His aura oozed menace and I couldn’t help but step back in fear. His gaze instantly darted to my retreating feet. Muscles along his jaw flicked angrily as he caught me widening distance between us. Goosebumps scattered along my arms when he brought his eyes back to mine. They were colder now, slightly disappointed, a lot angry. To my horror, he stepped forward. My heart beat a tattoo. I didn’t want him to come any closer. My instincts were yelling for him to stop but my mouth was sealed. I backed slowly away hoping he wouldn’t advance but he did. Our gaze remained locked together as he walked me backward and some more. Our little game went on for sometime until the murderer stalked over to me in one giant stride, erasing all distance between us in one swift motion. Right then, I had a mini heart attack. My eyes turned round and I gasped. I was tempted to shrink away but his unwavering gaze held me rigid in my spot. The stench of blood was nauseating as he stood impossibly closer,

“Who are you?” he asked, entranced. This time his eyes were desperately searching mine for an answer. "What?" I asked through my closing throat. An unease begin to spead across my insides. Has he found out already? My question pulled him from his trance. A soft smile swept across his face and he kissed both the apples of my cheek. His hard muscles were pressed firmly against my front. We were drenched but still warm. He had engulfed me from all sides. I closed my eyes and let him trail his lips all over my face. I was still basking in the afterglow of my release. "Did you enjoy my tongue inside your pussy?" he hummed against my skin. I blushed hard. He was so shameless. He inched away to look at me. “Answer your alpha,” he playfully bit down on my lip and stretched it outward. Zavion was on top of me, held up only by his elbows. I couldn't speak. "Shy, huh?" amusement twinkled in his eyes. My legs were still spread wide and he was settled betwene them. I dropped my gaze.

I really hoped this double date thing would not end up being a noose around my neck. Zavion is a bad news but Esme is nothing less. Something tells me that Esme is more than just a self-obsessed bitch. Something about her just don't feel right.I sighed a long sigh while fixing my hair. I don't know how long this was going to go. This one month felt like a lifetime. I wanted it to sweep by as quickly as possible but then again I didn't want to get to the other end of this month, knowing by then Zavion will become Esme's for eternity. The thought caused a mild ache to burn in the center of my chest. I ignored the sting and focused back on my reflection. I was wearing a thin strap black gown with a sweetheart neckline. The beginning of my cleavage was peeking out of the neckline. After getting ready, I decided to head out. And guess what instead of Ron I found Zavion in the living room. He was sitting alone on the couch, hunching over his phone as he scrolled through it. Dressed in blu

Like he promised, he spanked me forty times without an ounce of mercy. His every hit, more lethal than the last one. My asscheeks were burning lava by the time he got done with me. I had water leaking both from my eyes and my pussy. I moaned, whimpered, screamed as he spanked me over and over again without a pause. "Forty," I sniffled as he hit me for the last time. "You are forgetting something," he glided his palm over my ass. "Thank you for spanking me," I gritted out."So you liked it, huh? You like it so much that it made you wet. Your juices are soaking into my trouser," he rasped, gently caressing my ass and I burned in shame. How can someone be aroused by pain was beyond me. But I oculdn't help it. Pleasure was tightly braided into pain as he spanked me. I must be losing my mind for feeling this way. He chuckled and gave my ass a gentle slap, jiggling them. I hissed as I was too sensitive and too sore for a simple touch. Barely a moment passed when I heard a camera click

"I..I am fine," I replied with my eyes downcast. "Looks like you want more punishment," he remarked. My head shot up and I looked at him with wide eyes. No more punishments. I was already tired. I stepped forward and grudgingly lowered myself on his lap. "Now it was not that difficult, was it?" he stated and circled his arm around my waist, locking me in place. I scowled but didn't say anything. He upturned his plate and begin filling it up with all sort of cuisines. He cut the meat into pieces and peeled the shrimps. After he was done, he placed the plate in front of me. "Eat," he commanded. I cast him a look over my shoulder and opened my mouth to tell him that I wasn't hungry, even though I was. I had barely eaten anything eralier due to all the restlessness I was feeling and then Ron also left. "Don't bother lying. I know you are hungry," he called me out before I could even speak. I decided not to push my luck and grabbed the fork. I pierced into a piece with my fork. "Are