LOGIN“After this, even if you run to the deepest hell, I will find you.” Zachary said looking at her naked body under him.
This bed looked specially alluring tonight because of the woman at the center of it. She was looking at him with her wet green eyes. Her chest moved, up and down, as she was panting from all their kiss.
“You are mine.” He said it again. “You are mine, Elena.”
Elena, the poor young woman, was finally got into the devil’s trap. She may not realize it yet, but all this time, he was the one that arranged things to be done, so that she would be stick around him every time he pleased.
His obsession towards her grew to the point he wanted to lock her to himself.
While she, his prey, still lost in her mind, thinking that he might be only wanna toy with her. Did everything he wanted to do as a normal man to a woman when he can’t do it to anyone before.
Her heart hurt when she imagined he will dump her when he grew tire of her and finally found other woman when he is cure from that strange illness.
He noticed she was lost with her thoughts and he didn’t like it when something else caught her attention other than him.
He opened her legs wide and buried her face between her legs.
“Ah! Ohh….” She grabbed the sheets tightly, her other hand tried to push away his head but he pinned it on the bed beside her.
“You are so sweet…” He licked her sensitive bud before shove his tongue into her tight, warm hole. He done it a couple of times before this to her, but he never get tired of her taste. Otherwise, he became more addicted to her juice.
The slurping sound filled the luxury bedroom. A woman’s soft moans mixed with a man’s groan only adding to how passionate their hot session was.
“Oh… no, please… there!”
“Hmm..”
The tip of his tongue moved faster when it’s with her erect clit, and slower when it’s on her dripping hole. He licked her, then sucked vigorously.
She covered her mouth but it didn’t help her loud screaming when she came.
When he felt she was ready. He took position between her legs. Elena was actually still on the nine cloud, her leg shaking and her eyes half close. But when she felt his hardened touching her down there, her eyes shot open.
“W-Wait! Wait!” She hold his lower stomach from moving closer. She was still so sensitive, it made her shivered in uncontrollably. Moreover, she remembered how big it was when the first time he showed it to her.
“No going back, baby.” She pinned both her hands with one hand, over her head. Caught her lips, kissing her and sucking her tongue, before rubbing his penis head all the way between her lips down there.
“Nnghh…” She panted, became even nervous and scared as she looked at him down there.
“W-Wait! Why it looks bigger than before?” She felt like she was going to cry, even though she was already did from all the climax she had.
It was so big, she doubt It could fit her.
“It will fit, don’t worry.” He said gently, kissing her eyes and started to push until his head entered her wet, warm hole.
“Ugh.. why are you so tight…”
“Slowly.. please slowly…” She shut her eyes tightly as he pushed deeper.
He kissed her cheeks and her lips, assuring her that it would be fine. He knew it would be really hurt for her as it was her first time, and this also made him even more please. As he would be her first and of course the last.
He would kill every single man even when they only think about her like this.
“Ahh.. Hurt… It’s hurt…” She wince. Zachary stopped and this made her relief.
Finally, she thought, it’s finally in.
But oh boy, how wrong she was.
“Breath, baby, I’m not fully in.” She felt like she was sucked he in so tightly made him almost breathless.
“What?! N-No… Ughh… aah!!” She tried to break free but of course it was a fail attempt.
When she finally relax, he kissed her, divert her attention for a moment, and pushed his long, big cock into her in one thrust. He groaned in pain and pleasure as she cried between their kiss as he ripped in through her. .
He licked her tears and waited for her to calm down.
“Shh… Don’t scream, I’ll be gentle.” He whispered to her ears and licked her earlobe. He began to move slowly, pulled out a little and pushed back in.
“Nghh…” Her moan back when the pain almost gone, change with the pleasure.
“Fuck, don’t suck me that tight, baby.” He groaned and grabbed her legs, opened it wider as he kept thrusting into her.
And he only stop when she passed out out of exhaustion.
Zachary Dawson sat on the bed next to Elena’s naked body that he already clean with a warm cloth from the bathroom. He caressed her head. Put away some strand of hair from her beautiful face.
She looked like an angel. A messy, sexy angel. And he would be the only one that had the chance to see her in a state like this.
Looking at her face, he remembered how they met a few months ago. The first time he saw her in front of the florist where she used to work.
“Oh, my! Are you okay?!”
He was standing in front of a small florist, waiting for his car to arrive, sighing, thinking it must be another woman that tried to catch his attention, or only checking if it’s really him, Zachary Dawson himself.
He silently clicked his tongue and turned his head slowly, following the direction of the afternoon wind that blew gently on his face. He hates it when woman stand too close, it made him felt sick to his stomach.
His movements were not rushed, he turned his head to the side and thought he didn't see anyone if he didn't look down.The woman who was now looking at him with a confused and worried face had bright green eyes, just like a field of green grass that was calmly blown by the wind.
“Sir?” She called him again and his gaze shifted to her rosy red lips. Zachary was sure she didn’t wear too much makeup like he often saw on those women who often approached him to get his attention.
But it's so strange, she even more beautiful than those women. Who is she? She never met her before.
“You’re bleeding! A lot!” She stepped back while pointing his hand and shirt which were indeed stained with fresh blood.
Well, it wasn't his, of course. He wouldn’t hurt that easy.
But Zachary deliberately stepped closer slowly towards her. He thought she would run away in fear, but to his surprise, she took out a clean handkerchief from her stained apron pocket. She handed it over and even pressed it on his hand.
Her movements were so gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him more. Zachary just kept quiet, letting her did whatever she want, even accepted the handkerchief, when he was really not hurt at all.
“You better go to the hospital immediately, sir.”
She said it in a casual tone. The girl's concern was nothing more than sympathy for the poor stranger she met in front of her workplace.
