard down on my bottom lip.

He sighed suddenly and turned away from me, exasperation clear on his face.

I glared at him through my tears, chest heaving as I huffed in anger and told myself never to do that again.

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