THE RETURN OF THE REJECTED ALPHA

"I will come back here, Braelyn Haralson. I will return, destroying you and everything you love," he'd whispered, silent tears pooling in his eyes, but he'd never let them fall.
THE RETURN OF THE REJECTED ALPHA
"Did you fuck him?" he asked softly, running the dull edge of the blade against my erect nipple.
"No," I replied honestly.
"Did you want to?" Saint stared at my chest as I shook my head in reply.
"Use your words, Princess. I'm playing with your nipple, and I'd hate to slip." “No, I didn't," I whimpered, gasping as the blade cut into my breast. Saint lowered his heated mouth, trailing his tongue over the small cut he'd made. His saliva healed the wound, but the bite of pain remained as he stood back, studying me.