Chapter 28: Chapter 28 Rimming his ass (R18)
WARNING: MATURED CONTENT (REMEMBER NO RAPE, WON’T ADD THAT NO MATTER THE ISSUES)
At the base of the penthouse, in one of the sitting rooms, Daniel laid on a couch, trying to figure out his means of survival here.
He might have been lucky all this while, escaping the hurdles his pheromones caused, but that luck wouldn’t always be by his side. A permanent solution needed to be found.
If only there was a way to de-omega him, strip him of his rank, and make him a normal person in New York City—even if that was impossible right now.
Sigh...
He had just released the best rant of his life. The words he said to Adrian back in the room had been buried in his chest, and pouring them out was the most satisfying feeling ever. Look at him now.
Just freaking look at where he was. His injury at this point refused to heal properly, reopening countless times, and the same Adrian pretending to care by cleaning it—only to be the reason it kept reopening again and again.
"If only there was a way to let this go, to make me succeed in my vengeance without having to do this act anymore," he muttered, at least thankful his heat wasn’t giving him issues again. He couldn’t believe he handled it alone, all by himself.
Fuck that thing that says only a man or your partner can help you during heat. When you have the right resources, you can blow the steam off—nothing like partners for him.
He wasn’t doing that. Never would he.
Gasp!!!
Daniel jumped when he saw something standing opposite him—brooding, dangerous, oozing with menacing energy.
"Who is there?" Daniel asked silently, convincing himself it must be the trick of the light. Maybe he blinked his eyes too much and thought he saw someone standing there. He had gotten here alone, so no one could be there.
Unless it was one of the crew members, maybe here to avenge Titania. Oh goodness, was coming here truly a good idea when Adrian wasn’t around to defend him?
Gosh—enough with the Adrian name. Why was he even calling it, as if Adrian was the only one who could protect him? He, Daniel, could defend himself. And if that was the case now, he surely would—except, if it truly was Adrian standing there, and he had that look in his eyes again...
That predatory gaze, as if Daniel was prey, and he was about to pounce.
"What’s going on here, Adrian? Aren’t you supposed to be in your room?" Daniel muttered weakly, watching Adrian approach closer and closer.
The air turned tenser, blending with Adrian’s dark aura and presence.
"You’re scaring me. Are you okay?" Daniel questioned, standing strictly on his feet, preparing to dash out if Adrian attacked.
But Adrian didn’t speak—not like he normally did. No flirting, no shameless talks. Just that disturbing stare, that dark gaze locked on him, making his body shudder with terror.
"I need to run now!" Daniel realized, before dashing to his feet.
He turned on his heels, Adrian immediately chasing after him. Daniel pushed things out of the way to block him, causing loud crashes that echoed through the building and stirred deep sleepers awake.
Adrian was athletic. Daniel shouldn’t have been surprised when he caught up with him, but he couldn’t help it. Shock flooded him.
"Let go of my arm! You’re hurting me, Adrian!" Daniel screamed.
He continued screaming, hoping people would wake up and stop whatever Adrian was about to do.
Daniel would have fought back, but omegas were known for submission—especially when faced with a dominant alpha. Their strength wasn’t worth much. And though Daniel was a different breed of omega—not submissive, but dominant—what did that count for when he had never fought a war, never trained?
"Scream all you want. No one will come to your aid when they see it’s me." Adrian’s voice carried an ultimate finality that sealed Daniel’s fate.
Adrian dragged his arm, holding him so tight that his bone nearly cracked.
"Stop! My bone—it’s shifting!" Daniel cried.
He was skinny—not too fat, not too thin—but his hands were delicate, not meant to be crushed by Adrian’s giant grip. Seeing that huge palm on his fragile wrist made Daniel’s face turn grim.
"What do I do now? God... no, I’m not going to be violated like this." His thoughts raced, but before he could process them, Adrian slammed him into the wall, shoving his chest forward and leaving only his back exposed.
"Enough, Adrian! Are you insane or not?!" Daniel yelled with all the strength in him.
Adrian ignored him. Instead, he laughed—darkly, maliciously.
"I didn’t want this, Daniel. But you called me a vile man. Adrian Valez, a vile man. Maybe it’s time I proved to you that no vile man can arouse you the same way I do." Adrian’s voice dripped dangerously low.
Daniel gulped, his body betraying him. Adrian was huge, almost like a giant. How was he supposed to fight him? And even if he had the strength, he couldn’t reveal it. His hidden identity was too precious, a secret he wanted to take to the grave.
"You don’t need to do this to prove you’re a man! You’re a man if you do the right thing!" Daniel tried to convince him, but his words fell on deaf ears.
By now, tears streamed down his face. He was terrified—shit scared. Adrian had never gone this far before, and now he was attempting it. Daniel felt paralyzed.
You can do this, Daniel. This is not you. Escape from here! he scolded himself internally, desperate to break free from the embarrassing situation.
But then—
A rip at the back of his pants. Adrian was tearing them open.
By now, everyone awakened by the noise had gathered, only to find their boss’s drama playing out—and Daniel, the "whore" in their eyes.
That was how they saw him. A whore who came to steal from the boss.
"Are they trying to fuck?" someone whispered to a neighbor.
"Oh my God, I think so... isn’t that so raw?" They both let out a deafening laugh.
It dawned on Daniel that his fate was sealed. He had ventured into a mafia zone—what else was he expecting? Mafia lords were evil, despicable creatures with inhumane traits. To them, this action was normal.
Oh fuck. I’m dead. So dead.
More tearing sounds. His full pants ripped away like paper, leaving his ass fully exposed.
Daniel shuddered in horror. Right there, Adrian spanked him.
Spank!
"Now, who is your daddy?"
The hot sting surged through him, making him gasp.
He wasn’t going to say it. Never would he utter something so shameful.
Spank!
Adrian’s hand fell hard again on Daniel’s smooth, round ass.
"Who is your one and only daddy, Daniel? Say it, and this will be over." Adrian’s eyes glowed red as he declared.
The onlookers giggled, Daniel’s face burning red with shame and embarrassment.
This was the peak of disgrace.
"I won’t break—never!" Daniel shouted.
But before he could say another word, Adrian bent down and pressed his face into Daniel’s ass.
To Daniel’s dismay, Adrian began eating him out.
"I will never rape you, Daniel. But that doesn’t mean I won’t do worse. So—call me Daddy." Adrian commanded, his tongue rimming Daniel’s ass as the stubborn boy still refused.