LOGINZerina’s POV
"Only the ones who stare at me like they want to eat me alive," I fired back, defiantly without breathing. His lips curved into a smirk. "I do want to eat you alive, little one" "I'm not little," I shot back but my stomach flipped, my thighs tightened and I hated how fast I was unravelling. I wanted to say something again, but he moved fast. His hands on my waist tightened, the other slid behind my neck. He inhaled my scent which was so surprising to me. But before I could ask him why he did that, his mouth crashed into mine, hot, demanding and possessive. Blood shot up to my brain and I felt so light headed. It was the best kiss I have ever gotten. I gasped and he swallowed the sound. His tongue claimed mine , like he had every right and the worst part? I let him. I kissed him back like I needed it. I wasn't a good kisser. Dave always made sure to tell me and I always tried to ignore the disgust he always had on his face. But here with this stranger, I didn't care and I felt he enjoyed my inexperienced kiss. His hands slid down my wet ass, squeezing it hard through the thin dress. Who would've thought that your ass being squeezed could be this good and pleasurable? My knees wobbled , it felt jellylike and I felt it would give up soon. But then, he caught me and squeezed my ass more. The pleasure I felt cannot be described. My legs were now wrapped around his waist. I whimpered into his mouth, grinding into him without thinking. "Fuck," he growled, pulling back just enough to suck my lower lips. "You smell divine, little one." That was a weird thing to say. I smiled awkwardly at him and decided to flow with his weirdness. "Isn't that weird to say? How do you know what I smell like?" I laughed freely, looking into his eyes again. "And you—you smell like danger" He leaned close, his eyes were amused. His breath was hot against my ear. "Danger makes you wet, doesn't it?" My smile and laugh died down. My wet pussy throbbed. How did he know that? I looked at him back with wide eyes. He laughed at my expression. I loved his laughter, low and sexy. He pressed me more against the wall, and slid my legs down his waist. I stood before him, the rain was still pouring. My dress and hair soaked and plastered to my overheated skin. He raised my head up with his long index finger. My eyes were on his. I felt his hands sliding up my thighs. My breath hitched . His hands went beneath the hem of my dress, fingertips grazing my panties lace. He smiled. "Red lace. Very naughty little one." His hands were in my wet pussy, one fingering grazing over my bud. I gasped, and turned away feeling ashamed to look at him. "Eyes on me, red" he said. I didn't want to. "Obey me." Slowly, I turned to look at him, at those eyes. Why was I acting this way? So childish like Dave had told me. I wanted more, I wanted this stranger more that anything. "Take me somewhere," I whispered. His eyes flashed in surprise but immediately it returned to normal. His hands pulled out of my panties and I didn't like it. "Let's go," he said But why couldn't I walk? Why did my knees fail me now? He smirked as if he understood my predicament. "What's wrong, little one?" He knows what's wrong. He knew I was so wet and weak down there. Wicked bastard. He laughed again and I swear, I have fallen in love with the sound of his laughter that I want to hear it every day. He carried me bridal style. I tried to refuse a little. "Don't be hard on yourself, red. We both know you can't walk because of... you know? Or would you rather I say it? "No!!" Maybe I yelled a little bit louder than necessary. I didn't want to hear any shameless words. "Then stay put, we will be there soon. Don't disobey me" He took me to his car. It was a sleek, black Bugatti. He shoved the passenger door open and carefully placed me inside. Slowly, his face went down to my pussy. He breathed in as if he was inhaling my scent there too. That would be weird right? I saw how his eyes colour changed . A glint of blue and dark silver. It kept flickering continuously until it turned back to normal—dark blue. It was so fast that I thought I was seeing things. I shifted back a little to give him some space to get in. His eyes never left my pussy and they were very much exposed to his eyes. My panties soaked more under his gaze and he looked like he couldn't bear it anymore. After he closed the door, he forcefully dragged me into his laps. "Straddle me, red" I looked at him confused, "But.. but I don't know how" He breathed in again, and I thought that maybe he didn't like that I was inexperienced just like Dave didn't. I straddled him the way I thought I should. We were in the back seat , the leather cooled against my thighs as I rocked his lap. My soaked