His smoldering gaze devoured her delicate curves with unrestrained hunger. The need to feel them with his mouth and fingers burned fiercely in his groin, tormenting him relentlessly. Desperate for even a fragment of relief, his hand moved up and down his shaft in fervent attempts. No girl had ever stirred even a flicker of desire in him, no girl had ever commanded his attention the way she did. His desire for her was growing with every breath he took. It was a fucking torture and he hated her for that. His glare so icy, it could break the screen. She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her mouth, before she tossed the cover aside, making his throat parch, his eyes darkening with unrelenting lust. Her top had ridden up, exposing the tempting curve of her waist, her tiny shorts had inched higher, flaunting her shapely legs. His jaw clenched hard. Fuck! she was going to kill him. He sped up, stroking himself and imagining her legs wrapped around his hips, making her moan and weep. He imagined
He caught her unprepared with the question. She drew blank. "Answer," he commanded, voice laced with authority. "Mrs. Abel. She is a caretaker. I..I was walking alone so she offered me a ride to the bus stop," she lied, hoping he wouldn't see through. She was more afraid of his punishment than God’s because his punishment will not be only for her but the other person too. A momentary silence followed. "Why the fuck are you out alone at this hour? Enjoying your freedom a little too much, ain't you?" he hissed, voice dripping with menace. "No..I...I had extra work. I asked Dad to come but he couldn't. The bus stop isn't very..""Shut up," he cut her off sharply. Her lips pressed together. He continued in his usual commanding tone, "You will not leave your house after 10. I don’t care if the world is on fire—your nonexistent ass stays inside." "Okay," she murmured, brows pulling together in a frown. Her bottom wasn't nonexistent like his brain, he needed his vision checked. It is
He disconnected the call, still, a bit annoyed by her recklessness. He always knew she wasn't very sharp-minded but sometimes her stupidity managed to exceed even his lowest expectations. It was a good thing, he was keeping track of her locations or she would have managed to attract trouble for sure tonight. As he slipped his phone in his pocket, his eyes swept over the sea of faces, all eager for a moment of his time, hoping to earn his favor. The youngest in the room but the influence he wielded stretched beyond his age. He was not only a Serrano but also the future Don of Italy. A rightful heir who had proved his worth enough times to the world- the King in the making. For Nate, they all were the same- boring, Obsequious, and annoyingly talkative. The more they wagged their tongues around him, the more he was tempted to tear that thing out. He knew better than to let their fake flatteries color him pink. They were just as fake as their useless personalities. The only reason he w
Her bewildered gaze trailed over the dark ink stretching across his upper back, eyes filled with awe and astonishment. The intricate design pulsed with power and raw masculinity, it was meant for him. A pair of formidable wings sprawled across his shoulder blades, their sharp edges carved with precision. Between them stood an unwavering sword, a bold declaration of rebellion and his untamed spirit. As soon as she realised what she was doing, guilt pricked her and she looked away. The tattoo was hauntingly beautiful. So dark yet enchanting. She had never seen it before. Breath hitched in her throat when she caught him toying with his trouser's button from her peripheral vision. The painting fell from her hand, meeting the floor with a thud. His gaze snapped to her. A smirk played over his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Wha..what are you doing?" she stammered, her mouth drier than a sandpaper. "What do you think?" he teased, putting on a show of removing his belt. She gulped
His damp hair clung to his forehead, just shy of his steel-hued irises which gleamed with a predatory glint as he closed in, sending her heart into a frantic stutter. Her breath hitched as he stood closer, his ominous presence wrapping around her like an unrelenting force. He leaned closer, his mouth hovered over hers, only separated by a thin stretch of breath. Just then the sky thundered and he closed the distance, claiming her mouth. A blinding white exploded behind her eyes, 1000 volts of current zapping through her veins.Her eyes snapped open. Gasping, she shot upright. Cold sweat clung to her skin, the damp fabric of her nightshirt sticking to her shivering frame. The room was pitch black, but the shadows of her nightmare still lurked at the edge of her sight. She couldn't suppress the tear that trickled freely down her cheeks, a sob tearing from her throat. She wrapped her arms around herself, huddling up as remnants of the nightmare still haunted her to her soul. A few days
He came to surprise her, only to get surprised instead. There was no way he could describe the feeling that consumed him as he watched her dance. He was entranced, utterly spellbound. His breath caught as she moved so gracefully, so adorably in the rain, stirring a storm inside him. Her feet barely touching the ground, her arms carving invisible paintings in the air only he was allowed to see. So fucking beautiful. The dull, persisting ache in his chest slowly growing into an inferno of desire. A desire to do something unpardonable, to carve his name on her delicate skin with his searing kisses. The rain thrumming over her skin, the wind wrapped around her was stirring up his possessive demons. They had no right to touch her. Only he did. He would become the rain that kissed her, the wind that wrapped around her, and the damn ground she walked on. He would become her world and she would have to live him, willing or not. He waited for her to sense him. He loved how her body would re
