TASTED THEM BEFORE

AMARIS POV

“What!” I shrieked, realizing the word had slipped out of my mouth. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, vividly aware of the heat that had now rested on my cheeks.

“I must be going crazy.”

“I haven’t even said the punishment and you’re already squealing,” Zevian tsked. “You’ll find out only when you break my rules.”

“That’s not fair,” I mumbled, biting my lip, but no sound came from Zevian until his hands suddenly rested on mine, holding them together above my head. Afterward, something that felt like a rope wrapped around my wrists.

Too scared to ask any question—lest the dubious Zevian use this as a chance to claim I broke a rule—I kept my mouth shut.

When he was done, he let go of my hands after securing them to the upper side of the bed, which restricted me from bringing them down or moving them at all.

Then I felt a warm and soothing liquid pour on my injured palm, followed by a warm and careful caress around the area.

This action alone calmed my heart, which had spiked up to a very high rate since he mentioned the punishment.

Afterward, the warmth was replaced by something cold. An ice-cube, maybe. It numbed the area I had been feeling subtle pain.

This felt unexplainably nice.

And easy.

I mean, If he had explained that this was what he was planning on doing, I don’t think I would have ever objected or broken any rules.

“Don’t let go of the cubes,” Zevian’s voice echoed in my ear while I was trying to relish this wonderful moment.

I nodded in response, and a low, amused chuckle escaped Zevian’s lips.

What was funny?

“You look extremely cute when you’re trying to be obedient. But…” he paused, his callused yet strangely smooth palm rubbing against my cheek. Those sinful palms moved in the most sensual way I’d ever imagined.

My breath hitched with every movement of his.

I’ve gone crazy. Really crazy.

“I desire the disobedient version of you. It’s…sexy.”

I don’t know if this was a test. But it took me biting hard on my lips and closing my eyes as tightly as I could not to fail woefully.

What has come over this man?

This should be illegal.

No, this IS illegal.

My cheeks were already burning, so I turned my face in the other direction, hopefully away from him.

Just go back to attending to my hands, please!

Before I could register anything that was happening. Zevian’s body was on top of mine, both his legs trapping between them, though his weight wasn’t crushing down on me. “Petal, you have no idea what you do to me,” his voice rasped.

My breath hitched at the back of my throat.

Zevian’s hands rested on my head as he began massaging it with his fingers.

“Hmm.” A sound escaped my lips at how nice this felt.

Then his hands slowly moved from my head to my neck, rubbing with gentle pressure.

Again, his hands moved to my shoulder area, kneading before shifting to my chest, a few inches above the towel and my breasts.

I wasn’t like all the other girls who had huge breasts that could lift up a towel or be viewed from the sides—I was firmly in the A-cup range.

Zevian added some liquid onto my chest before spreading it evenly.

And I was very sure with a wolf as powerful as his, he was definitely able to hear the erratic beating of my heart.

This man is going to be the end of me.

The way his hands made contact with my skin. The oil. Everything felt right despite everything being completely wrong.

When his hands reached my waist and kneaded the sides, I didn’t realize a soft, breathy moan had escaped my lips.

As if he’d gotten the reaction he wanted from me, his hand slowly grabbed my leg and trailed upward until it met with the towel that separated him from my bare body.

Just thinking about that caused goosebumps to suddenly appear on my skin.

Then his hands slowly moved underneath, up until they grabbed the skin between my thighs and waistline.

“Don’t!” I shierked, then slapped my hands over my mouth when I realized I had said something.

“Don’t what?” he asked, leaning closer until I could feel his uneven breaths.

I breathed in relief, thankful that he hadn’t noticed.

His hand then snuck underneath and grabbed me by my bare butt, causing a yelp to escape my lips.

Holy Goddess!

Then he began caressing them like he was about to mold something out of them.

The ice cubes on my hands had already begun to melt, just like wetness I felt between my thighs, causing me to clamp them together.

What was happening?

“Are you still feeling pain in your hand?” He asked.

“Not much,” I said.

“Good. Cause you’ve broken a rule, Petal,” he said.

Immediately my eyes flew open.

“What do you mean I’ve broken a rule? You literally asked me a question and I answered?” I blinked rapidly.

“Yes… I didn’t say I wasn’t going to talk to you. The rule said not to talk.” His finger flicked my lashes. “And you’ve broken another rule.”

Instinctively I shut my eyes again.

Shit!

“It’s too late,” he whispered into my left ear.

And that’s when I felt it: smooth, wet lips trailing from my ear to my cheek.

“Petal…” he said.

“Hmm…” I mumbled.

“Strange, but I think I’ve reached my limits.” His tongue grazed the skin barely a centimeter away from my mouth. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“I don’t think that’s wise,” I stuttered.

Isn’t this how every story that’s going to end badly starts?

This wasn’t right. I decided to get up when I felt his hands hold my waist with a firm grip.

“It’s not like I haven’t tasted them before,” he mumbled, completely taking me by surprise.

Before I could let out a single sound or ask what he ate this morning that’s making him go crazy, the marbled door flew open, and both our heads turned toward it.