CHAPTER 153: CH-153

Her eyes met mine with no hint of disgust. Instead, she looked at my effort like it barely even registered.

"Are you happy? Doing this to me?" Her lips curled into a thin, mocking smirk. "Does this even satisfy you? Does it make you feel more of a man?"

Her little act of defiance pissed me off. And something in her eyes told me she understood my every growl, in a way that went past normal language.

"RGGG!"

I stopped being gentle. I became a wild animal. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into her so hard, the floor screeched . The sound was wet and violent.

The friction was too strong that I could smell blood. Her body was like a doll, just taking the wild storm I was giving her.

"Still... not bothered?" I growled. Even though I’m normally forceful, part of this violent streak came from my transformation. It made me more domineering by nature, a way to assert that I was the alpha.

"You think this is enough to make me surrender?" she shot back.

But her face told a different story. She hung on by a thin thread, fighting hard not to show how close she was to breaking.

"Don’t blame me for using too much force." A rough edge slipped into my voice as the pace quickened.

My hips were a machine, slamming into her over and over, trying to break her, to make her insides fit my monster c*ck. I could feel the end of her with every push, and I wanted to smash through it.

Her body started to shake, and I could feel her getting close.

The p*ssy, which had been tight with resistance, began to clench around me in a new way.

"No," she gasped, her hands flying from my arms to my chest, trying to push. "Stop! Get off me!"

Her resistance was pathetic, but it was there. It was the last cry of her pride.

I just laughed, a low, rumbling sound. I didn’t stop. If anything, her pathetic struggle made me thrust harder.

"It’s too late for that." The words came out rough as her wrists were pinned above her head with one hand. Her breath hitched, but she still tried to glare back.

"You asked for this," my grip tightened just enough to remind her. "All this time, I only followed your lead."

"You will regret this! " she hissed, the word filled with killing intent that made my fur stand up.

Her hands that had been clutching my arms flattened against my chest. And then, she pushed.

For a split second, I was the one caught off guard by her strength.

My feet, planted firmly on the floor, slid back a full inch. The sheer force of her push not only halted my relentless thrusts but began to reverse them.

I felt the impossible, humiliating sensation of my c*ck being forcibly expelled from her depths, her powerful muscles contracting with a strength that shouldn’t have existed in a human body.

Then I saw her eyes.

The soft irises were gone. In their place burned two coals of pure, malevolent red light.

They weren’t just reflecting the dim light of the room; they were generating their own unholy glow.

For that single, breathtaking second, she was winning. The predator had become the prey.

But the shock was instantly consumed by my desire to dominate her. The wolf inside me didn’t feel fear; it was searching for the ultimate challenge.

The thrill of dominating a powerful woman.

My lips peeled back from my elongating canines in a feral grin. This was what I had been craving. Not a willing victim, not a broken toy, but a real fight.

I locked my knees, rooting myself to the floorboards. I took a deep, shuddering inhale, a breath so profound it seemed to draw the very energy from the air.

My chest expanded, my muscles swelled, and with the air came a fresh wave of primal, unstoppable power.

"NO!" she screamed, seeing the shift, realizing her advantage was over.

With the air still burning in my lungs, I thrust.

BANG!

The sudden, violent re-entry after her momentary triumph sent a shockwave of pain through her that eclipsed everything.

I drove my c*ck back and forth with the force of a battering ram, a physical blow designed to crush her resistance.

"AHHHHH!" she cried out.

The red light in her eyes flickered violently, like a candle in a hurricane. Her arms fell from my chest, limp and useless.

"Now you know," I rumbled, my breath hot against her skin. "You can fight all you want. But in the end, you’re going to be mine."

Once again I moved , but this time, it was different. The brutal, punishing thrust was gone. I started with a slow roll of my hips, grinding deep inside her. I wasn’t trying to break her anymore; she was already broken.

Now, I was going to remake her.

A soft, shaky gasp escaped her, despite her best efforts to stifle it. Her hands, which had been limp at her sides, slowly curled into fists, then uncurled, her p*ssy twitching.

It was an involuntary response, a movement she couldn’t suppress.

"There it is. Your body wants me."

I picked up the pace slightly, my strokes long and smooth, hitting that deep, sensitive spot.

Her fight was over. She had nothing left. She closed her eyes, almost as if she wanted to say I could take her body, but not her heart.

All I could think about was filling her with my seed. The world outside vanished. There was only her tight, wet p*ssy around my c*ck and the pressure building up inside me.

"Take every last drop !" With a loud groan, I pushed in as deep as I could and let go.

My manhood throbbed as I shot a huge load of cum deep inside her. The pleasure was so good it hurt.