panties rubbed deliciously with every grind of my hips. "Fuck, fuck fuck," he groaned and cursed in a raspy voice. I don't know why but that encouraged me to do more. His hands were on my hips, his mouth trailing fire down my neck. I've never felt this hot in my entire life. "You are soaked for me?" he asked, dragging a finger along the wet crotch of my panties. My breath hitched. I stopped straddling him. I closed my eyes feeling his hot hands on my bare skin. "Don't stop straddling. You are so ready, so fucking ready." "Yes," I gasped, arching into him. I couldn't continue my little exercise of straddling him. How could I when his hands were doing those devilish things to me? "I want—" "What do you want, baby?" He teased me, lips ghosting mine. "You know what I want. Please give it to me." I begged, my voice was so low and I was surprised at how it sounded. "No," he said. "I can't give you what you want if I don't know what you want, sexy" "Please!!!" I begged again. "Say it, little red" I shook my head , too ashamed to say it. "I can't... I can't say it. I beg you please," His finger stroked me there, I threw my head back. "Ahhhh" I didn't know how sexy I sounded when I moaned until now. "Tell me now," he stroked me harder, I couldn't bear it any more. "I want your hands on me, inside me. Your mouth, your cock. Anything to release me from this tension and heat please do it. Please! " His growl vibrated through me."Now was that so hard." I don't know how he did it but he tore my panties off and pressed two fingers inside me , slow and deep. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. How is this so good? "Gods, you are so tight." "I feel so—ahhh—so good," I moaned, grinding down harder, chasing that rush. "This is just a little goodness compared to what I will do to you" He sucked my right nipple through the soaked fabric of my dress, tongue swirling, lips tugging. "Shit!!" I cursed loudly. I don't curse. I don't fucking curse but now, I couldn't help it. He tore the upper part of my clothes off and I didn't know how he did it. My eyes were still closed. I just heard clothes tearing and figured it was mine. I was about to open my eyes to see how he tore my clothes when— "Oh fucking god" I threw my head back when I felt his hot lips on my nipple. He was sucking it slowly and then he was fast and wild. As he sucked my nipples, he still gave my pussy an equal amount of attention. I felt so hot. I felt something hot rush through me. I have never felt this feeling before . I was spiraling. Was I about to cum? Is that what it is called? I wanted more. His lips on my nipples were so savage, so hot. He had inserted a second finger to my pussy and I was over the moon. I loved everything he was doing and I didn't want him to stop. My hands were on his head pressing it to my breast, I wanted more. At first, I noticed how he was sweating and I just assumed it was because of the exercise we were performing. But then, he started heaving so much . Slowly, he stopped sucking my breast. I noticed how he felt uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked, my eyes open. I focused on how he was breathing, sweating. He didn't look at me. He just closed his eyes, inhaled deeply. He threw his head back. "Hey, hey," I called him, my hands still on his head shaking it slightly. "Look at me" He looked at me, and that's when I saw his eyes . They were fierce and scary. Something dark flickered in his eyes for a moment. His pupils were silver now. It was so beautiful and yet, so dangerous. For some reason, I wasn't scared. I patted him slightly on the cheek. "Tell me, what's the problem?" Suddenly, his skin was scorching. It was so sudden that I gasped in shock. I was frozen in confusion. A second ago, he was just sweating so much even though it wasn't normal as it was still raining heavily and the atmosphere was so cold. Now, his body was blazing with heat and his eyes became so weak that I was consumed with terror. "Let's get you to the hospital, okay? I can't drive but I think I know a little about driving. You must be having a fever and the sooner you start treatment the better." I touched him again, pouring all my concerns into that single touch. I wanted him to feel better and maybe that's what made me kiss his forehead. His eyes widened in shock. I don't know why maybe because i kissed him which I don't know why I did. I just felt this urge to do so. Or maybe because I said I will drive. Is he scared that I might crash his expensive Bugatti or end his life? "No, no. I promise I'm a good driver. I'm not that bad. I promise" He shoved me off his laps, so hard. My breast bounced and his eyes went there for some seconds. His eyes filled with desire but there was something else. Pain. I saw how his veins bulged out. His skin was red. I touched his head again and shit, my back of my hand burned. "Ouch!!" His body radiated an unbearable heat, leaving me shaken and disoriented. 