Chapter 5 Too young, Too innocent, Too mine..

Steven 

I return from working out and head straight to my room. Seeing Kyra sleeping peacefully on my bed makes me chuckle. No, I can’t bring her into my world. It’s too dangerous. No one, especially her, deserves to experience the cruel life I live.

She’s too innocent for this.

As I drink my water, I don’t notice she’s awake. She’s watching me from behind. When I finally turn around, her eyes are still on me. She’s staring, no! devouring me with her gaze, because I’m shirtless. It makes me smirk. Yeah, she’s a girl after all, so of course this should attract her. But she’s trying hard to play innocent.

She sits up on the bed, still looking at me. I walk closer, and her eyes go wide. I tilt her chin up and tuck her messy hair behind her ear. She’s beautiful enough to make me smile in the morning. Weird.

“You’re going back to Mr. Robert’s,” I say, sitting down next to her.

“Really?” she giggles.

“I don’t know what your relationship with them is, but I’m sure Robert won’t take you back. He fears me too much. He’d rather cut ties with you than cross me.”

“He’s not like you. He’s super nice,” she says with a smirk.

“Maybe I’m wrong about him,” I mutter, drinking more water.

I leave the room so she can bathe, but before I go, I tell Nancy to pick out the best outfit for her from the closet.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I mumble, chuckling to myself as I hold up a fairy-pink dress, matching heels, and long white socks. “She’ll look like a princess in this.”

“Right, Mr. Steven,” Nancy says, smiling awkwardly. She must be thinking the same thing why the hell would I pick out clothes for some random girl?

I knock lightly. “I’m coming in.”

“Why? I’m still changing!” Kyra shouts from inside.

I walk in anyway. She’s wrapped only in a towel, and for a second, I stop breathing. Her wet hair clings to her soft skin, little droplets sliding down her neck and shoulders. Damn. She looks so fucking good I want to eat her alive.

“Why would you come in?” she says shyly, covering her eyes with her hands. Too damn cute.

“Stop that,” I mutter, my voice cracking. “I’m being patient right now.”

“Get out!” she squeaks, crossing her legs nervously.

I can’t hold it anymore. I stride up to her, grab her waist, and pull her closer. My heart pounds like a mad drum. I tuck her wet hair behind her ear, and she looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. Hungry. Desperate.

I pin her gently against the wall, holding her wrists above her head. She pants, her eyes flicking to my lips. God, I want her. I want her so bad it hurts. But I force myself to breathe, to step back, to let her go. The hardest thing I’ve ever done.

She chuckles nervously, too shy to look at me. That shyness of hers drives me insane.

“Put this on.” I hand her the dress and heels.

“I’m not wearing that!” she protests.

“You will,” I say, my tone dropping, sharp and cold. That shuts her up.

She swallows hard. “You’re not… going to watch me change, are you?”

I smirk and leave the room.

Downstairs, the other girls are already waiting. The moment they see me, they rush to me on the couch. Hands all over me massaging my shoulders, feeding me fruit, kissing my neck. I close my eyes, moaning at the pleasure, letting them fight over me. I grab the prettiest one’s hand, kiss her roughly, then pull her down. Her cries of pleasure echo as I suck on her breasts. The others bite and kiss me hungrily, their nails scratching my skin.

I don’t even notice Kyra until I feel her gaze. She’s standing there, frozen. Her eyes widen, then she quickly turns away.

“You can stop,” I tell the girls flatly.

“I’m sorry… for interrupting,” Kyra mumbles, her voice shy and trembling.

I smirk and follow her. I grab her arm, turning her around. She looks like a dream in that fairy-pink dress.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, brushing her hair back.

“You sure have… unique hobbies, Mr. Steven,” she says awkwardly, avoiding my eyes.

“Stop doing that,” I growl, tilting her face back up. “You’re driving me insane.”

But then I hear the voice behind 

“Wow, Steven. I knew you were a lunatic, but I didn’t expect you to sink this low. With a teenager? You’re thirty, for fuck’s

sake.”

This voice! I know it too well.

It's Lola.

My girlfriend.