III

The girls came inside, being eyed by the men. None of them looked hungry and lustful but patient. Seeing them, it did not seem for a moment that they would all be waiting for them like a hungry wolf. No, they looked perfectly decent. But they could not judge anyone through their looks. If they had really been decent, they would not have invited the brothel girls there. 

“What about the girls standing outside?” A man asked, peeping out through the half opened door. His eyes squinted as he saw two girls talking something with each other. 

“Sir, they’re discussing something.” The bodyguard told him straight, earning a straight nod from the man. 

“It’s okay, Vince!” Another man uttered—owner of this house. He was drunk but he looked perfectly fine. He smirked, adding, “You’re good at your job. You can choose anyone as a bonus.” He wriggled his brows, amusement dancing in his eyes. 

“Thank you, Sir, but I don’t want to cheat on my wife.” 

“Whoa!” The men around reacted so loudly, their deep and loud voices covering the whole atmosphere. 

“You can go if you want, Vincenzo.” The bodyguard med Vincenzo nodded before leaving like a robot. 

“Did you see? My dad also says that but I couldn’t understand the thing. I’m cheating on my future wife.” The owner giggled in his friend’s ear, annoying him a bit. 

“Uncle is right, Izhar.” His friend did not seem to stretch his statement further. He looked bored, much to Izhar’s disappointment. 

“And you look bored. Come on, buddy, look at these girls and forget that bitch! Cheat on her, buddy, be a man!” His eyes widened when he received a death glare from his friend. He gulped hard, adding, “I know you’re a grown up man.” He chuckled in the end, making his friend roll his eyes. 

“Come on, Chris! Just look at them!” He held his shoulders, giving him a side hug. His friend sighed before raising his eyes and running them over the girls. 

He did not like any of them because he had many girls like them. Such girls who used to dress up for him. They used to wear such clothes for him so that she could sate him. There was no difference between them. 

He rolled his eyes, turning them to the corner and eventually stopping right there when they found a really very different girl among them. The most different, the most wonderful, the most beautiful and the most innocent. 

He did not even understand when he thought so much about her in that small moment, and even told his mind about her. So fucking different!

When she came in and joined the rest of the girls, his eyes refused to turn away from her. And then, the whole atmosphere around him became completely hazy. He realized that there was nothing else worth seeing other than her. The attraction of the whole world was known inside her. 

He could not help but look through her body, into her soul. And then he realized that she was completely naive. She has been brought here not of her own free will but by force. She was scared not knowing for what reason and was only looking at the ground as if diamonds were buried there. 

Curiosity awakened inside him when he eyed her. Curiosity to know her more. Curiosity to explore her inside out. Curiosity to look more into her soul and then, clutching it under his control. 

His eyes squinted as he zoomed in on her. The clothes she was wearing were sitting on top of her just in name. A coin bra top as he eyed it, finding her skin fair and adorned with beauty marks. The bra top held her breasts in such a manner that they looked bigger but he could sense they were not even a handful. And he surely would like to massage them with his tongue, lips and hands, turning them bigger. 

His eyes travelled down, hunger making him growl. Her belly was flat, giving him a fantasy. He licked his bottom lip when his eyes went down. He knew what was hidden behind that ruffled up skirt. A door to heaven which he would love to explore. 

His amber eyes remained cold, pupils dilating just by fantasizing his ways to take her. Rough and wild. But did she look bolder enough to take those ways? The answer was a bright no.

As soon as he saw her, he told that she was quite simple. The most innocent girl he has even seen, though he believed his second prediction could be wrong. Who says that innocence is written on the face? And when he had learned so much about her, he had also understood that she was as delicate as a flower. So delicate and beautiful that he could not live without touching her. He wanted to touch her, twist her, kiss her, get lost in her fragrance and most importantly, he wanted to taint her. Taint that innocence which looked so real. 

He sighed, leaning back and letting his back touch the headboard of the soft couch, meanwhile, his hungry gaze never left her body, roaming all over her making her shudder underneath them. 

He noticed it and realized that he looked at her more than necessarily. There was so much hunger in his eyes that she could feel its effect. She could feel the darkness of his sinful thoughts which made her shudder. She tried to inhale some air but failed miserably—sneezing a bit. 

He noticed a girl approaching her. She gave her water and then mumbled something into her ear. He literally ignored her for Hazel because she casted a spell on him—being unknown to it. 

She placed the glass rim between her lips, pulling the liquid, turning them wet but setting a fire in his loins. He gazed at them, wetting his bottom lip as an idea of tasting them popped inside his mind. Wet, juicy, luscious and all for him. He smirked at the thought, whispering, “Mine.” 