She was his sin and his salvation.He thoroughly plundered her mouth, taking everything she had to offer- her gasps, her whimper, the sweetness coating her tongue- everything. Her delicate frame trembling in his embrace, but he only pulled her closer, his hands possessively caressing her sides. She had introduced him to his new side tonight. A side that was feral and beyond his control, a side that knew no boundaries or restraint, a side that craved her proximity like a dying man craves breath.He tore his mouth from hers, only to trace her jaw with feathery kisses. If she thought his rage was dangerous, she had no idea how deep his obsession ran. Gasping for air, she closed her eyes out of exhaustion, feeling his mouth whispering tender kisses down her throat. She had no idea what had gotten into him. Why the man who hated her existence was now suddenly touching her inappropriately. Why was he kissing her? Her eyes flung open as she felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her
"The fuck is this?" Dave muttered, frowning at the assortment of used products scattered on his bed. Crumpled tissues with faint stains of pink, a couple of empty perfume bottles, Used lips balms, bandages, hair strands, several used disposable coffee cups, and broken accessories sat among other trivial things. And they weren't just some random objects, they belonged to someone. A girl. He is collecting a girl's used products? The realisation hit like a wave, sending chills down his spine. He had come to pick him up for their soccer practice, but instead he walked in on this- strange, intimate objects strewn across his bed. Nate was in the bathroom, unaware of his discovery. He picked up one broken earring to examine. "Why are you here?" Nate's annoyed voice cut through the air. Dave turned to look at him. Holding up the cheap earring, he asked, "Whose stuff is this?" His voice held curiosity. A flicker of something dangerous crossed Nate's face as he noticed the earring bet
Nate returned in the evening, calmer and cooler. After venting his anger in the ring, his mind was finally clear to conceive rational thoughts. He realised not everything can be achieved by force. This situation called for a gentler approach. He decided to speak with Sera again. This time, he will keep his anger in check. He frowned at the sight of the open door. How many times had he told her to keep the door locked, but she just wouldn't listen. As he approached the apartment, his ears picked up on incoherent murmurs, causing his frown to deepen. Then he heard it. A man’s voice. Inside. And that’s when he lost it.Come with meHe overheard. Muscles coiled, veins constricted— a murderous rage exploded within him, turning his vision red. He charged inside, grabbed the vase from the table, and smashed it over his head. Sera scrambled away, screaming, eyes wide in horror. Mr. Jang staggered, clutching his bleeding head as he turned. His gaze locked on Nate, eyes flaring, caught betwee
Sera stared, wide-eyed in disbelief. Tears blurred her vision, but those two red lines remained unmistakable. "What is it?" Nate questioned, his voice edged with impatience and curiosity.Pinching the kit between her trembling fingers, Sera looked up to meet his eyes. "Pregnant," she whispered, a teardrop rolling down her cheek. Nate, astounded, snatched the kit and scanned the result himself. When the realisation finally sank in, a slow, disbelieving smile lit up his face. A sense of joy filled him. He was going to be a dad.Sera sagged against the wall behind her, suddenly drained of all energy. All she could feel was an intense, unbearable pain clenching her insides. This was it. The tragic end of all her hopes. Three weeks had passed since she missed her period. Today, she had asked him to bring her a pregnancy kit as her suspicion had begun to solidify. Now the truth was out. First to many more. He was going to treasure this kit. Nate gently placed it beside the sink and rea
After stripping her naked, he rolled her onto her stomach. He paused, drinking in the body that was his to love and ruin. He took it all.....the seductive curve of her back, the tempting swells of her ass..... that made the ache in his balls intensify. He gently swept her hair to one side and pressed his lips against her nape. The innocent contact caused an intense rush of euphoria to crash over him, subduing his senses. He firmly held Sera down by the waist and straddled her legs. Overwhelmed with need that only she could stir inside him, he began dropping hungry, wet kisses from her nape to the small of her back, his metallic chain dragging along. The realisation was profound and loud. He could never get enough, could never stop desiring her."You're mine, Sera. Only mine," he murmured darkly while recklessly biting and sucking into her warm flesh. He teased the two dimples at the base of her spine with his tongue before gliding lower to the delicate rise of her ass. She was soft a
