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The heavy, savory aroma of garlic, lemongrass, and rich broth floated lazily through the open floor plan of the high-end penthouse.

Outside, the morning sun was just starting to crest over the city's glass skyscrapers, but inside, the atmosphere was perfectly warm and insulated.

​Namping stood by the sleek marble kitchen island, humming a soft tune under his breath as he gently stirred a pot of soup.

As a top-tier runway model, his life was usually a whirlwind of chaotic backstage dressing rooms and blinding camera flashes.

But this morning, he looked entirely relaxed, dressed in nothing but one of Keng's oversized black silk shirts that draped loosely over his pale shoulders, barely skimming the middle of his thighs.

​From the hallway, the sound of heavy, lazy footsteps echoed against the hardwood.

​Keng stepped into the kitchen, his dark hair messy from sleep and his eyes half-closed.

He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Beautiful, intricate black ink tattoos swirled down his thick, muscular arms, wrapping tightly around his broad biceps and forearms.

Running the city's most feared criminal syndicate meant his days were full of lethal tension, but the moment he caught Namping's sweet, floral omega scent, his shoulders visibly dropped.

​Moving purely on instinct, Keng walked up behind Namping, wrapping his heavy, tattooed arms securely around the smaller boy's narrow waist.

He buried his face straight into the crook of Namping's neck, inhaling deeply against his scent gland and letting out a deep, rough morning rumble.

​"Morning, my big boy," Namping purred, tilting his head to give the gangster better access to his skin. He leaned back, letting his weight rest completely against Keng's solid, warm chest.

​"Mmm... smells good, my delicious little sin," Keng murmured, his voice a gravelly, sleep-roughened baritone that vibrated right against Namping's shoulder blades.

His large hands splayed flat across Namping's stomach, pulling him flush against his pelvis. "Are you feeding me, or am I feeding on you?"

​Namping giggled, using his wooden spoon to gently tap Keng's tattooed forearm. "I'm feeding you breakfast, Jeng. Now sit down at the island so I can serve you."

​Keng let out a possessive, reluctant huff but did as he was told, releasing his hold to slide onto one of the leather barstools.

They ate together in a comfortable, domestic silence, Keng's hand occasionally resting on Namping's bare thigh under the table, anchoring his omega close.

​Once breakfast was over, the heavy reality of Keng's position came knocking. His phone buzzed with an encrypted message from his syndicate staff-a rival crew was pushing boundaries on the docks, and the boss needed to handle it personally.

​Keng stood up, standing tall and imposing as his aura shifted back into that of a cold, lethal mafia.

He leaned over the island, grabbing Namping's jaw gently in his large hand to tilt his face up for a deep, bruising, possessive kiss. "I have to head to the syndicate headquarters, Poong. It's going to be a brutal day, and I'll likely be stuck there until late tonight. Stay inside, keep the security detail posted at the door, and wait for me."

​"I will. Be safe, Jeng," Namping whispered, watching his alpha turn on his heel and walk out to get dressed in his tailored three-piece suit.

​By afternoon, the penthouse was completely quiet, and Namping was lounging on the sofa, scrolling through his tablet out of sheer boredom.

Suddenly, his phone shattered the silence with an aggressive buzz.

It was Firstone.

​Namping swiped the screen open. "If you are calling to ask me to look at another piece of furniture you can't afford-"

​"Bitch, shut up and listen to me right now!" Firstone's voice blasted through the speaker, completely unfiltered and breathless. "Get your pampered ass off that expensive sofa. The exclusive fashion after-party at the Neon Lounge? The idiot organizers bumped it up. It is starting right now."

​Namping blinked, throwing his legs over the side of the couch. "What? Are you serious? I'm literally in Keng's shirt looking like a depressed househusband."

​"Well, un-depress yourself because every major international designer and agency director is currently walking through the VIP doors,"

Firstone wheezed, the background noise of bass and chattering voices leaking through the line. "I am standing next to a French director who looks like he owns three yachts. If you don't get down here, I am stealing all your potential contracts and telling them you died. Put on something toxic, Namping. Something that screams 'I don't pay for my own clothes'."

​A sudden rush of high-octane professional adrenaline hit Namping.
"Oh my god, the French director? First, I swear to god if you let him leave-"

​"Then move! Why are you still breathing down my phone? Go find an outfit that will make everyone's husband look twice. I'll have a tequila shot waiting at the bar. Move, move, move!"

​"I'm moving! I'm hanging up!" Namping gasped, his heart hammering against his ribs with sheer excitement.

​In his absolute, frantic rush, Namping's brain completely stopped working. He scrambled upstairs to his massive walk-in closet, his mind entirely consumed by the unfiltered chaos of Firstone's words and the desperate need to stand out.

He bypassed his regular designer suits and pulled out a scandalous, second-skin black-and-white feline bodysuit he had bought on a total whim-a tight premium fabric that clung mercilessly to the dip of his waist, his hips, and his thighs, complete with plush cat ears and a long, sleek black tail.

​He slipped into the tight fabric, checked his flushed, excited face in the mirror, grabbed his keys, and practically ran out the door.

He was so entirely consumed by the panic of missing the designers, so completely lost on the chaotic thrill of the upcoming party... that he completely, totally forgot to call or text Keng.

​He didn't send a single message to his alpha.

He didn't leave a note on the counter.

He just vanished out into the city, leaving the penthouse entirely empty, completely oblivious to the fact that his big boy was going to absolutely lose his mind the moment he came home to a dark, silent nest.

The silence inside the luxury penthouse was deafening when Keng finally unlocked the front door past midnight.

​His mind was completely drained from a brutal, blood-soaked day at the syndicate headquarters.

All he had wanted-all that had kept him from completely burning the city to the ground-was the thought of coming home to his beautiful omega.

Instead, he stepped into a pitch-black, freezing void.

​Keng's brow furrowed as he flipped the light switch. The kitchen island was pristine.

He strode heavily up the stairs to the master bedroom, throwing the door open to find the bed neatly made, exactly as it had been that morning.

​"Poong?" Keng called out, his deep voice slicing through the quiet. No answer.

​A heavy, suffocating weight settled into Keng's chest. He checked his phone-zero missed calls, zero text updates.
Worse, the security detail assigned to the penthouse hadn't checked in for the last sixty minutes.

In an instant, every single ounce of Keng's calm, calculated composure snapped into a million jagged pieces. The predatory mafia boss completely took over.

A wave of thick, fiercely dominant alpha pheromones erupted from his body so violently that the ambient temperature in the room seemed to drop.

​Keng slammed his tattooed fist into the bedroom doorframe, the wood cracking under the raw force of his anger.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen as he accessed Namping's personal GPS tracker.

The red dot blinked mockingly on the screen, located right in the heart of downtown.

The Neon Lounge.

​"You've got a lot of nerve, little sin," Keng rasped to the empty room, his jaw clenching so hard the bone groaned.
​He didn't grab a jacket.

He reached into his bedside drawer, grabbed his customized firearm, and tucked it securely into his waistband against his tailored suit pants.

His tattooed arms flexed with pure, dangerous adrenaline as he stormed out of the penthouse like a category-five hurricane.

​At the Neon Lounge, the alcohol had flowed entirely too fast. Namping was completely drunk, his usual runway composure melting away into a bubbly, uninhibited haze.

Driven by the heavy bass and the sheer weight of the liquor, Namping had climbed right onto a raised, dimly lit platform in the center of the lounge, wrapping his slender arms around a polished brass pole.

​He began to dance, completely lost in the rhythm, his cheeks flushed a deep, breathless pink.

The tight feline bodysuit left absolutely nothing to the imagination as he arched his back, his sleek tail swaying provocatively against his legs, his plush cat ears shifting as his messy hair fell over his eyes.

​A dense pack of thirsty, predatory rival alphas immediately crowded the edge of the stage like starved wolves. "Look at this little kitten," one burly alpha sneered, a wicked grin breaking across his face as he stepped onto the platform.
"Hey, pretty boy. Why don't you come down from there and let a real man buy you a drink?"