“You liked her?” Izhar asked, whispering into his ear. He nodded, not taking his eyes off her. They were not ready to look away. 

“And I liked the girl next to her. Both of them have an innocent charm.” They smirked, just like his friend.

~♡♡~

The dancing was over and now all the men were choosing a girl for themselves. It was quite late at night and everyone had to go to their room too. When each man began to choose for himself, Hazel stood there trembling with fear. She did not want all this. 

“What happened, Haze?” Zoya asked, above her shoulder. 

“I-I don’t want this, Zoya,” whimpered out as tears formed in her beautiful eyes, holding her shoulder. 

Zoya sighed. She expected such naivety from Hazel. Looking around as nobody chose her, she whispered in Hazel’s ear, “Just think of what I said, gather courage and do it.” 

“I’ll try.” She looked down, feeling so insecure. She was not even sure of her statement. 

“This one.” A man pointed out at Zoya, who gulped hard before nodding her head and the girls around gasped loudly. She looked at the man who selected her and found him to be Izhar Levi, the owner of this luxury mansion. 

“Here, little girl.” He smirked, calling her to him. She did as he said and he wasted no time in touching her cheek through the back of his palm. Her skin felt smooth under his rough touch and he madly wanted flimsy things to break. 

Hazel kept looking down, fidgeting with her fingers after Zoya—her consoler left the room with the man. Nervousness was building inside the pit of her stomach and suddenly a man pointed out at her. 

“This black dress.” He addressed her, surely not knowing her name. The girls around her gasped another time because the man who selected her was none other than Christian Da’ud—the dream of every girl. 

She flinched on her spot, her hands started to shiver. She bit on her bottom lip, letting her tooth sink deeper into her soft flesh and cut it with anxiety and nervousness. She was not ready! 

“Go, Haze!” Mishal whisper-yelling at her from behind. Hazel looked at her, eyes restlessly asking for some sympathy and support which she was not going to receive from anyone there. 

“There.” Mishal grinned, gesturing towards the man and with a small pout on her lips, Hazel followed her gaze, only to land on the man who held her breath through his burning eyes. 

His eyes were shining like a flame and staring only at her, burning her without even touching her skin. His mere intense gaze made her look down immediately. And that was how she understood that it was really he who was making her restless through his vibrating orbs. She could literally feel the effect of his vibrating orbs. He literally held a power in his eyes. A power of manipulation, hypnosis and domination. 

While the other men were choosing for themselves, Hazel kept rooted to her place instead of going to him after he selected her. She did not want to go at all. She wanted to bury herself at the same spot because of his eyes drilling holes inside her. 

Wish they could dig a hole in the ground too so she could lie into it. Just kidding!

And her, he kept staring at her, measuring the level of her disobedience. He knew she knew that she had to go to him but she never did it. So he had to take a step because she was making him desperate. 

A warm and wide palm grabbed her wrist and she gasped at the moment. A shiver ran down her spine through his touch, raising her heartbeats and burning her skin through his hot touch. His hold was really rough, firm and possessing. She raised her head—feeling uneasiness, only to look at the same man who chose her. 

His shiny amber eyes and clenched jaws make her gulp hard. 

“Come with me,” he said sternly and she did not do anything but follow him. He started dragging her through a hallway, his fast pace not helping her legs to match his speed because he was practically flying her behind him.  

His grip was firm, not painful but still kept her silent. She did not make any noise because she knew there would be no effect on him. He will do whatever he wants.

He hurled her inside and locked the door behind once they reached a room. Her heartbeats quickened and she started shivering due to panic. Now it was the time for that horrible thing. 

Please, save me, God. Oh lord, have mercy. Save me from this, she prayed silently, looking down, unable to look at the man. Her breathing was shaking wildly. She literally forgot how to breathe. Panic was already in construction mode inside her. 

The man started taking his steps towards her and she flinched back when she heard the sound of his heels clicking through the white marble floor. She could see his shiny expensive shoes reaching her. Closer and closer…

Her heart sank deeper in fear, anxiety and anticipation. Sweat started appearing on her skin and she breathed audibly every moment. His eyes watched her every moment, seeing how vulnerable he made her just by staying alone with her in a locked room. 

When he took one step forward, she took two steps back, trembling in fear. Seeing this, he understood that this girl was completely new in this work. She was not seducing him, instead, she was pulling away and that thing attracted him even more.  

“P-Please, sir, d-do not t-touch me,” she stuttered badly and her lips quivered visibly. The man said nothing and kept moving forward. She also kept backing away until her back collided with the cold wall behind her. Her body shuddered as her hot skin touched that cold wall. She flinched inwardly when she found no way after that. 