A few moments later, a group of waiters emerged from somewhere and began serving them food. He issued orders to the waiter while Sera tried to read his face. It was difficult to decipher what was going on in his head. The waiters left after filling their plates, leaving them alone. Nate gestured for her to dig in before picking up his own fork. "Just a few days more. After our wedding, we'll return to my estate," Nate told her. Ever since he had shared his intentions with her, the word "wedding' felt like a noose around her throat. "Don't worry about my family, they'll come around. My mom can't stay mad with me for too long," he added in an attempt to assure her."And my family? She asked hesitantly, causing him to look up at her. "Do you know anything about my....Mr. and Mrs. Diaz and Dyson?" Even though they had abandoned her, a part of her still wondered if Mr. Diaz was okay or not. He was shot because of her. "You still care about those fuckers?" he asked, a hint of irritatio
She stared blankly at the screen as her thoughts drifted elsewhere. She was supposed to get her period four days back, but it hadn't arrived yet. Ever since he brought her here, he has been having sex with her every day. And now worry had started gnawing at her inside. So much she had lost in just a month: her innocence, her dreams, her freedom, and her family. Her family, which wasn't truly hers to begin with. Honestly, she still hadn't come to terms with it. The revelation had completely shattered her. While she had been grinding day and night for a shred of approval from her mom and dad, they had seen her as nothing more than a burden. She wondered where her real mother was. If she was even alive? Why did she abandon her? And her father. It was vile, revolting: her uncle was her father. The mere thought was enough to make her stomach churn in disgust. "Get ready in fifteen. We are going out," Nate announced, drawing her out of her trance. She turned her head and spotted him at the
"How are you?" Mrs. Jang asked. Sera hesitated, for a moment, looking over Mrs. Jang's shoulder. Mrs. Jang picked up on her subtle gesture. "I am good. How are you?" she replied after making sure no one was around."I am great. Just came back from school. How old are you, by the way?" Mrs. Jang queried, clearly intrigued. Sera was caught off guard by her question. "Why?" she asked, her smile wavered, betraying her nervousness. Mrs. Jang shrugged casually and said, "It's just, it seems you have a huge age gap between you two. He looks in his mid-twenties, and you look barely 18. The story must be very interesting," Mrs. Jang prodded inquisitively. "Oh. We don't have that huge..." "You don't even have a ring on," Mrs. Jang pointed out, her brows now knitted into a frown. Sera quickly hid her hand behind her back. "The ring was loose, so he sent it back to get it fixed," Sera answered, her voice trembling slightly. Mrs. Jang nodded stiffly. "Why don't you come over? I'll treat
If ever you feel caught between reason and instinct, choose instinct. Every single time. Nate swore by this line that Killian had drilled into his head. In their business, it wasn't the mind that kept them alive — it was their guts. Yet, for the first time, he would ignore his instinct for her happiness. She promised she wouldn't leave him, he decided he would trust her word and be numb to the unease squirming in the pit of his stomach. He finally eased out of her, leaving her utterly delirious and sated. A thick stream of milky white liquid followed him out, too much for her to contain. Eyes unfocused, breathing erratic— she was still reeling from her release. The whole night, he kept her awake, moaning and writhing under him. The girl had now grown used to his constant need, unending desires. He couldn't have gotten a better partner. No matter how she protested, her walls always embraced his invasion, giving his aching cock the relief it thirst for. As many times as he wanted. As
A smile instantly lit up her face as she gently gathered the fluffy ball and settled it on her lap. The kitten nestled in trustingly, eliciting a soft chuckle from her. She ran her fingers through the kitten's snow white fur and cooed, "Where did you come from, little one?"Nate, lingering at the doorway, felt a sharp prick of jealousy, but he ignored it. He didn't wish to ruin the moment. He wanted to see more of that smile. The kitten mewed in answer and burrowed deeper, basking in her affection.His features twisted into a scowl. Unable to stand it any longer, he marched over in quick strides and yanked the kitten off her lap. Before she could spot his scowl, he quickly masked it with an easy grin. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was jealous of a kitten. "I brought her for you," he disclosed, causing her jaw to drop in surprise. Amusement filled his expression upon seeing her reaction. "Surprised?" he asked, arching a brow as he settled down beside her. He let
Today, Sera prepared the meal herself as she was craving something homemade. And after last night's incident, she didn't think she was going to eat out anytime soon. The terror still throbbed inside her. He was already seated at the table when she served him breakfast. He watched her with a soft gaze, basking in her warmth and care. Now he understood why his dad never allowed anyone else to serve him but his mom. It was a small gesture, yet one filled with devotion. She was making sure he didn’t start the day on an empty stomach.She looked so beautiful, so ethereal, that he couldn't stop staring at her. Then, she flicked her gaze to him, and his heart gave a powerful jolt. Their eyes met only for a brief second before she looked away, oblivious to the chaos she was stirring inside him. She walked back into the kitchen after serving him. His gaze never stopped following her as she moved around in the kitchen, doing chores. From pushing her wild locks back to wiping her wet hands in t