​Before Namping's drunk brain could process the threat, the alpha boldly reached out his large hands, hauling Namping down by his narrow waist, his fingers sinking firmly into the soft flesh.

​Suddenly, the heavy VIP doors of the lounge were violently kicked open with a brutal, echoing force.

Keng strode through the crowd like a giant shadow crossing the room, cutting through the space effortlessly. Before the rival alpha could even register the sudden, suffocating spike of murderous alpha energy in the air, Keng stepped onto the platform.

He coiled his powerful, tattooed arm back and delivered a brutal, bone-crushing punch straight to the man's face.

​CRACK.

​The sheer force of the blow sent the alpha flying backward off the stage, crashing heavily into a glass VIP table that shattered instantly into a thousand jagged pieces.

A terrified, breathless silence gripped the immediate crowd. Everyone stepped back in unison, their eyes wide with absolute horror as they looked up at the legendary mafia boss.

Keng stood tall on the stage, his tattooed arms straining, his knuckles bleeding slightly, his eyes burning with absolute, merciless fury.

​Then, the terrifying, murderous tension that had gripped Keng's towering frame mutated. It bled directly into a dark, intoxicating aura of raw, unadulterated alpha dominance.

Standing under the flashing, violet strobe lights with his chest heaving beneath his unbuttoned charcoal dress shirt, Keng looked like absolute, dangerous sex on legs.

​He let out a low, gravelly laugh that vibrated deep within his chest, a sound so intensely masculine and smooth it made the surrounding omegas shiver.

He completely ignored the groaning alpha bleeding out in the shattered glass below, his focus narrowing entirely onto the beautiful, trembling creature currently blinking blearily at him.

​The moment Namping's brain recognized the familiar, heavy scent of expensive cologne, gunpowder, and dark, protective alpha pheromones, a bright, completely shameless smile broke across his face.

​"Jeng...!" Namping squealed happily, his voice dripping with drunken affection.
​He let go of the brass pole and tumbled forward without a care in the world, throwing his soft arms completely around Keng's neck.

He buried his face into the crook of the gangster's neck, pressing messy, wet, adoration-filled kisses right over Keng's throbbing pulse point, his feline tail wrapping loosely around Keng's leg for balance. "I missed u so much, big boy... hehe... c'mon, let's have some fun tonight. I drink, you drink, we both drink... let's dance, big boy..."

​"Oh, we're staying just long enough for me to claim what's mine, Poong," Keng purred. His voice was a smoky, sinful whisper, loud enough only for Namping to hear.

​Slowly, deliberately, Keng slid his large, heavily tattooed hands down Namping's back. The intricate black ink swirled down his thick forearms, flexing beautifully under the neon lights as his fingers sank firmly into the soft flesh of Namping's hips, right through the tight fabric of the cat bodysuit.

With an effortless strength, Keng hoisted Namping entirely off his feet until Namping's legs locked tightly around his waist, anchoring him securely against Keng's broad frame.

​Keng boldly slid one hand up to wrap around the back of Namping's neck, forcing the drunk model to look directly into his pitch-black, predatory eyes.

​"Look at you," Keng murmured, his gaze traveling lazily down the tight black-and-white fabric, devouring the sight of Namping's flushed cheeks.

A slow, wicked, incredibly sexy smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "Dressed up like a sweet little pet, putting on a show for a room full of stray dogs. Did you think your big boy wouldn't come track you down?"

​"Jeng..." Namping whined, his head rolling back, entirely intoxicated by the heavy, possessive aroma bleeding off his boyfriend. "You're... you're so hot when you're mad..."

​"The only thing I'm drinking tonight, my delicious little sin, is you," Keng whispered filthily. He leaned in, his sharp jaw brushing against Namping's hyper-sensitive ear, his lips grazing the soft skin before he bit down gently on the omega's pulsing neck, marking his territory in plain view of the entire club.

"You wanted to go out and play the bad little kitten without telling your alpha? Fine. But your big boy is taking you home right now, and I'm going to lock you in my cage until you remember exactly who you belong to."

​A breathless, needy whimper left Namping's lips, his fingers digging into Keng's broad shoulders as his entire body went weak against the mafia boss.

​Keng pulled back just enough to look at the stunned, terrified crowd around the stage. He raised his bleeding knuckles, casually wiping a drop of blood onto his own lower lip, giving the room a final, chillingly glare that made it very clear who owned the cat.

With a possessive growl humming in his throat, Keng turned on his heel, wrapped his tailored suit jacket over the smaller boy's back to hide him from the world, and walked straight out of the venue into the dark, stormy night.

(Hehe... The author is obsessed with men wearing feline tight suits ... I'm too unhinged 😭)

The silence inside the sports car was heavy, absolute, and utterly terrifying.
​Outside, the torrential rain lashed against the windshield in violent sheets, the wipers slapping a frantic, rhythmic beat that only emphasized the suffocating quiet inside the cabin.

Keng didn't say a single word. His large, tattooed hands gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned under the strain, his knuckles raw and split from the skulls he had just cracked at the club.

​For the entire year they had been together, Keng had treated Namping like he was made of spun glass. The dangerous, ruthless mafia boss who struck fear into the hearts of the city's underground became a gentle giant the second he stepped through the penthouse doors-brushing Namping's hair, feeding him, and wrapping him in blankets whenever the omega let out even a faint whimper.

Namping had never, not once, seen Keng truly angry.

​Until tonight.

​"Jeng... big boy, please," Namping whined. It was that soft, syrupy, high-pitched whimper he always used when he wanted a bite of Keng's food. Usually, the second that sound left Namping's lips, Keng would melt, his tough exterior completely crumbling.

​But tonight? Keng didn't even blink. His sharp, dangerous profile remained frozen like carved stone, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched violently under his stubble.

​Panic, sharp and cold, pierced through Namping's champagne-addled brain. The small cabin was completely flooded with Keng's dark, suffocating alpha pheromones.

Keng was doing it deliberately-releasing a heavy, crushing wave of possessive, dominant scent that hit Namping's highly sensitive system like an intoxicating drug, making his lower stomach ache with a desperate, torturous need to be touched, yet denying him a single glance.

​Namping couldn't handle this distance. With trembling, frantic movements, he unbuckled his seatbelt. He turned his entire body sideways in the leather passenger seat, pulling his knees up toward his chest to face his alpha completely.

Leaning his upper body all the way across the center console, he spilled into Keng's space, his slender, manicured fingers clutching desperately at Keng's rock-hard bicep.

​"I didn't mean for them to look at me, Jeng, I swear!" Namping sobbed softly, his plush cat ears flattening completely against his messy hair in a display of absolute submission. He slid his hand down to Keng's wrist, trying to tug the alpha's hand away from the wheel. "I just wanted to have a party... I just wanted to dance with my friends. I didn't know those other alphas would come near me..."

​Keng's chest heaved, his breathing rattling deep in his lungs. He kept his eyes locked on the dark highway, pushing the speedometer higher.

He was deliberately keeping his mouth shut because he known the depth of his own brutality; he knew that if he spoke right now, the unfiltered fury of his inner alpha would terrorize Namping.

He didn't want to break Namping, but the memory of another man's hand on his omega's waist was driving him insane.

Even though Keng had physically dragged that alpha across the lounge, marking Namping as his in front of the entire elite underground, the territorial rage hadn't faded.

​"Look at me, big boy..." Namping tried to coax him, his voice cracking as he hovered right over the gear shift, desperately trying to catch Keng's eyes. "I wore the suit for you. I wanted my alpha to think I was pretty. Please, Jeng... it hurts, the pheromones... I'm so hot..."

​That was the breaking point. The sheer, unhinged audacity of Namping trying to sweet-talk his way out of a situation where he had almost been taken by another pack snapped Keng's iron restraint.

​Keng slammed his foot on the brake, violently swerving the high-powered sports car off the highway and into a pitch-black, abandoned construction lane. The tires screeched as the car whipped around, throwing Namping hard against the center console before the vehicle violently jerked into park.

​Keng killed the headlights, plunging them into suffocating darkness, and snapped his head around. His eyes weren't the warm, adoring eyes Namping knew-they were predatory, and completely unhinged.

