All Chapters of His Sinful Pleasure : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zerina's POVPlease, go faster, I'm coming….Oh fucking god!! Ohhh!!" I heard all sorts of sounds coming from my boyfriend's room. The eerie calm in his sitting room was all wrong. His car was parked outside and the door to the house wasn't locked. The clothes that were scattered around were wrong too. As I climbed up the stairs, the sound kept getting clearer and more audible. "Yes, babe. Turn that massive hips and bounce on me. Yes!!" That wasn't my boyfriend's voice, right? Am I in the right house? My sweating hands held onto the bottle of wine I brought to congratulate him for finally getting to be the CEO of his father's company. I heard another moan from that same female voice. It was higher and needier. My heart dropped when I reached his room. On the entrance to his room, I saw a sexy lacy red panties. I didn't want to look up, and when I did my tears threatened to fall. There they were enjoying pleasure. The blond bitch was on her knees. She was sucking his cock like she wa

Zerina’s POV "Only the ones who stare at me like they want to eat me alive," I fired back, defiantly without breathing. His lips curved into a smirk. "I do want to eat you alive, little one" "I'm not little," I shot back but my stomach flipped, my thighs tightened and I hated how fast I was unravelling. I wanted to say something again, but he moved fast. His hands on my waist tightened, the other slid behind my neck. He inhaled my scent which was so surprising to me. But before I could ask him why he did that, his mouth crashed into mine, hot, demanding and possessive. Blood shot up to my brain and I felt so light headed. It was the best kiss I have ever gotten. I gasped and he swallowed the sound. His tongue claimed mine , like he had every right and the worst part? I let him. I kissed him back like I needed it. I wasn't a good kisser. Dave always made sure to tell me and I always tried to ignore the disgust he always had on his face. But here with this stranger, I didn't c

Zerina's POV Don threw me into the room like I was a sack of potatoes. A disgusting one at that. My body hit the cold hard floor. I watched him walk out . I crawled fast in the dirt towards the door. "Please, don't close the door. I don't like the dark." But before I could reach him, the door slammed in my face. I whimpered, staring off in the dark. The room was small and suffocating. No windows, no light. Four solid walls that caged me in. It was a place of unimaginable terror. Where darkness and terror consumed me whole. I moved to a small corner of the room, pulling my knees to my chest and breathed. Shallow, shaky breaths. My tears could've filled a big bucket. The walls seemed to close in on me making the space feel suffocatingly small. I shivered uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. The air was thick with the stench of decay and rot. I was fourteen when I was first brought into this room. Clarissa and Bianca took turns in whipping me to their heart contents. Bloo

Zerina's POVAs I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I'm met with a stranger's gaze. My eyes are red-rimmed from crying, my face gaunt and my skin sallow. I'm a pitiful sight. A shadow of my former self. My golden hair is no longer as bright and beautiful as it has always been. It's an ugly kind of dull gold. I'm ashamed of the state I'm in, ashamed of the dirt and grime that clings to my skin. My phone rings somewhere around my room. Weakly, I turned to pick my dirty purse from the floor and fished for my phone. The call dial read. Shea. A dull, but happy smile appeared on my lips. My best friend. I answered the call and put my phone to my ear. There came Shea's voice. Loud and bubbly. "Hi, Zerina. Will you die if you'd just pick up your phone and call me? It's been a week now. No calls, no text. No smiley face emojis to show that you care about me. Or am I not important to you anymore?" I can feel her pouting, lying on her bed or sitting on her couch with hot coffee and a

'A heart bound by duty is heavy with sorrow.'Zerina's POVI burst into my room after dinner, slamming the door shut behind me. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto the bed, my body wracked with sobs. I cried out to the universe, my voice shaking with desperation. "Why was I even created if my life is supposed to be this miserable? What did I do to make life suck this much?" I lay there, my small frame trembling with each ragged breath. My fists were clenched into the bedding, and the room was silent except for my anguished cries and the soft rustle of the bed sheet. Still in tears, I reached out blindly for my phone. My fingers trembled as I typed very fast into the keyboard. Lysander Slade.I was shaking so much when the search results loaded. I just pray it wasn't the same man. 'Three wives married by a man, all die after the wedding night.'‘For the past five years, he is rumored to have married three wives with each of them passing away after their marriage night. T