Novels by Annie

Zara's pov.I shifted uncontrollably on the bed. My buttocks still ached, but it was much better than before. It must be purple by now.I could still clearly remember how his hands came in contact with my soft skin. It hurt—but a part of me was burning to be touched elsewhere. It was shameful to admit that, despite the pain, something inside me responded to him.I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Everything in this room reminded me of him. His pillows smelled just like him. I didn’t like the fact that he left me all by myself in here.He sure had an effect on me, and now that he said I’d be staying in his room, it only did more harm than good. How was I going to live a day in this space without the urge to do something crazy? Or worse, without him making moves on me.That wouldn’t even be a bad idea... What the hell is wrong with you, Zara? He may be tall, handsome, and have a large—statement—in between his legs, but it hasn’t gotten to this. I scolded myself silently, trying to

Vulvan's pov.She froze for a second before ignoring me. “I’m not in the mood for your games, Vulvan.”I stood, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed her wrist, spinning her to face me. The towel slipped slightly. My breath caught.She glared at me, chest heaving, lips trembling. But not from fear. From rage. From the maddening confusion I planted in her heart.“You don’t get to decide when the game ends, Zara. Only I do.”She snatched her hand away and stepped back. “You keep pushing, and one day I’ll push back hard enough you won’t like it.”I smirked, stepping forward again. “Good. Fight me. Push me. Scream at me. Just don’t ignore me.”She blinked. Her breath hitched.I leaned in, voice dropping, “I don’t want your silence, Zara. I want your screams. I want your curses. Your fists if it comes to that. Anything but silence.”“Why?” she snapped. “So you can feel powerful? So you can control me like some puppet? I said I was sorry, Vulvan. You’ve punished me enough. How much m

Vulvan's pov.I smiled, looking at what I had done to her body. It was sure gonna pain, and I wanted her to think of me every time it stung. I was the one who inflicted that pain on her, and I was far from done. I will be the only one to give her pain—and the only one to treat her afterwards. I would've continued, but I had to stop, so the pain wouldn't be too much by the next day for her next punishment."I'm done. Also, use it at night. It'll reduce the pain and redness," I said, helping her sit up. She looked at me with so much anger. If only she knew what was coming her way next, she would wipe off that look on her face and be grateful i stopped."I'll have something brought up to you so you can eat. You must be starving after all that alcohol you consumed," I added. She rolled her eyes at me.I shrugged. "What?""I want to go to my room. I'll have it there. I need a shower and some new clothes," she said, looking at herself. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, realising sh

I turned to look at him with teary eyes, hoping he’d have mercy. But it only made his smirk grow deeper. It gave him more reason.Spank!His hand came in contact with my skin—harder this time—leaving a sting like the rest. It was just spanking. I told myself I wouldn't cry, but I became a crying mess. I felt violated. Treated like a child being punished.“Please, I…” my voice cracked.“Does it hurt?” he asked, placing his hand on my neck and turning my face toward him.“Yes, please just stop. It’s hurting really bad.”“Good,” he said coldly. “That’s what I want to hear. I’m not halfway done with you yet. Begging me is just a waste of time.”I adjusted myself on him, barely able to sit properly. “How many are you planning on giving me?” I asked the one question that had been lurking in my mind.He adjusted himself too, holding me steady with firm hands.“Hmmm… it depends,” he said thoughtfully. “I guess… as many as my heart wishes—until I’m satisfied.”I wiped the tears streaming down

zara's pov.woke up unusually early with an unsettling feeling in my stomach. It felt like I was about to throw up. My head throbbed painfully, and my whole body ached. Everything hurt. I couldn’t remember much of anything.But then, I felt his gentle hands on me.He calmed me down, gave me some medication, and softly whispered something I couldn’t quite catch but found comfort in. His voice was low, loving, and safe. I felt secure again. With his arms wrapped around me, I drifted back to sleep for the second time.Later that day, I stretched and yawned. The pain in my body was gone. No more headache. My tummy didn’t hurt anymore, either. I felt refreshed and oddly relaxed.I reached across the bed with my hands, but a wave of disappointment hit me—Vulvan wasn’t there.After spending a few more minutes refusing to get up, I finally sat up and opened my eyes—and immediately locked eyes with a piercing pair of emerald green ones. He was sitting on the couch across from the bed, shirtles

Vulvan's pov.woman here was driving me crazy. Every time we hit a speed bump, she would bounce—her hips pressing hard against my growing bulge. Her breasts were nearly spilling out of her dress, right there in full display, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I loved the view. The car had an inbuilt divider separating the driver from the back seat. I wouldn’t want another man staring at what was mine.The car came to a halt, finally indicating we were home. I took off my suit jacket and used it to cover her exposed chest. It took a bit of effort to adjust it right to make sure she was decently covered before we stepped out.“Hold on tight,” I told her as I placed my hand on her tummy. She let out a painful groan, but it wasn’t too loud. I didn’t think much of it—maybe she was exaggerating. Drunk people do that a lot.As soon as we entered, we were met by Dax. He had a smirk on his face.“Oh hey Dax!” she screamed, loud and clear—right into my ear. I turned to glare at her. Why