​"You wanted to have a party?" Keng's voice tore through the silence, an incredibly deep, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against Namping's chest.

He didn't yell, but the quiet, venomous intensity of his tone was a thousand times more terrifying. "You put on a second-skin bodysuit that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, you get dripping wet on champagne, and you let another alpha put his filthy hands on what belongs to me because you wanted to dance?"

​Namping flinched, a huge tear spilling over his flushed cheek, his heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Jeng... I-"

​"Shut up and look at me," Keng said, leaning fully across the console. His frame completely shadowed Namping, shoving the model back against the passenger door.

He reached out, his large, bleeding-knuckled hand wrapping firmly around Namping's throat-not cutting off his air, but pinning him heavily against the leather seat, forcing his chin up. "I have loved you too much. I have made you forget whose mark is on your neck. You think because I brush your hair and kiss your tears away that I won't lock you in a dark room and keep you all to myself?"

​"No... Jeng, please..." Namping whimpered, his voice breaking completely. The thick, dark scent of Keng's jealousy was pushing his inner omega to the absolute edge of pleasure and hell.

His body was trembling, desperately craving the alpha's touch, but the emotional weight of Keng's fury made him feel entirely exposed.

​"Say it," Keng commanded filthily, his thumb pressing hard against Namping's frantic pulse point, his face inches away, his hot breath smelling of expensive tobacco and raw anger. "Tell me what you did wrong, Poong. Admit it."

​"I was... I was wrong," Namping sobbed out, his hands automatically wrapping around Keng's thick wrist, completely submissive, his long black cat tail coiling tightly around his own leg in distress. "I was reckless. I let them look... I'm sorry, Big boy , I'm sorry..."

​"You're damn right you're sorry," Keng whispered, his dark eyes dropping to Namping's trembling, parted lips, his possessiveness burning bright in the dark cabin. "You wore this scandalous suit to a club full of predators, and now you're going to make amends to your alpha right here in the dirt. You wanted to be a bad kitten tonight? Fine. Now see if your little body can actually handle the punishment."

​Namping's breath hitched in a ragged, broken gasp. "I'll do anything," he whimpered, his glossy eyes searching Keng's dark, unyielding face. "Jeng, please... I'll make amends. Just don't look at me like that."

​Keng didn't give him another second to breathe. In one swift, brutally powerful movement, Keng reached over and grabbed the front zipper of Namping's bodysuit.

With a harsh, metallic slide, he ripped the zipper down past Namping's chest, exposing the pale, smooth skin of his collarbones and flat stomach to the cool air of the car.

​Before Namping could even process the cold air, Keng completely invaded the passenger side.

The space was tight and cramped, but Keng used his sheer size to overwhelm him, hoisting Namping's long, flexible model legs up and pinning his knees and thighs flat against the passenger dashboard and windshield area.

Namping was completely folded back, his spine pressed flat against the backrest, utterly exposed and trapped against the door by Keng's massive weight.

​Keng's large, bleeding-knuckled hand sank into Namping's bare waist, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to leave a mark. "Look at how dirty you got yourself for me," Keng whispered filthily, his voice low . "You're trembling, Poong. Is my anger making you wet, or are you just that desperate?"

​"Both... both, Jeng, please," Namping cried out, his voice cracking. He shifted his hips restlessly against Keng's heavy thigh, his body practically begging for the friction. "I'm so sorry... I'm your good boy, I promise... just fix me..."

​"You're not a good boy tonight," Keng growled, his eyes pitch-black and entirely unhinged. "Good boys don't let other alphas breathe the same air as them. You need to be reminded who protects you. Who owns every single inch of this pretty skin."

​To drive the point home, Keng leaned down and buried his face into the crook of Namping's neck.

He didn't kiss him.

He used his sharp teeth to violently bite down right next to the existing mating mark, claiming the flesh with a territorial force that made Namping arch his back completely off the leather seat, a loud, shattered sob tearing from his throat.

​"Ah-! Jeng!" Namping screamed softly, his fingers frantically clawing at the back of Keng's charcoal shirt, his manicured nails digging straight through the fabric into the alpha's broad shoulders.

His long, sleek black cat tail thrashed wildly against the passenger door, wrapping tightly around Keng's waist to pull him closer, deeper, trying to merge their bodies entirely.

​Keng pulled back just enough to look at him, his own breathing ragged, his chest heaving against Namping's bare torso.

His bleeding knuckles traced a slow, bruising line from Namping's collarbone all the way down to his trembling thigh.

​"You're going to remember this night every time you look at a club, little sin," Keng said filthily, his hand settling between Namping's knees, forcing them wider apart against the dashboard. "Hold onto the seat. Don't you dare close your eyes. Watch what your alpha does to you when you break his rules."

The moment those dark, commanding words left his lips, Keng didn't move away to strip him.

Instead, he stayed exactly where he was, using his massive, suffocating frame to lock Namping flat against the leather seat, his hands anchoring the model's knees wide apart against the dashboard.

​Keng didn't give him a single second to breathe. He leaned his full, crushing body weight down and began to grind his heavy hips directly into Namping's center, mashing their hips together through the tight, strained material of the feline catsuit.

​Because the fabric was so second-skin and stretched taut across Namping's frame, it did absolutely nothing to dull the sensation.

If anything, the tight barrier made it a thousand times more explicit and agonizing.

Namping could feel every single thick ridge and the scorching, unyielding heat of Keng's alpha length crushing ruthlessly against his overstimulated core with every heavy, rolling shift of Keng's lap.

​"Ah-! Jeng! Please!" Namping cried out, his head snapping back hard against the headrest, his glossy eyes rolling back as a high, breathless sob tore from his throat.

​The sheer friction of Keng's heavy, leather-clad hips riding against his tight suit was pure, unadulterated torture.

He was completely trapped under the alpha's massive bulk, his long, flexible legs pinned up against the windshield glass, forcing his hips to tilt upward into the perfect, helpless angle for Keng to abuse.

His inner omega was catching fire, his core aching with a desperate, torturous need to be filled. He wanted Keng inside him so badly he could taste it, but the thin fabric kept him entirely denied.

​"Look at you, whining like a cheap little whore because my lap is heavy," Keng rasped filthily, a low, shameless smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as his breath fanned hot against Namping's flushed face.

He didn't pause the brutal, rolling rhythm of his hips for a second, deliberately mashing their bodies together. "You wanted a whole club full of men to look at you, Poong? Look at how easy it is to make you leak through your clothes. You're practically soaking right through this tight little suit, begging me to ruin you on my dashboard."

​"I am... Jeng, I am," Namping sobbed out shamelessly, his voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over his temples.

He blindly arched his hips up off the leather seat, trying to chase the brutal friction, his fingers frantically clawing at the back of Keng's charcoal shirt.

His manicured nails dug straight through the fabric into the alpha's broad, tattooed shoulders, scratching desperate lines as he tried to pull Keng deeper. "Please... I want you inside me... I need you inside me right now, Big Boy, please..."

​"You need me inside you?" Keng chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated directly against Namping's chest. "You think you deserve to be filled up after the stunt you pulled tonight? No. You're going to stay right under me, taking this friction until you're crying for mercy. You're going to feel exactly how hard you made your alpha, and you're going to choke on how badly you want it."

​To drive his point home, Keng leaned his massive frame deeper into the void between Namping's pinned legs.

He buried his face in the sensitive crook of Namping's neck, opening his mouth to suck forcefully. He dragged his lips and sharp teeth across the pale skin, trailing a line of dark, bruising hickeys from Namping's collarbone all the way up to his jawline, marking him with a territorial fury that made Namping arch his back completely off the leather.

​"Ah-! Jeng! Ah!" Namping screamed softly into the dark cabin, his voice a high, syrupy vibration of pure pleasure and agony as Keng kept up the relentless, heavy cock grind through the damp fabric, keeping his omega right on the torturous edge .

Keng let out a dark, gravelly chuckle that vibrated directly against Namping's bruised collarbone. "I told you, kitten. You don't get the privilege of being filled up yet. You want to touch your alpha so bad? You're going to earn it with those pretty lips first."