He did not stop. He was dangerously silent and his presence was only making her tremble. His aura was damn menacing and only threatening her silently. Her fearful orbs flickered in pure form of anticipation when she found his pupils dilated. 

Her eyes desperately searched for an exit and found the door on her right side. It was locked but she could escape from him, escape from the place and save herself. That was a good idea! She sucked a long breath, pushing herself off the wall and trying to reach the door when he effortlessly grabbed her arm and pinned her on the wall. 

She gasped loudly the moment he pinned her against the wall by placing one hand on the right side of her head while the other went to lift up her face by putting his long forefinger under her chin. She looked at him, her breath seemed to stuck in her throat, giving her a reason to die because the man in front of her was not less than any angel. She kept looking at him as she noticed how incredibly he was designed by God Himself. 

His face was prepossessing. His dark hair was not disheveled but some of his locks were falling over his forehead, increasing to his glamourous handsomeness. His features were like any angel from above yet the darkness did not subdue. 

The pair of those amber eyes was so vibrating that it was not letting her look away from them. They were magnificently magical and successfully kept a hold on her. They were literally powerful, sending restless waves to her the pit of her stomach. 

And those lips. They moved in a perfect motion when he asked her, “What’s your name, princess?” while his hot breath hit her philtrum and lips, and his eyes flashed a glint of interest. He was literally interested in knowing her name. 

His voice was deep and husky. Honeyed at that burning moment and going through her body, making each and every single cell aware of his intimidating presence. He was able to shake her like an earthquake without even touching her. 

His minty breaths had an intoxicating scent of alcohol too, which ascended her nostrils and she scrunched her face slightly, looking down because she did not like the smell of liquor. It was horrible, making her nauseated. 

Without letting her take another step, his finger again pulled her face upwards through her chin and made her look at him. He did not like it when she looked away from him because he fell in love with her eyes the moment he looked into them.

Her eyes were so alive, turning him wild. Colors were hidden in her eyes. The pair of eyes were immersed in the color itself. Like a green lake, there was a fall in his eyes like orange falling leaves, as happens in the spring season. 

“Don’t look away when I am talking to you.” He demanded and she nodded frantically, stuttering unwillingly, “H-Hazel,” on her name and feeling so embarrassed. 

“Hazel,” his tongue rolled out her name as if tasting it while his eyes never left her face. 

His finger, which was resting under her chin, slowly started gliding down. Her eyes widened at the realization when his finger caressingly traces her throat and he wrapped his palm around it, giving no squeeze. 

She was thankful for this! Though she felt burning sensations through his touch. It was a touch that could turn her into ashes. So fucking hot and electric. 

Holding her delicate neck, he examined her facial expressions. Her breathing was a bit calmer when she realised he did not apply force in his grip, so he did it. He squeezed her throat slowly, watching her eyes widening in horror which made him smirk. 

“You won’t like it rough, I guess,” he told her, eyes squinting and watching every detail. She was beautiful, eye-catching and literally made him breathe uneasily. Leaving that attractive face, he looked at her chest, eyes darkening more.  

She mortifiedly stopped breathing the moment he looked at her top cladded breasts. His gaze was uncomfortable, did not let her breathe and move her chest because of her struggles. It was as if she was stuck there, under his shameless gaze and dirty mind. 

And his dirty thoughts were easy to predict. He wanted to 

He stepped closer, now almost grazing his large frame against her small one. She tried to push herself back as much as possible but there was no use. He felt a gentle stroke under his skin the moment his body touched hers. Small, delicate and so fucking responsive, as he thought. 

He smirked, seeing her failed attempt of staying away from him. By doing such things, she was only awakening the monster hidden inside him. So badly he wanted to grab her, push her against the wall and thrust inside her mercilessly. 

“But you’ll enjoy it if I go gentle on you, right princess?” He said, travelling his hand down to her chest, caressing it through his knuckles and stopping right between the alley of her breasts which was visible because of her black but colourful sequined bra top. He could see a beauty mark on the swell of her left breast and that luscious view made a tent in his pants. 

His fantasies turned darker. He dipped his hand further into her top, wanting to feel her skin burning under his touch. He did it carefully, not wishing to hurt her because he believed that even the smallest amount of force could break her. He found her so flimsy that he was afraid of his rough touch that might turn her into small pieces and shatter them down. 

And suddenly her small hand held his wrist, stopping him right there.  

He frowned, confused by her act. He looked up at her, finding her looking down already. His brow cocked when she mumbled, “Please, don’t.” And there he realised, she was indeed delicate like a flower.