But the sincerity in her eyes made Zachary unable to look away.
“I’ll be back inside sir, you can come in if you need help, I’ll call my colleague to help you,” She said with an awkward smile and rushed back to the shop.
It was the first time he felt like laughing at himself.
Was he just stunned to see a young women out of nowhere? She was clearly just nobody but his heart beat felt like it’s beating faster than when he encounter something dangerous.
Elena sighed as she looked at the beautiful shimmering ocean.The wind blew her hair. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The sea breeze that once cleared her thoughts, the waves that once soothed her, now made her feel suffocated.Not without reason, but these days, she couldn’t even step out of the villa like she used to.Zachary forbid her to go out without him.She couldn’t even go to the beach, the private beach just under the cliff.He tightened the security. More and more big men in suits guarded the place, until Elena felt like she was trapped in a prison.A luxury prison.It had been two months since they stayed here. Not that Elena had started to hate this place. The villa, the island, everything was beautiful.But what was the point when she couldn’t enjoy it?And Zachary was absent most of the time. She barely saw him. Even these days, at night, she couldn’t feel his presence beside her on the bed.Elena knew.He was keeping his words.He had promised to build a sa
The sun on the island rose slow and heavy, spilling gold across the sea like melted metal. Zachary’s villa, his private fortress carved into the cliff, was wrapped in the quiet hush of early morning. The world outside was waking, but inside their bedroom, time felt suspended.Elena blinked awake first.Her cheek rested on Zachary’s bare chest, her fingers curled lightly at the place where his heartbeat thumped, slow and steady, like the pulse of the earth. He had fallen asleep holding her, practically wrapped around her, one arm over her waist, the other beneath her pillow, his leg thrown protectively across hers.She had nowhere to go, and he made sure of it.Slowly, she lifted her head, noticing the faint lines on his face. He looked… peaceful. Softer. Younger. But even asleep, he held her like someone terrified of losing her.She brushed her fingers lightly along his jaw and Zachary’s eyes opened immediately.Not groggy. Not confused. Just awake, alert, and solely focused on her.“
The doctor’s footsteps faded down the corridor, swallowed slowly by the vast silence of the villa.A silence that didn’t feel empty anymore.It felt alive, vibrating, shifting.Elena’s breath trembled in her chest as Zachary stayed kneeling before her, his forehead still hovering against her stomach as if he were afraid to lift his eyes and wake from a fragile dream.Or a nightmare. She couldn’t tell which.“Zachary…” she whispered.His hands tightened on her hips, not painfully, just enough to still her breath.“Say it again,” he murmured, voice barely holding itself together. “Please.”Her heart fluttered painfully. She'd never heard him ask for anything so sincerely. Never heard him plead in that weak tone. “I’m… pregnant.”His breath ripped out of him in one violent exhale. A sound too raw, too broken, too full. He didn’t move for several seconds.Not a word. Not a breath.Just silence strangling him and the tremor under his palms.Then...He kissed her stomach.Not softly.Not s
Elena had never heard silence roar before, she even let out the air from her little by little, afraid that her own breath bothered the silence. But in the master bedroom in the villa on the edge of the cliff, the quiet was deafening. It pressed against her ribs, crawled up her throat, and settled like a stone behind her heartbeat.The villa was too quiet.Too… empty.Elena’s eyes drifted to the hallway beyond the open door. “Zachary… the workers. Why is the house so...”“Don’t,” he said softly, but with that dangerous finality she knew well.She swallowed. Her voice came thin. “Are they…?”He didn’t look away. “Yes.”A cold ripple ran through her spine.All the villa workers. Gone. Because Henry reached her. Because Zachary failed once... once, to predict a threat.She gripped her arms. “They didn’t deserve it...”“They allowed a breach.” His tone was low, controlled. “Their lives were paid by the wrong hands, not mine. Henry killed them. I ended Henry.”She stared at him.It wasn’t
The villa had never felt so quiet.Not even the silence after Zachary’s violent nights matched this one. A silence that wrapped the walls like a held breath, heavy and trembling. The moment they crossed the threshold, Elena felt the weight of everything she hadn’t processed pressing in on her.Zachary didn’t let her walk.Not inside.Not even across the creamy marble floors.He held her as if she would disappear the moment he loosened his grip.“Elena, careful,” he murmured, guiding her closer to his chest when she shifted. “Lean on me. Don’t try to move.”Her voice was small, raw. “I’m okay… really.” Her cheeks went red. “No,” he whispered, tightening his hold. “Not after what happened. Not after what almost happened.”His words cracked on the edges, but his steps stayed steady as he carried her straight to the master bedroom, the one he’d never allowed anyone else to enter. Not even servants.He laid her on the bed carefully, like she was something sacred. Or breakable.Elena’s fi
The world didn’t fall silent.It collapsed.One moment Elena was bracing for the gunshot from Henry’s shaking hands. She felt the burn of the cold muzzle against her skin, and heard Zachary’s voice low enough to freeze the world.It happened in a flash. The sound of a loud crack followed by a body hitting the floor.Henry slid down like a puppet with its strings cut, eyes still wide with the last fragment of obsession he’d ever feel.Blood pooled beneath him, blooming slowly like a dark, wilting flower.Elena froze on her feet, eyes widened stared at him.Her heartbeat thudded once, twice, then stopped. She didn’t scream, didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Something inside her simply… went still.Henry was dead.The boy who gave her ice cream.The boy who held her hand behind the chapel.The boy who promised to protect her.The boy who destroyed every home she ever tried to belong to.The one and only person she thought was her only 'best-friend'. Gone.Her knees buckled. But Zachary caugh