​In one swift, brutally dominant movement, Keng shifted his massive weight back just enough to give his hands room to move.

He didn't bother taking the bodysuit completely off Namping yet. Instead, Keng reached down to his own waist, his large, bleeding-knuckled hands working with a fierce, impatient hunger as he unbuckled his heavy leather belt, popped the button of his trousers, and violently yanked his zipper down.

​With a low, feral growl, Keng freed his thick, vein-heavy length into the dim, crimson ambient light of the dashboard. It was fully erect, scorching hot, and slick with the heavy, possessive pheromones that were completely suffocating the small cabin.

​Before Namping could even process the sudden shift, Keng gripped the back of Namping's neck, his thick fingers tangling in the model's messy hair.

The memory of that alpha's hand touching Namping's waist at the club suddenly flashed in Keng's mind, making his blood boil with a fresh wave of blinding, irrational jealousy.

With a firm, unyielding pressure, Keng forced Namping's head down, pushing his face directly into his crowded lap.

​"Open that mouth for me, Poong," Keng commanded filthily, his voice dropping into a dangerous rasp. "You wanted to tease other men tonight? Now you're going to choke on how hard you made your alpha. Take it."

​Namping's glossy eyes flickered up through his messy hair, a sudden, wicked spark of his usual playful defiance cutting through his desperation.

He realized he had one weapon left against this terrifyingly dominant alpha: his mouth.

​Instead of taking the massive length all at once, Namping deliberately slowed down. He wrapped his slender, manicured fingers around the base of Keng's thick shaft, anchoring him, and then leaned in to just press his soft, warm tongue against the very tip.

He swirled it slowly, tracing the heavy rim, coating the sensitive slit in his own thick, sweet saliva with a loud, deliberate schlick sound.

​Keng's entire body went rigid.

The sudden, agonizingly sharp spike of friction on the most sensitive part of his shaft caught him completely off guard.

His head snapped back against the dark roof of the car, his jaw falling open as a deep, breathless, and utterly undone groan ripped from the very bottom of his chest.

​"Ffuck... ahh... Poong, don't-nggh..." Keng groaned loudly, his voice cracking into a raw vibration that rattled the tight cabin.

​Hearing that sound-hearing his dangerous, calculated underground boss completely lose his composure and moan so shamelessly from just a stroke of his tongue-shifted something fundamental inside Namping.

A primal, intoxicating rush of power and submission flooded the omega's system. Wiped of any hesitation, Namping let out a high, needy whimper, opened his mouth wide, and shoved his face straight into Keng's lap, burying the alpha's thick, vein-heavy length all the way to the hilt.

​"Ghh-ugkh-!" Namping gagged heavily, a wet, choked sob tearing from his throat as Keng's massive size bottomed out against his throat.

​Keng completely lost his mind.

The sudden, aggressive transformation from light teasing to a deep, ruthless throat-fucking completely destroyed his restraint.

His large hands flew directly into Namping's messy hair, his thick fingers tangling in the strands with a tight, bruising force as he took total control, brutally forcing Namping's head down and driving his own hips forward in deep, heavy, unrelenting plunges.

​Slap, slap, slap.

The heavy, sound of Keng's bare thighs and his heavy, swollen balls slapping ruthlessly against Namping's chin and jaw echoed loudly inside the fogged-up car.

Every single deep, punishing thrust buried Keng so deep that his balls mashed hard against Namping's face with a wet, heavy rhythm, completely overwhelming the omega's senses.

​"Ghh-ugkh-!" Namping gagged continuously, his eyes rolling back from the sheer depth. Every time Keng pulled back slightly to give him a fraction of air, Namping would let out a broken, messy moan, "Ah-haaa... Jh-Jeng..." before his chin was slammed right back against Keng's groin.

​"Oh god... Poong... fuck, yes!" Keng screamed out , his eyes rolling back in pure pleasure.

Keng was grasping blindly at Namping's shoulders, his massive, tattooed frame shivering violently, a dark, breathless moan escaping his lips with every deep, merciless thrust as his balls beat relentlessly against Namping's chin.

The alcohol was roaring through Namping's veins now, a warm, blurring haze that completely melted what little restraint he had left.

The taste of Keng, the suffocating heat of the cabin, and the relentless rhythm had him completely out of his mind. He didn't want to just please Keng anymore-the needy, intoxicated omega inside him wanted to devour him.

​Namping suddenly let out a loud, wet gasp as Keng pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, his eyes completely glazed over with a dirty, drunken lust.

​"Don't... don't take it out, Jeng," Namping slurred, his voice a deep, syrupy whine as he crawled higher up into Keng's lap, completely abandoning any sense of modesty.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Keng's neck, burying his face right in the alpha's throat. "I'm so drunk, big boy... everything is spinning, but you feel so fucking good. Put it back. Feed it to me."

​Keng let out a dark, ragged groan, his hands immediately clamping down on Namping's bare, slender waist, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. The sheer, uninhibited greed of his intoxicated omega was driving him insane.

​"You're a needy little brat when you're drunk, aren't you?" Keng rasped filthily, his voice incredibly deep, dripping with raw, alpha masculinity. He tilted Namping's chin up, his dark eyes locking onto those glossy, breathless lips. "You want it that bad, sin?"

​"Yes... ah!... I want my daddy," Namping whimpered, shifting his hips blindly against Keng's bare thigh, his skin burning hot. "Make me choke on it. I want to swallow everything you have."

​Keng didn't need to be told twice. The raw honesty of Namping's drunken begging snapped the last thread of his control.

He gripped the back of Namping's head with a heavy, possessive hand and guided him right back down into his lap, driving his thick, vein-heavy length deep into Namping's throat in one brutal, uncompromising plunge.

​Slap, slap, slap.

​The explicit, heavy sound of Keng's thighs and his heavy, swollen balls slamming ruthlessly against Namping's chin echoed through the fogged-up sports car.

Driven by the alcohol and pure, primal need, Namping took the deep thrusts with an unhinged ferocity, his tight throat clamping down around Keng's girth like a vice.

​"Ghh-ugkh-hnggh!" Namping gagged continuously, his eyes rolling back in pure delirium as Keng bottomed out over and over, his balls mashing hard against Namping's jawline with a wet, heavy rhythm.

​The heat inside Keng was building to a violent, uncontrollable peak. The tight, wet suction of Namping's mouth, combined with the sweet, frantic whimpers escaping the omega's nose, completely ruined him.

Keng's head snapped back, his thick neck veins straining as a loud, breathless moan tore from his throat.

​"Ffuck, Poong... I'm going... I'm gonna fill you up..." Keng growled out, his pace becoming completely feral, his hips locking into a fast, ruthless, shallow vibration that pushed him right over the edge.

​With one final, devastatingly deep thrust that buried his length to the absolute hilt, Keng went completely rigid.

A deep, primal roar ripped from his chest as his alpha biology took over, and he began to twitch violently, releasing a massive, scorching hot torrent of thick semen straight down Namping's throat.

​"Mmh-! Ugkh-!" Namping's eyes went wide, his throat automatically pulsing and swallowing as the heavy, hot liquid flooded his mouth.

​Keng held him there, his large hands locked in Namping's hair, forcing him to take every single drop as his hips twitched against Namping's chin, his balls resting heavy and warm against the omega's wet face.

​Slowly, Keng pulled out, a thick, messy string of saliva and white fluid connecting his shaft to Namping's parted lips.

Namping collapsed forward against Keng's bare, sweating chest, letting out a long, dazed, and thoroughly ruined sigh, the alcohol and the intense climax leaving him completely limp and satisfied in his alpha's arms.

​Keng looked down at his ruined, beautiful boy, a dark, incredibly sexy smirk pulling at his lips as he stroked Namping's messy hair. "Good boy," Keng whispered against his ear. "Cleaned your alpha right up."

Keng didn't let him rest for a single second. The thick, heavy scent of his own release, combined with the sweet champagne buzzing in Namping's brain, made the air inside the sports car feel impossibly dense, almost solid.

