Chapter 4

Calixta Verana POV

Sa ibabaw ng malaking mahogany desk, sa gitna ng nagkalat na mga papeles, doon ako dinala ni Zion. Ang lamig ng kahoy sa aking likuran ay direktang kabaligtaran ng nagbabagang init ng kanyang mga palad.

Hinihingal siya, ang kanyang mga mata ay parang sa isang hayop na matagal na nagutom.

"Zion..." mahina kong tawag, pero sapat na iyon para lalong magdilim ang kanyang paningin.

"Shut up, Calixta. Just... let me feel this," garalgal na boses nito.

Hinablot niya ang laylayan ng aking silk dress at sa isang mabilis na galaw, itinaas niya ito hanggang sa aking bewang. I felt the cool air of the AC hit my bare skin, but it didn't last long. His hands were everywhere, mula sa aking hita, sa aking bewang, hanggang sa maramdaman ko ang kanyang daliri na humahaplos sa pinaka-sensitibong bahagi ng aking pagkatao.

I gasped, my back arching instinctively. "Oh, God..."

"Look at me," utos niya. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at what he was doing. His jaw was so tight I thought it would snap. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? Limang taon, Cali. Limang taon akong parang inutil. Pero ikaw... isang hawak mo lang, nababaliw na ako."

He didn't wait for an answer. Mabilis niyang binuksan ang kanyang belt at zipper. I saw the struggle, the desperation, and the raw power in his eyes. When he finally freed himself, I saw the proof of my effect on him. It was thick, pulsing, and ready to reclaim what was lost.

He positioned himself between my legs, his breathing ragged. "This is going to ruin us, Calixta. And I don't fucking care."

Sa isang malakas na baon, pinasok niya ang kahabaan niya sa loob ko.

I cried out, my nails digging into his broad shoulders. It was too much his cock was too big, too sudden, and too perfect. Napapikit ako sa sarap na humahalo sa hapdi. Zion groaned, a sound that came from the depths of his soul. He buried his face in my neck, his body shaking.

"Fuck... you're so tight... so warm..." he whispered, his voice breaking.

Nagsimula siyang gumalaw. At first, it was slow, as if he was savoring every inch of me. Every thrust was calculated, hitting the right spots that made my toes curl. Pero habang tumatagal, nawawala ang kontrol niya. Ang marahan na paggalaw ay naging mabilis, marahas, at puno ng gigil.

Ang tunog ng balat na nagtatama at ang ungol naming dalawa ang tanging naririnig sa tahimik na library.

"Say my name, Cali. Tell me who owns you right now," he growled, his thrusts becoming deeper and more frantic.

"Zion... ahh! Zion, please..." I moaned, my head tossing from side to side.

"I can't stop. I'm never going to stop," he panted, his sweat dripping onto my chest. "You're my medicine, Calixta. My fucking addiction. I’m going to make sure you never look at another man the way you look at me."

The tension inside me was building up like a storm. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every bit of his frustration and pleasure. Zion was relentless. He was like a man possessed, trying to make up for all the years he spent in the dark.

"I'm close, Zion... I'm close!" I screamed as the waves of pleasure started to crash over me.

He didn't slow down. Instead, he gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. With three final and powerful thrusts, he let out a husky roar that echoed through the penthouse. I felt the warmth of his release deep inside me, a searing heat that made my whole body vibrate in a climax that wouldn't end.

Napasandal siya sa akin, ang bigat ng kanyang katawan ay nakadagan sa akin habang pareho kaming naghahabol ng hininga. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the scent of sex and the weight of what just happened.

Dahan-dahan siyang kumalas, inayos ang sarili, pero hindi siya lumayo. He looked at me, he truly looked at me, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of something other than lust. It was fear.

Fear of how much power I now had over him.

"Go to the guest room and clean up," he said, his voice was back to being cold again, as if the fire from a few minutes ago never existed. "The driver will take you home at 5 AM. Don't be late for work, Miss Verana."

He turned his back on me, picking up his discarded whiskey glass. He was back to being the cold billionaire, but I knew better. I saw the way his hands were still trembling.

I stood up, fixed my dress, and looked at his broad back. "You can pretend all you want, Zion. But we both know... you can't survive without me anymore."

I walked out of the library without looking back, leaving him alone in the dark with his demons.

The hunt wasn't over. At sa katunayan, kakaumpisa pa lang.