Sold To The Untouchable Alpha novel Chapter 8

[Ivan's POV]

I did my best to keep my gaze fixed on Arissa's face, but the overly revealed cleavage was making it hard.

Her chest was rising and falling seductively with every breath she took, and I wasn't sure if she was aware that the top of her dress was wide open.

Even if I only intended on creating an heir with her, I was still a man, and it was difficult to not get aroused. Despite her tiny build and the bones that stuck out from malnutrition, her breasts were huge and perky. If I was being honest, so was her ass, and it was fucking alluring.

"Why do you keep mentioning a child?" She growled, narrowing her gaze. "Don't you have plenty of slutty omegas waiting to grant you that, uncle?"

Anger flared through me at the use of uncle. She wasn't blood related to me and I wasn't her damn uncle!

"Don't call me that again, or else I will punish you." I warned.

For a second, she watched me, unspeaking. Before long, her lips turned up in a smirk.

"Are you going to spank me, uncle?"

That was it. Surging forward, I grabbed her and pulled her close to me. I could easily feel her heart beating steadily against my chest. Clearly, she was taking all of this as a joke, and I would need to prove to her that I meant what I said.

"You know," I husked, leaning close to her ear. "Spanking you doesn't sound half bad."

Letting an amused laugh escape me, I did just that. I smacked her amazing ass and squeezed, enjoying the feel of it in my hand. Damn, she was going to make controlling myself hard.

"You!" She gasped, attempting to break free. "What the hell?"

"I told you that I'd punish you." I reminded her with a smirk. "Now, remember this anytime you're interested in calling me uncle."

Behind us, I heard a distinctive cough and remembered that Christine was still present.

"By the way," I sighed, beginning to let her go. "The top of your dress is wide open."

A small yelp escaped her lips as she jumped backwards and looked down.

"Did you enjoy the free show?" She asked, pulling at the strings that slowly hid her chest from sight. "Such a pervert."

"Sir," Christine mumbled, coming up beside me. "Should I probably discipline her for being insubordinate?"

"No," I chuckled. I was actually enjoying her feistiness and wanted to see even more of it. "Just finish dressing her."

Now that I was done messing with Arissa, I allowed myself to take in her looks. Now that she was cleaned up and free of marks, she was quite the looker. Even if she was a little too skinny, her beauty still shone through. With her pale skin, blue eyes, and almost white hair, she looked like an angel.

"What are you staring at?" She growled, crossing her arms. "You're freaking me out."

"I won't soon enough." I responded simply.

Even if she was hesitant towards me right now, she would warm up to me soon enough.

"I won't carry a child for you."

I didn't have time for foreplay or the like since I had a dinner date with Arissa, so I didn't waste time.

Beginning to move, I reached around and squeezed her breasts, earning myself a loud moan.

"Fuck, Ivan." She whimpered. "Harder!"

"Shut up!" I growled, covering her mouth. I didn't want to be heard by my subordinates, and she knew it.

Clutching her hips, I began to give her what she wanted just as the sound of the door opening reached my ears.

Confused, I turned to see who would be dumb enough to just walk in and found Arissa staring at us with an unreadable expression.

Fuck.

I remained in place, keeping my eyes fixed on Arissa's. I didn't like that I couldn't pick up on what she was thinking. Her impassive face would definitely end up getting on my nerves.

"Whoops." She finally said, while clutching the door knob. "Didn't mean to interrupt."

As she spoke, she remained calm, her gaze never wavering. It was clear she wasn't bothered by this, and something about that irked me.

"Don't you know how to knock?" I snapped, unable to contain my annoyance.

"Sure," she responded, easily. "But if I did, I would have missed a good show."