Namping was still slumped against Keng's chest, panting, completely pliant and beautifully dazed, his muscles trembling with the aftershocks of a high-intensity high.

​But Keng wasn't done.

The raw, territorial jealousy from the club hadn't fully dissolved; it had just mutated into a dark, consuming hunger to completely mark what belonged to him from the inside out, to leave an indelible impression that no amount of club lights or wandering eyes could ever erase.

​"You think because you fed your alpha, you're off the hook, kitten?" Keng murmured, his voice a low, terrifyingly sexy rumble that vibrated directly against Namping's flushed cheek. He nipped at the shell of Namping's ear, a sharp, warning bite that made the omega shiver. "We're just getting started on your punishment."

​Keng's large, calloused hands slid down from Namping's hair, tracing a slow, heavy line down his spine before gripping the fabric of the catsuit right at the base of Namping's lower back.

With a sudden, forceful downward yank, Keng didn't just unzip the suit-he entirely peeled the tight, damp material down Namping's long, flexible model legs, tearing it away until the luxury outfit was completely discarded in the footwell.

​Namping was left utterly, starkly naked under the low, crimson glow of the dashboard lights. His skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink from the alcohol and the heat, his chest heaving as he shivered from the sudden rush of cool air.

​Before Namping could even process the sudden vulnerability, Keng gripped his slender ankles and shoved his long legs all the way back, pinning his knees up beside his ears.

The angle was absolute destruction for Namping's pride-forcing his hips high off the leather seat, tilting his pelvis up, and completely exposing his raw, dripping core to the alpha's predatory gaze.

​"Jeng... big boy, please, look away," Namping slurred shamelessly, a fresh wave of glossy tears spilling over his flushed cheeks. The alcohol was making his body entirely hypersensitive, his skin tingling everywhere Keng touched. "I'm too wet... it's embarrassing..."

​"Embarrassing?" Keng chuckled, a dark, wicked sound. He leaned down, his massive, tattooed frame crowding the space until Namping was completely trapped beneath him, surrounded by leather and the musk of his mate. "You let a whole club look at you tonight, Poong. You liked the attention, didn't you? But this right here? This is only for me. I'm the only one who gets to see how messy you get."

​Keng didn't hesitate.

He dived directly into the hole between Namping's pinned thighs. His large hands clamped onto the soft flesh of Namping's ass, spreading him wide, and buried his face straight into the omega's soaking wet center.

​The first heavy, wet stroke of Keng's rough tongue rimming him upward made Namping's entire body go violently rigid.

​"AH-! Jeng! Oh god, Jeng, stop, please!" Namping shrieked, a high, shattered sound that echoed loudly against the fogged-up glass.

​It was pure, unadulterated overstimulation.

The combination of the heavy alcohol, the lingering heat from Keng's previous grinding, and the intense, direct friction of Keng's tongue lapping ruthlessly at his entrance was too much for Namping's system to bear.

​Schlick, squelch, schluk.

​The explicit, incredibly wet sounds of Keng thoroughly eating him out filled the tight cabin.

Keng was completely shameless.

He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin, and suddenly bit down softly right at Namping's entrance.

The gentle, possessive nip of his teeth against the tight, pulsing ring made Namping's spine snap straight, a loud, ragged gasp catching in his throat.

​"Please... Jeng, don't bite there, ah! It hurts so good, I can't take it," Namping wept, his voice slurred and broken.

​"You're going to take every single bit of it," Keng growled against his skin, his lips wet as he nipped again, harder this time, marking the sensitive, tight flesh with a soft bruise. "I want you to feel my teeth every time you take a step tomorrow. I want you to remember exactly who owns this little body."

​Before Namping could even process the sharp spike of pleasure from the bite, Keng flattened his tongue and slid it directly inside him.

​"OH GOD! Jeng! Ah-haaa!" Namping screamed, his voice breaking into a fractured, high-pitched wail as Keng's thick tongue plunged deep inside his pulsing core, mimicking the heavy thrusts of a cock.

The pleasure was so sharp, so violently intense, that Namping's hips bucked involuntarily against Keng's face, chasing the very tongue that was driving him insane. "Oh god, it's too much... Daddy, please! Your tongue... it's inside me, ah! I'm gonna pop! I'm gonna come without you touching it, please!"

​Keng ignored the begging, completely unhinged by the taste of his omega.

He kept his tongue buried deep, swirling it ruthlessly against Namping's inner walls while his teeth continued to softly tug and graze the hypersensitive outer ring.

​"You're dripping all over my face, Poong," Keng rasped out, pulling back just enough to look up at him, his mouth slick with Namping's sweetness.

His eyes were entirely pitch-black, full of a dominant, heavy lust. "Look at how much you're leaking just from my tongue. You're a dirty little kitten when you're drunk."

​Namping began to weep openly, his head thrashing frantically against the leather seat as Keng dived back in, keeping up the relentless, invasive rhythm.

Loud, ragged moans tore from his throat in a continuous, breathless stream, "Haa-ah, Jeng, please... let me come... it feels too good... oh god, yes... ah, ah! Swallow me, Jeng, please!"

​He was shortcutting into pure delirium, his manicured fingernails blindly scratching at the leather dashboard, his toes curling tightly against the windshield.

He was overstimulated to the point of absolute agony, his chest heaving as his body trembled violently under the relentless assault of Keng's mouth and tongue.

​Keng let out a dark, vibrating hum while deep inside Namping's slick center, the deep vibration sending another wave of blinding electric heat straight up Namping's spine.

Keng knew exactly how close he was pushing his boy. He kept sliding his tongue in and out with a fierce, possessive hunger, anchoring Namping's hips with an iron grip, forcing the weeping, screaming omega to take every single agonizingly hot stroke until Namping was completely ruined, begging and shaking in his alpha's hands.

Keng's large, calloused hand stayed locked between Namping's thighs. He used his thick fingers to explicitly stretch Namping open, pressing his thumb and forefinger against the sensitive outer ring, spreading the tight, pulsing flesh so he could look at how raw and readied Namping was.

The cool air hitting his stretched-open core made Namping let out a sharp, embarrassed whimper, his long cat tail lashing wildly against Keng's stomach.

​"Look at how beautiful you look stretched out for me, kitten," Keng whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly rumble. "So wide open. So wet."

​Without a trace of hesitation, Keng coated his long fingers in the slick, abundant pre-come pooling at the entrance and shoved two thick fingers deep inside Namping's core in one smooth, unyielding plunge.

​"AH! Jeng! Oh god, ah!" Namping shrieked, his back snapping into a rigid, violent arch as his head hit the leather cushion.

​Keng didn't give him a single second to adjust. He immediately hooked his fingers upward, intentionally seeking out the hypersensitive cluster of nerves tucked deep inside. On the very first upward curve, Keng's knuckles hit Namping's prostate gland dead-on.

​"OH! Ghh-ugkh-! AHHAA!"

​A completely unhinged, incredibly loud scream tore from Namping's throat, echoing wildly against the fogged-up glass of the car.

His eyes rolled back under his lids, and a heavy, involuntary jet of pre-come squirted straight onto the leather seat beneath him. The sensation was so violently intense, so direct, that his mind completely short-circuited.

​Keng paused his movement for a fraction of a second, his fingers staying buried deep, hooked directly against the swollen, sensitive knot of nerves.

He leaned down, his heavy, muscular chest pressing Namping flat against the seat as his hot, tobacco-laced breath fanned over Namping's sweating neck.

​"Is it here, kitten?" Keng asked filthily, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against Namping's skin. He gave a deliberate, heavy nudge right against the gland. "Answer your alpha. Is it right here?"

​Namping couldn't even form words.

The sheer, overwhelming intensity of the friction against his sweet spot had completely destroyed his ability to speak.

Tears streamed down his flushed, dazed face in a continuous rush. He could only nod frantically, his head burying into the leather cushion as he let out a loud, broken sob.

​"Yes-ah! Yes, Daddy, right there... oh god..." Namping wept, his body shivering from head to toe. But as Keng began to push harder, curling his fingers in a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm, the overstimulation became too much for the intoxicated omega to bear. "Stop... Jeng, please stop! It's too much, I'm gonna pop, it hurts-please, big boy, stop!"

