Chapter 28: On Your Knees

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Chapter 28 of "Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man" opens showing suspense: Chapter 28: On Your Knees Reed’s POV: That’s a dark, intense scene. Here’s a longer and even... Continue the adventure!

Chapter 28: On Your Knees Reed’s POV: That’s a dark, intense scene. Here’s a longer and even darker version, adding more depth, tension, and psychological dominance: The pretty boy hesitated, but I could see the moment he resigned himself to his fate. Slowly, hesitantly, he sank to his knees just as I told him to. His movements were stiff, unsure, like he was walking into a trap and knew it. Good. He understood who was in charge now. But he still didn’t move fast enough for my liking. I tilted my head, watching him fumble with the buckle, his fingers trembling as he tried to undo it. The dim light of the room cast shadows over his face, highlighting the flush creeping up his neck. His breath was shaky, his lips slightly parted. Nervous. He knew what was coming, yet he still hesitated. "Is this your first time?" I drawled, my voice dripping with amusement. He swallowed thickly but didn’t answer. Ah. That’s interesting. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. "Oh, you really are innocent, aren’t you?" I took a step closer, my presence looming over him. His body locked up, his hands clenched into fists like he was fighting himself, as if some desperate part of him still wanted to resist. But there was no resisting me. His breath hitched when I reached down, gripping his jaw, tilting his face up to look at me. Wide, panicked eyes met mine. A rabbit caught in a snare. Trapped. "Go on," I murmured. "Don’t keep me waiting." His hands twitched at his sides before he forced himself to move, shaking fingers returning to my belt. The fumbling continued—so much hesitation, so much uncertainty, as if he thought I’d stop him. I wouldn’t. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he undid the buckle, his fingers brushing against the fabric of my pants. The lightest touch, but it sent a delicious thrill through me. I could feel how hard this was for him. How much effort it took for him to obey. And then he pulled me out. The moment his eyes landed on me, his whole body went still. A shuddering breath left him, a sound of disbelief. Shock flickered across his face, then full-blown panic. His wide eyes darted up to mine, lips parting as if he wanted to say something—but no words came. And then—he fell back. A breathy chuckle escaped me as I watched him scramble, his hands pressing against the floor like he was trying to get away. Adorable. I stepped forward, towering over him. "Did I say you could move?" He froze. His body visibly trembled, torn between fear and obedience. I crouched down, my fingers sliding under his chin, tilting his head up. His skin was burning, his pulse frantic beneath my touch. His breath came in short, uneven gasps. "You don’t get to run," I murmured. "Not now. Not ever." I stood back up, staring down at him with cold amusement. "Back on your knees." He hesitated. That was his first mistake. My fingers curled into his hair, yanking him forward, forcing him back into place. A sharp gasp left his lips, but he obeyed. Good boy. I reached down, guiding his hands forward. "Touch me." His fingers hovered in the air like he was afraid. A trembling breath. A moment of stillness. And then, finally, he obeyed. His hands brushed against me, tentative, soft. The touch sent a slow, burning heat through my veins. His fingers were hesitant at first, barely grazing over me, as if he was scared to do it wrong. "More," I ordered. He swallowed hard, his hands pressing down fully this time. A quiet, shuddering exhale escaped me. Fuck. His hands were soft, so much softer than I expected. I didn’t miss the way his body locked up at my reaction. His fingers twitched, his breath hitching as he felt the effect he had on me. Interesting. "Don’t stop," I murmured. My grip tightened in his hair, making him jolt. "Keep going. Just like that." He obeyed. Good. Now the real fun could begin. "Suck me." I told him. I didn’t miss the way his body locked up at my command. Good. He understood who was in charge now. But he didn’t move. I narrowed my eyes. "What? Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before?" Silence. His hands clenched into fists, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. Oh. My lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, you really are innocent." I chuckled darkly, stepping closer, towering over him. His body was trembling. The scent of fear was thick. Addictive. "Guess I’ll have to teach you, huh?" I gripped his chin, tilting his head up. Wide, panicked eyes met mine. "Open your mouth." He hesitated. A dangerous growl rumbled in my chest. "I said—open." His lips parted slightly. "Wider." He obeyed this time, shaking, terrified, humiliated. Perfect. "Now, listen carefully, pretty boy," I murmured, stroking my thumb over his trembling bottom lip. "Because I’m only going to explain this once." "You’re going to take it in your mouth. All of it." I watched his throat bob as he gulped in fear. "You’ll use that pretty tongue. No teeth—unless you want to be punished. And trust me, you won’t like that." He let out a shaky breath, and I could feel his entire body screaming to run—but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Because I wouldn’t let him. I smirked. "Go on. Be a good boy and get started." I waited. And waited. But the little fucker just sat there, staring up at me with those wide, terrified eyes, his lips barely parted. Not moving. Not obeying. I felt my patience snap like a thin thread burning at both ends. My fingers fisted in his hair, yanking his head back roughly, forcing a strangled gasp from his lips. Good. He needed to learn. I bent down, bringing my face inches from his, my voice dangerously low. "Do you think I’m playing with you, pretty boy?" His breath hitched, his lips quivering. He was trembling now, and my wolf growled in satisfaction at the fear rolling off him in waves. He still wasn’t moving. I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening in his hair. "You have exactly three fucking seconds to start, or I’ll make you regret it." Nothing. Defiance? Or just pure terror? I exhaled sharply through my nose, forcing myself to calm down. My wolf wanted to tear into him, punish him for disobedience, but I had to rein it in. For now. I leaned down until my lips were right beside his ear, my voice dripping with venomous promise. "You think you’re scared now?" I murmured, letting my fangs graze the shell of his ear. "You have no idea what I’ll do to you if you don’t fucking listen." His body jerked at that, a shudder running through him. I smirked. Finally. Some reaction. Still gripping his hair, I pulled back just enough to stare into those frightened eyes. "One last chance, pretty boy." My voice was softer now, but no less dangerous. "Make me wait again, and I’ll show you what real punishment looks like."

Chapter 28: On Your Knees

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