'Put yourself together, Zerina. Don't go blank this minute.' "Hey let me take you to the hospital." "Get out," he roared with difficulty. "What? You need help. I can't leave you in this condition. There's no one here to take care of you. I might not give you much but I won't leave you here alone, stranger." "Fuck, just go!!" his eyes blazed in anger and there was something that shifted there that was supposed to feel me with terror. I glared at him back. "I said I'm not leaving " He didn't say anything. He just got down from the car. "You shouldn't be out in the cold in your condition!!" My words were shut out as he banged the door. I tried to fix my clothes in a way that will look decent enough to go out. I tucked my boobs back in my dress and tied little straps of the dress together. The door behind me opened harshly. I turned back to see who it was. I was dragged out of the car and into the rain. What the....? I was so confused and didn't understand what was happening. The stranger got into his car and zoomed off. Did he just leave me out here? My brain was still trying to process what happened and nothing made sense. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I yelled back as the car sped off. I stared hard at it until it was out of sight. A drop of tear escaped my eyes. I sat hopelessly on a pavement . My eyes still staring ahead, at where the car was a minute ago. Sadness washed over me again. "Today was a fucking joke," I cried harder now. I wanted to forget Dave . I wanted to have the wildest night of my life. Mission achieved , but I didn't feel any better. I felt like I was used and dumbed. My pride burned. The rain poured as I walked home, barefooted, dress torn and without panties. My nipples were hard from the cold and humiliation. Did he use me? Or he didn't want me to take care of him? Did he get tired of me or maybe I was an amateur when it came to having sex? Didn't he like it? He still would've given me an explanation? Why did he look at me like that and leave me out here in the storm? No Jacket. Nothing. I held my soaked shoes in my hands as I walked home in shame . I wrapped my hands around myself and laughed. Bitter and broken.My heart was already exhausted from the ridiculous jogging torture Lysander had forced me through earlier, yet somehow it began beating even faster. I didn’t even understand how that was possible. It was as if the poor thing had decided to abandon all logic and simply sprint toward its own destruction. Before I even realized what he was doing, Lysander suddenly moved. One second I was standing there, still catching my breath from running, and the next I felt a sudden sting at my wrist as his hand caught it. Everything happened far too quickly. His shadow fell over me. His other hand rose to my face. Then his lips were on mine. Warm. Firm. Brief. So brief that by the time my brain understood what had happened, it was already over. The kiss lasted barely a moment but it was enough for my head to be filled with torrents of memories rushing back in. The way I’d felt that night. My hot flushed body. Gosh, Zerina. Get a hold of yourself. These memories left my entire world spinning.M
Zerina’s Point Of View When I woke up, the sky outside was still dim and grey. For a moment I simply blinked up at the ceiling, trying to understand where I was and why my body felt so warm and comfortable. Then my memory slowly returned. Right… I had been reading while waiting for Lysander. My eyes widened. Wait. WAIT. “Oh my God…” I gasped and shot upright in bed. “Did I seriously fall asleep?!” Panic flooded my system instantly. I whipped my head around the room, searching for any sign of him. There was nothing. No tall, dark, terrifyingly handsome man leaning against the wall. No dangerous presence sitting by the bed. He wasn’t here. “Was he downstairs the whole time?” I muttered nervously. Or had he come in… seen me sleeping… and just left? My stomach twisted. What time was it?! I scrambled across the bed, nearly face-planting on the mattress as I grabbed my phone from the bedside table. The moment I saw the time, my eyes almost popped out of my head. Morning. I