​"I'm not stopping, sin," Keng growled shamelessly, completely undone by how loud and broken his omega was sounding.

​He began to fingerfuck him with a brutal, relentless speed, his fingers hammering right against the prostate gland with every single deep stroke.
Squish, squelch, schlick.

The wet sounds of his fingers abusing Namping's inner walls filled the tight cabin, punctuated by Namping's continuous, shattering screams.

​"AH-HA! JENG! NO, PLEASE-AH!" Namping wailed loudly, his manicured nails clawing desperately at the leather seams of the seat.

Every time Keng's knuckles slammed into his sweet spot, Namping let out another raw, breathless moan, his hips bucking helplessly against Keng's hand even as he begged for mercy. "Big boy! Daddy, please! Ah, ah, ah! I can't-I'm gonna die, stop!"

​"You're taking all of it," Keng rasped, his breathing coming in ragged, dominant pants as he maximized the depth, his calloused thumb rubbing ruthlessly against Namping's outer opening to stretch him even more. "Look at how loud you are for me in the dark. Keep crying my name, Poong. Let me feel how tight you can squeeze for your big boy."

Keng's dark, wicked chuckle vibrated against the back of Namping's neck. Seeing his omega so completely helpless, weeping and twitching from the sheer force of the overstimulation, sparked a fresh wave of dominant creativity in the alpha.

​"You're begging me to stop, kitten, but your little body is begging for more," Keng rasped filthily, his breath scorching Namping's flushed skin. "Since you can't keep your hands still, I'm going to make sure you stay exactly where I want you."
​Keng temporarily slid his wet fingers out of Namping's pulsing core with a sharp, heavy schlick sound, making Namping let out a breathless whimper at the sudden loss.

Reaching down to the floorboards, Keng grabbed the heavy, thick leather belt he had discarded earlier.

​With effortless, brutal alpha strength, Keng yanked Namping's slender wrists behind his lower back. Namping offered no resistance, his mind too clouded by alcohol and pleasure to fight back.

Keng wrapped the sturdy leather strap tightly around Namping's wrists, securing them together with a firm, professional knot, completely binding his hands behind his arched spine.

​"J-Jeng... Daddy, please," Namping sobbed loudly, his forehead pressed hard against the leather backrest, his bound hands resting helplessly on his lower back.

Without his hands to brace himself, his balance was entirely compromised, forcing him to rely completely on Keng's massive body to hold him up. "I can't move... I'm trapped..."

​"That's the point, sin. You're entirely mine right now," Keng growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, possessive register.

​Keng crowded him from behind, his heavy, tattooed chest flattening against Namping's naked back to anchor him. He brought his large, calloused hand right back down into the slick hole between Namping's thighs.

He didn't waste any time; he dove straight back in with three thick fingers, shoving them deep inside Namping's raw, stretched-open core.

​"AH! Jeng!" Namping shrieked, a high, shattered moan tearing from his throat as his hips bucked helplessly in the tight cabin.

​Keng immediately went back to work, fingerfucking him with a brutal, relentless speed. He hooked his fingers upward, deliberately hammering right against the swollen prostate gland with a ruthless, rolling rhythm. Squish, squelch, schlick.

The wet sounds filled the sports car, drowning out the storm outside.

​But Keng wasn't done. While his fingers were aggressively battering Namping's sweet spot from the inside, he reached his free hand around front.

He gripped Namping's slick, leaking length, but instead of stroking it to give him relief, Keng clamped his thick thumb firmly over the sensitive tip, completely denying Namping his release. With his fingers, he began a harsh, heavy stimulation right at the base, creating a devastating dual assault of friction.

​"OH GOD! JENG! NO, PLEASE-AH!" Namping wailed loudly, his voice breaking into a raw, frantic scream. The sheer intensity of Keng's fingers hammering his prostate from behind, combined with the ruthless, suffocating stimulation on his length in front, pushed his nervous system over the absolute edge.

​Loud, unhinged moans rattled the tight space, "Haa-ah, Jeng, please... I'm gonna pop! I'm gonna explode! Let me come, Daddy, please, it hurts, it feels too good-ah, ah, ah!"

​"You don't get to come until I say so," Keng whispered filthily, his teeth nipping possessively at Namping's shoulder blade, marking the pale skin.

He increased the speed of his fingers, his knuckles ruthlessly bruising the prostate while his thumb held the tip closed, forcing Namping to ride the absolute, agonizing brink of a ruined, explosive climax. Namping's long cat tail lashed wildly against Keng's stomach, his bound hands trembling violently as he screamed into the dark, entirely undone by his alpha's touch.

Keng's large, calloused hand stayed locked between Namping's thighs, his fingers continuing their deep, relentless hammering against the omega's pulsing prostate while his other hand ruthlessly held the tip of Namping's leaking length closed. Namping was completely trapped, his wrists bound securely behind his back with the heavy leather belt, his loud, shattered screams echoing continuously inside the fogged-up sports car.

​The sound of his omega being pushed into pure, unadulterated delirium was driving Keng's alpha instincts into a total frenzy. He needed more. He wanted to devour every single inch of Namping's flushed, sweating body.

​With a low, feral growl, Keng shifted his massive weight forward. Keeping his fingers buried deep and moving inside Namping's slick core, Keng leaned over Namping's arched spine, his heavy, tattooed chest flattening completely against the model's back.

He reached around Namping's slender torso, using his forearm to hoist Namping's chest up off the leather seat, forcing his back to bend into a sharp, agonizingly sexy curve.

​This sudden movement thrust Namping's pale, sweat-slicked chest directly into the dim, crimson ambient light of the dashboard.

​Keng didn't hesitate.

He dived down, burying his face straight into Namping's chest, his mouth clamping hungrily onto Namping's sensitive, flushed breast.

​"AHHH-! J-Jeng! Oh god, no, ah!" Namping shrieked, a high-pitched, breathless wail tearing from his throat. His head snapped back, his jaw falling wide open as his chest heaved frantically under Keng's mouth.

​Keng was completely relentless. He wrapped his lips tightly around the sensitive peak, sucking with a fierce, ravenous hunger that sent a direct jolt of electric friction straight down to Namping's overstimulated groin.

Keng used his sharp teeth to softly bite and tug at the hypersensitive skin, swirling his heavy, rough tongue around the hardened tip over and over until it was completely slick with his hot saliva.

​Slurp, schlick, squelch.

​The explicit, wet sounds of Keng greedily eating his breasts filled the tight cabin, layering over the messy squelch of the brutal fingerfucking happening below. Keng's mouth moved aggressively from one breast to the other, nipping, bruising, and sucking so hard that Namping's pale skin immediately began to flush with deep, possessive bite marks.

​"You're so fucking loud, sin," Keng rasped filthily against Namping's soaking wet skin, his voice an incredibly deep, ruined growl. He bit down firmly on the sensitive peak, making Namping let out a loud, fractured sob. "Look at how you're shaking. Sucking your pretty chest while I hammer you from behind... you're completely ruined for your alpha, aren't you?"

​"YES-ah! Yes, Daddy, please! Ah, ah!" Namping wailed loudly, his bound hands twitching violently against his lower back as his hips involuntarily bucked up against Keng's hand.

The dual stimulation-Keng's teeth and tongue tearing into his chest while his knuckles repeatedly shattered his prostate-was pushing his nervous system into absolute, agonizing bliss. "It's too much! I can't handle it! Jeng, please, let me pop... I'm gonna explode, ah-haaa!"

​"Hold it in for me, boy," Keng commanded, his voice dropping into a dark, unyielding rasp. He increased the speed of his fingers inside Namping's core, hammering the sweet spot with a brutal, rolling rhythm while his mouth locked back onto Namping's breast, sucking with an unhinged, territorial greed that left the weeping, screaming omega completely helpless in his arms.

The sensory overload inside the sports car had reached a violent, suffocating peak. The windows were entirely blanketed in a thick sheet of condensation, trapping the heavy, intoxicating musk of alpha dominance and the sweet, ruined scent of Namping's champagne-soaked submission inside the tight cabin.

