4• Crimson VOWS 2

Azrael's gaze was predatory, yet something in his eyes told her this wasn't just lust; there was more to it, something darker and more dangerous. 

Zafira could feel it in the way he looked at her, like he wanted to consume every part of her.

"I'm not looking for a free-time sex partner", He continued and his voice was deep and possessive. 

"I want more from you. More than just sex. More than just coming inside of you", He finished speaking. 

"I want to look at your face when you will be moaning my name, screaming on my thrusts", Azrael said and Her body trembled and the intensity in his words sent a shiver down her spine.

Zafira felt her body was reacting and drawn to him in a way she couldn't control. 

The attraction between them was undeniable, a force pulling them closer even as her mind screamed at her to run. But her body... it wanted him, craving the dangerous allure of a man like Azrael Sartori.

She never felt like this. She never had any desires for man. She was happily living alone but one decision to take a shortcut for her home, entangled the red strings of her fate with the Italian Mafia Boss and now, she was kidnapped and sitting before him, inhaling the same air with him. 

She closed her eyes as her lips were parted slightly, but no words came out. She was caught, trapped between the need to resist and the overwhelming pull toward the man who was claiming her as his own.

Her breath hitched as she took deep breathings and closed her eyes. 

His expression shifted to something more serious while staring at her pale face as he said, "But there's a spark between us, whether we acknowledge it or not. My heart started beating the moment my eyes were entangled with you, little one".

Her eyes flashed open as she found him so close to her face that their breathings could mingle with each other.

"Don't call me 'little one'. I'm not an eighteen year old girl. I'm an adult and I have a name", She whispered softly and avoided his gaze as her voice was trembling just slightly. 

She continued speaking, "You know nothing about me. How can you expect me to be your woman? I could be a spy from your enemies... or an undercover officer, Mr. Sartori".

Azrael's smirk widened as he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. The moment his skin touched hers, they both shivered and the electricity between them was undeniable. 

He knew exactly what was happening- their attraction, their crimson obsession with each other, was far beyond control.

"CRIMSON! You think I wouldn't know if you were a spy?", He murmured and his voice was filled with dark amusement. 

'Crimson? Is he called me, Crimson?', She pondered as her head spun slightly how quickly he switched from 'little one' to 'Crimson'.

His hand slid down to her chin, gripping it firmly but not harshly, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. Their eyes locked, and Zafira's breath caught in her throat, the proximity overwhelming.

"Look at me", He commanded and his tone left no room for argument.

Zafira's heart raced as she found herself staring into his eyes and was unable to break away from the raw hunger in them. 

"I don't care where you've come from, or what your past is", He whispered and his lips were inches from hers as he continued to speak, "What matters is that you're mine now". 

His words sent a wave of heat through her, the possessiveness in his tone both terrifying and thrilling. 

Zafira could feel the magnetic pull growing stronger between them, and despite the danger in his claim, a part of her wanted to surrender to it. To him.

"You don't know anything about me", Zafira said and her voice was firm despite the tension between them. 

"You want me to become your plaything, but I'm not interested in that", She pulled her chin free from his grip while her heart was pounding but her resolve was strong. 

"So, if this little kidnapping session is over, please let me go", Zafira said coldly but Azrael's smirk didn't falter. 

But his eyes darkened and amusement gave way to something more dangerous. 

"Let you go?", His voice echoed softly, as if the idea were almost laughable. 

He stepped closer and his presence was dominating the space around her as he said, "You think I went through the trouble of bringing you here just to let you walk away?". 

Zafira's pulse quickened but she refused to show fear. 

"I'm not your property. I don't belong to anyone, and I certainly won't be your toy", she said in an icy tone.

Azrael's eyes glinted with something unreadable and he leaned in as his breath was brushing against her ear. 

"You're right", He murmured, causing her thighs to clench tightly.

"You're not my toy. You're much more than that, Zafira", He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes again, the intensity between them palpable. 

"But I'm not letting you go", He finished speaking and the possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and despite every instinct telling her to resist, the magnetic pull between them grew stronger. 

Zafira swallowed hard and her mind was battling against the undeniable force that was Azrael Sartori.

The air around them thickened with unspoken tension and both were aware of the desire simmering just beneath the surface. 

She did not look at him but he continued to stare at her exotic face. 

"Zafira Wilder, 30 years old. Divorcee. Cause of divorce- infertility, but the real reason was your ex-husband's infidelity", Azrael murmured softly and his words sliced through her like a knife. 

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