Author’s Point of ViewZero a did not quite know what emotion she was supposed to feel after hearing his explanation. “A-an unripe fruit? Excuse me? Who does he think he—” “Shh… Go upstairs now.”The warmth that had briefly shimmered in his gaze faded, replaced by a cold, shadowed chill that settled over him like dusk swallowing light. Zerina understood in that instant that she should not push him any further. Still, she could not help the agitation rising within her. Being likened to a fruit was one thing—but an unripe fruit? That comparison bruised her pride. She puffed out her cheeks in protest and lifted her foot as if to stomp, but before doing so, she shot him a glare meant to convey her displeasure at being compared to an inanimate object. Fortunately for her, she was already halfway up the stairs—yes, she deliberately chose the staircase instead of the elevator mostly because she didn’t want to be reminded of her trauma and also, so she could imagine stepping on his fa
Lysander set Zerina down gently at the foot of the ladder. He turned toward her afterward and said, “I’ll climb down first. Make sure you grip the ladder properly so the wind doesn’t sweep you away again.” His voice almost carried a trace of concern, yet a sly, dangerous smile curved his lips as he spoke those words. He descended swiftly, and the instant his shoes touched the solid ground below, he tilted his head upward and gestured for her to come down. Zerina swallowed nervously. It had been simple when she climbed up earlier, but now that she was looking down from that height, fear crept into her chest. Fortunately, seeing Lysander waiting beneath her steadied her racing heart. She placed her foot on the first rung, and Lysander immediately noticed the faint tremor in her legs. His posture stiffened as he became alert. This girl was truly unbelievable. How could she speak so boldly and act so fearless, yet tremble over something like this? As Zerina carefully made her way d
Author’s Point Of ViewZerina stared at him as though he had suddenly sprouted another head. “Do something thrilling? What could possibly be more thrilling than watching the sky from up here?” she asked, honestly bewildered. To her, this was already more than enough. She couldn’t imagine anything surpassing this moment—climbing onto the rooftop, resting in her boyfriend’s arms, and admiring the soft, fading colors of the evening sky as they slowly dissolved into grey. It felt like a dream fulfilled, the very peak of romance. Yet a doubt crept in. Perhaps for someone like him—someone who had traveled far, who had seen the world in ways she hadn’t—this might not be extraordinary at all. Lysander’s smirk deepened, sharpening at the edges, and something wicked flickered in his eyes. Without warning, he pushed himself up and twisted his body, shifting so that in the next instant he was half draped over her. His gaze gleamed with dark amusement as he looked down at her, trapping her b
Author’s Point Of View Lysander stood there in complete silence, staring at Zerina as though she had just spoken in a language he did not understand. For a long moment, he truly did not move. He had implied enough. Any other woman would have caught on immediately. Any other woman would have smirked, teased, pushed the tension further. But not Zerina. This little wife had simply declared that she would “work hard” without even knowing what he meant. This foolish little wife… A muscle ticked in his jaw. She had already forgotten the very first warning he had ever given her — to think before she spoke. To understand the weight of her own words. Yet here she was, offering herself into an agreement she barely comprehended. And the worst part? She looked so serious about it. He exhaled slowly through his nose. He only hoped she would not back out of their arrangement later. Because if she did… if she tried to run from something she had willingly stepped into… His gaze d
Author’s Point of ViewZerina noticed the shift in him. She knew he was not joking when he spoke of punishment earlier. She had seen it in his eyes — felt it in her bones. Perhaps she had gone too far. She admitted and no matter how she tried to justify it, Lysander was right. What she had done ea
Earlier— Zerina had slowly climbed the ladder leading to the roof. Her body trembled slightly, both from fear and from the cold. She refused to look down as she continued upward, step by careful step, a blanket draped over one shoulder. After several more cautious movements, she finally reached t
Author's Point Of View Instead of returning to her room, Zerina wandered the third floor like a lost spirit. She sat in the shared lounge, gazing through the tall glass windows until boredom tugged at her. Eventually, she stepped into the balcony, seeking a better view of the sunset. The sky was
Author's Point of View"No," was yet again, his solid answer. He really couldn't believe this girl at all. He predicted it would be something silly but she surprised him by jumping into another dimension of silliness .Zerina's Point Of ViewLysander looked utterly speechless. I held my breath, wai