Keng could feel the desperate, chaotic pulses of Namping's internal walls tightening frantically around his fingers, begging for the real thing.

​But Keng wasn't going to make it easy. The raw, territorial jealousy from the club was still thrumming in his veins, and he wanted to prolong this torment until Namping was completely out of his mind.

​With a sharp, heavy schlick, Keng slid his slick fingers out of Namping's core, making the omega let out a broken, breathless gasp at the sudden, agonizing emptiness.

Without giving him a single second to recover, Keng unbuckled his trousers fully, freeing his thick, vein-heavy length that was throbbing with a dark, primal heat.

​He lined his scorching tip up against Namping's dripping, stretched-open opening. Gripping Namping's slender hips with both hands, his calloused thumbs digging deep into the soft flesh to anchor him, Keng didn't just slide in-he delivered one massive, uncompromising downward thrust, burying his entire length to the hilt in one brutal plunge.

​"AHHH-! JENG! OH GOD, JENG!" Namping shrieked, a raw, high-pitched wail that shattered against the fogged-up glass.

​His back snapped into a violent, rigid arch, his jaw hanging wide open as he practically screamed into the dark, his entire body trembling violently as his tight internal muscles stretched to their absolute limits to accommodate his alpha's sheer size.

The sensation of being completely filled after so much teasing was overwhelming; his mind shortcutted into pure delirium.

​Keng didn't move for a long moment, letting Namping choke on his size, letting the omega's tight walls clamp down frantically around his girth. He leaned over Namping's trembling spine, his heavy, tattooed chest pressing Namping flat against the leather as his mouth found Namping's ear.

​"You're so tight for me, kitten," Keng rasped filthily, his voice a deep, gravelly vibration that sent a jolt of electricity down Namping's spine. "So fucking wet and greedy. Look at how you're trying to swallow all of your alpha."

​Slowly, Keng began a heavy, rolling rhythm. He pulled back until only the tip was remaining, before slamming back inside, bottoming out against Namping's prostate with a heavy, wet thud.

​Slap!!!!

​Keng brought his large, heavy hand down in a vicious, stinging slap straight across Namping's pale, raised ass cheek.

The sharp sound echoed loudly in the cabin, the sudden sting of pain mixing with the blinding pleasure.

​"Ah-haaa! Jeng! Daddy, yes! Ah-!" Namping moaned loudly, his voice breaking into a fractured, high-pitched wail. His hips bucked involuntarily against Keng's lap, chasing the very thrusts that were destroying him. "It's too big... it's filling me up... oh god, Jeng, yes, right there!"

​Slap! Slap!

​Keng hit him again, harder this time, leaving burning red handprints on Namping's soft skin. "Take it, boy. Take it all," Keng growled shamelessly, his pace getting faster, harder, his heavy balls slamming ruthlessly against Namping's thighs with every punishing stroke. "Good boy, Poong. You scream so pretty for me. Let everyone know who owns this little body."

​Namping was weeping openly now, the alcohol making his body entirely hypersensitive. Every time Keng's hand slapped his flesh, and every time Keng's thick length battered his sweet spot, Namping let out another raw, breathless moan, his manicured nails scratching helplessly at the leather dashboard.

He was shortcutting into pure delirium, his mind completely wiped clean. "Daddy! Daddy, please! Ah, ah, ah! I love it, I love my alpha, ruin me!"

​Keng drove himself to a violent, rapid precipice, completely undone by the tight, pulsing suction of his omega and the beautiful, broken sounds Namping was making.

With one final, devastatingly deep plunge that buried him to the absolute hilt, Keng went completely rigid. A primal roar ripped from his chest as his alpha biology took over, and he convulsed, releasing a thick, scorching-hot torrent of semen straight inside Namping's core.

​"Mmh-! Ah-! Jeng!" Namping wept loudly, his internal walls clenching frantically as the hot fluid flooded him. Keng held him there for a long, breathless moment before pulling out with a wet, heavy sigh, leaving Namping slumped forward, panting and completely dazed.

​But Keng wasn't finished.

The possessive hunger was still burning.

​With effortless alpha strength, Keng reached down and unknotted the leather belt from Namping's wrists, freeing his hands.

Before Namping could even process the relief, Keng grabbed him by the waist and shifted his own position, sliding back into the driver's seat.

He yanked Namping up and forced him to straddle his lap, facing him, with Namping's long legs hooked around Keng's broad torso.

​"You're riding me now, kitten," Keng whispered dangerously, a wicked smirk pulling at his lips as his hands clamped onto Namping's hips.

​Namping's eyes were completely glazed over from the alcohol and the lingering pleasure. He blindly gripped Keng's tattooed shoulders for balance, his body shivering. Driven by pure, needy instinct, Namping lifted his hips and slowly slid himself down, impaling himself on Keng's thick, re-hardened shaft all over again.

​"Ah-haaa! Jeng! Oh god, it's so deep," Namping moaned loudly, his voice a syrupy, broken vibration as he began to ride Keng, bouncing his hips in a frantic, messy rhythm.

​Keng leaned back against the seat, his dark eyes burning as he watched his gorgeous omega take him willingly, Namping's chest heaving, his breasts flushed with soft bite marks.

But as Namping's pace grew wilder, his own aching length rubbing against Keng's hard stomach, Keng reached down.

He wrapped his hand firmly around the base of Namping's length, his thumb locking tightly over the tip, completely blocking his release.

​"J-Jeng! No, please! Let me pop! Let me come!" Namping wailed, tears spilling over his cheeks as he kept riding Keng frantically, his hips rolling over the thick shaft while his own climax was ruthlessly denied. "Daddy, please! I'm burning up! It hurts, it feels too good, let me come!"

​"Not yet. Earn it, sin. Ride your alpha until I'm ready," Keng growled shamelessly, his large hands guiding Namping's hips, forcing him to slam down harder and deeper against his lap.
​The friction was electric, the tight cabin filling with the sound of their wet, heavy skin mashing together.

Keng's breath hitched as Namping's internal walls milked him with an unhinged, intoxicated greed. The pleasure built rapidly until Keng couldn't hold back anymore.

He gripped Namping's waist with an iron hold, thrusting his hips upward violently to meet Namping's downward descents.
​With a ragged, breathless groan, Keng knotted inside him for the second time, filling Namping's core with another thick, possessive release.

​At the exact same moment Keng came, he finally let go of Namping's length. He slid his hand up Namping's shaft, giving a few fast, heavy strokes as Namping delivered one last, desperate downward grind.

​"AHHH-HA! JENG!" Namping screamed into the dark, his voice completely breaking as a messy, ruined explosion of semen shot forward, painting Keng's tattooed chest and stomach.

​Namping collapsed entirely against Keng's shoulder, his forehead burying into the alpha's neck, his body twitching with violent, overstimulated aftershocks.

Keng wrapped his large arms securely around Namping's trembling, naked frame, a triumphant, incredibly sexy chuckle vibrating in his chest as he stroked his omega's messy hair in the dark.

The sensory overload inside the sports car had reached a violent, suffocating peak. The windows were entirely blanketed in a dense, heavy layer of steam, trapping the thick, intoxicating musk of alpha dominance and the sweet, ruined scent of Namping's champagne-soaked submission inside the tight cabin.

The storm outside battered the windshield, but inside, the world had narrowed down to the frantic heat of their bodies.

​Namping didn't panic at the sight of the heavy weapon Keng had pulled from beneath the seat-he loved his alpha too fiercely, trusted him too deeply for fear to even enter his mind.

He knew with absolute, unshakeable certainty that Keng would turn that firearm on himself and pull the trigger before he ever let a single scratch happen to his omega. The sight of the gun didn't bring terror; it brought a heavy, dark wave of intense arousal that made Namping's core pulse aggressively, hot fluid leaking down his thighs.

​But his body was entirely at its breaking point. The heavy champagne, the hours of relentless overstimulation, and the fierce scratching that had left Keng's back covered in raw, bloody marks had drained every ounce of his energy.

He was weak, heavy-lidded, and practically melting into the leather passenger seat, his long cat tail twitching limply.

​"Jeng... big boy, please," Namping slurred into the dark, his voice a faint, syrupy whine. He couldn't even lift his arms to push the weapon away; his hands just twitched limply against Keng's heavily tattooed forearms. "I'm so tired... my legs are shaking... please don't tease me anymore. Let me sleep..."

​Keng looked down at his beautiful, ruined omega. The sight of Namping so beautifully helpless, his pale chest flushed pink and his eyes glazed with exhaustion, didn't make the alpha soften. If anything, it made the possessive, territorial beast in his chest roar louder.

​"You don't get to sleep yet, sin," Keng growled filthily, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly register that sent a shiver straight down Namping's spine. "You wanted to play the wild little kitten at the club, and you marked up your alpha's back. Look at this mess you made. Now you stay awake for the punishment."

​Keng completely ignored the weak, breathless begging. With effortless, brutal alpha strength, he gripped Namping's slender ankles and shoved his long legs all the way back over his shoulders, forcing his hips high into the air and opening his dripping, hyper-sensitive core completely to the dim crimson light of the dashboard.

​Namping let out a soft, fractured sob, his head thrashing weakly against the leather cushion. "No... Daddy, please... I can't take it... it's too much..."

​Keng didn't listen.

He brought the heavy handgun down, pressing the flat, freezing metal side of the barrel directly against Namping's burning, sweat-slicked chest, right over his racing heart, before dragging it down over his flat stomach. Namping gasped, his skin breaking out into severe goosebumps.

Then, Keng flipped the weapon in his grip and used the freezing, smooth metal base of the handle to ruthlessly press right against Namping's pulsing, wet entrance, nudging the sensitive ring of flesh.

​"OH! Ghh-ugkh-! JENG!"

​A loud, shattered moan tore from Namping's throat, echoing loudly against the fogged-up glass of the car.

The shocking contrast of the icy metal against his burning, overstimulated inner walls caused an immediate, involuntary spasm.

Even though he was completely exhausted, his internal muscles clamped down frantically in a tight, weeping reflex, trying to reject the cold while desperately craving Keng's actual heat.

​"Look at how tight you're squeezing it," Keng mocked, a wicked, dominant smile pulling at his lips. He slowly slid the cold metal handle up and down Namping's leaking shaft, using the weight of the firearm to ruthlessly stretch and tease his outer ring. "You're too tired to hold your legs up, but you're still dripping all over my weapon. You're such a good, dirty little boy for your daddy. Tell me what you want."

​"Jeng! Ah-haaa! Stop, please stop!" Namping wailed, tears of absolute sensory overload spilling over his flushed cheeks. His body was shortcutting into pure delirium; he was too exhausted to fight the pleasure, yet the icy torture was keeping him balanced on a wire. "It's too cold... I'm burning... please, big boy, just put it inside me... give me your heat, ah, ah! I want you, not the gun! I want my alpha!"

​"Ask me properly, kitten," Keng commanded, dragging the freezing metal ruthlessly over Namping's hyper-sensitive prostate from the outside.

​"My big boy! Please, fuck me! Open me up and stretch me out, I need your heat, ah-haaa!" Namping screamed, completely losing his mind.

​Keng let out a dark, rumbling chuckle that vibrated directly against Namping's skin. The agonizingly cold teasing with the firearm finally reached its absolute limit. Seeing his omega thoroughly broken down, entirely defenseless and beautifully ruined, the feral beast in Keng's chest finally demanded total satisfaction.

​Keng tossed the slick, pre-come-coated handgun onto the dashboard with a heavy, metallic clank. Without a single second of hesitation, he gripped Namping's trembling thighs, anchoring the omega's hips tightly against his lap, and drove his thick, vein-heavy length all the way inside in one massive, uncompromising thrust.

​"AHHH-! JENG! OH GOD, AHH!" Namping shrieked, a raw, fractured wail tearing from his throat as his back arched one last, desperate time.

​The sudden, intrusive burst of Keng's white-hot heat replacing the freezing steel was a total shock to his exhausted nervous system.

Namping's internal walls, slick and hyper-sensitized, clamped down with a frantic, weeping tight grip around the massive intrusion, milking him immediately. Keng didn't waste any time; he began a brutal, heavy rhythm, bottoming out against Namping's prostate with a ruthless velocity.

​Squish, squelch, schlick.

​Slap!

​Keng brought his heavy, calloused hand down in a stinging slap against Namping's raised, trembling thigh. "You like that heat, sin? Breathe it in. Swallow all of it."

​"YES! Ah, ah, ah! Harder, Daddy, harder! It's so deep, oh god, you're breaking me-HAH!" Namping's moans became completely unhinged, high-pitched and breathless as Keng ruthlessly battered his sweet spot over and over.

The explicit, wet sounds of the pounding filled the tight cabin, punctuated by Namping's continuous, shattering cries.

​Namping's hold on reality was completely gone; his hands weakly clawed at Keng's shoulders, his nails leaving faint, desperate marks over the fresh, bloody scratches he had made earlier.

He was too tired to hold himself up, his body entirely collapsing under the alpha's heavy, muscular frame, his hips helplessly bucking up to meet every punishing plunge.

​"Good boy, Poong. Scream for me. Let me feel how loud you can get when I ruin you," Keng whispered filthily, maximizing the depth of his thrusts until his pelvic bone slammed heavily against Namping's soft skin.

​The tight, pulsing suction of Namping's core pushed Keng over the edge within minutes. With a deep, primal roar that vibrated against Namping's chest, Keng thrust to the absolute hilt and locked himself inside.

His alpha biology triggered, his base swelling rapidly into a thick, unyielding knot that anchored him deep inside Namping's womb, stretching the omega to a staggering degree.

​"Mmh-! Ah-! Jeng... Daddy... it's so big, it's knotting, ah, AHH!" Namping sobbed loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as Keng's knot locked them together, pumping a thick, scorching-hot torrent of semen straight inside his pulsing core.

The intense, internal pressure and the sheer stretching sensation made Namping's own leaking length finally snap, shooting a messy, ruined release all over his own stomach and Keng's chest without Keng even touching him.

​"Oh god... Jeng... I love you... love my alpha..." Namping whimpered, completely spent, his body shivering with violent, overstimulated aftershocks.
​They stayed frozen like that in the dark for a long, breathless time, Keng's heavy chest rising and falling against Namping's trembling torso as the knot slowly deflated, their breaths mingling in the hot, crowded cabin.

​When Keng finally slid out with a wet, heavy sigh, Namping went completely limp, his eyes half-closed as he drifted on the verge of passing out. But Keng, ever the protective, dominant alpha, wasn't going to leave his omega a messy, exposed wreck in the passenger seat.

​Using a clean cloth from the console, Keng gently but thoroughly wiped the sticky fluids from Namping's pale stomach and thighs.

Namping offered no resistance, his limbs heavy like lead.

With effortless alpha strength, Keng grabbed the expensive, heavy leather catsuit. He carefully pulled the tight fabric back over Namping's long legs, sliding his slender arms through the sleeves and zipping it up to the throat, completely concealing the soft bite marks, slaps, and bruises he had painted on Namping's chest and thighs.

​Once his omega was fully clothed and safely tucked into the seat, Keng pulled on his own trousers and shirt, the fabric chafing lightly against the long, stinging scratches Namping had carved into his back-a painful, deeply satisfying reminder of the night's possessive fury.
​Keng climbed back into the driver's seat, turning the key.

The sports car's engine roared to life with a low, powerful rumble, the heaters kicking on to chase away the chill of the dark.

​As Keng shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the secluded lot, he glanced over at the passenger side.

Namping was already fast asleep, curled up tightly into the leather seat, his face flushed, a tiny, exhausted pout on his lips, and his long cat tail tucked securely around his hip. Outside the fogged-up windows, the pitch-black sky was finally beginning to bleed into a pale, hazy blue.

​The first lines of dawn were breaking over the city skyline-and by the time the very first rays of the morning sun hit the windshield, Keng's wild little 'kitten' was completely, thoroughly owned.

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