Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Sinful Pleasure : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Author's point of view “I won’t continue until you agree to play the game,” Zerina declared firmly, her arms still folded across her chest like a tiny general giving orders to her king.Her lips formed the cutest pout that would have made anyone else laugh, but not Lysander. He blinked, completely caught off guard by her defiance. His brows twitched as he tilted his head slightly, watching her.She wasn’t joking. That pout was real. That fire in her eyes was also real.The small, stubborn woman before him was refusing to obey his command over something as silly as a game. Lysander’s eyes narrowed slowly, his silence weighing heavy in the room. The temperature seemed to drop, yet Zerina stood her ground, glaring right back at him. What the...She tilted her head, her tone teasing. “Why don’t you want to play? Don’t tell me you’re bad at it? Is that it? I promise it will be fun and I wouldn't mock you if you really suck at it. Pretty please!”His gaze darkened slightly. But Zerina was

Author's point of view The hot water hit Lysander's back in steady waves. He didn't flinch. He simply watched, silent, as the droplets fell from his hair and slid across the hard lines of his jaw, washing away every trace of the kill. His wolf purred inside him, satisfied. But Lysander felt nothing... Only quiet. The kind of cold quiet that always followed a kill. He reached for the towel, dragging it slowly across his broad shoulders, his muscles were still tight, still buzzing faintly with leftover adrenaline. Killing helped. It always did. It was the only thing that silenced the storm that lived inside him. Just as he wrapped the towel around his waist, a knock echoed through the door. Lysander inhaled deeply. It was the butler. His wolf recognized the butler's scent. "Enter," Lysander commanded. The door opened with a soft creak and Mr. Wilson stepped inside with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. Even without looking up, the man carried respect in e

Zerina's point of view My face turned red. It wasn't just a flush or a shy little warmth. No.. my whole face heated up as a memory from the last four to five days struck me like lightning. The memory of the first time we met. That moment when I threw myself at him without thinking. I had straddled him then too. AWKWARDLY. EMBARRASSINGLY. I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. I still don't know how I survived the shame of that day. And now here I was again, in the same position, except this time he was asking me to do it. Did he.. did he like it the first time? Did he think I looked ridiculous? Or... No, no, Zerina. Don't.. don't think about it.. Stop. Stop overthinking. That was in the past, this is the present. I swallowed hard and slowly sat up on my knees. I lifted one leg, sliding it carefully over his torso, placing it on the other side of him. My breath caught as I settled gently, straddling him exactly the way my memory showed me I had done that first day.

Author's point of view A while earlier, back in the bathroom, Zerina stood in front of the sink with her phone clutched tightly to her sweaty palms. Her heart was racing, her eyes jumping over the glowing screen as she reread the single line she managed to see before running back out: (It's pretty simple.. just keep an eye down there. If there's a change or a bulge, then he's definitely feeling good.) She didn't read any further. Just that small answer was all she needed. And now.. thankfully, she could clearly see it. The change. The bulge. So it was true.. what she browsed didn't lie. Lysander on the other hand was shocked as hell. He had made sure that he didn't show any reaction, even if her massage felt extremely good. Actually, he had never felt this relaxed in a long long while which was why he had already made up his mind to agree with her request. This wife deserved a reward for doing her job well and he didn't react to her touches because he wanted it to last longer.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENTS WILL BE SEEN IN THIS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT ADVISABLE THAT YOUNG READERS READ THIS. ENJOY.Author's point of view "What do..." Before she could even say anything, Lysander put her hand on his bulge. A series of emotions rushed through Zerina's heart. She was shocked, bewildered, mortified but something else stirred within her— curiosity.Her gaze drifted downward, settling in the front of the man's trousers. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands hovered for a moment before pressing lightly against the big beast. The warmth she felt there surprised her. It slipped through the fabric like there was a hidden ember burning there. She poked gently with her fingertip, right at the center. The beast jumped, a twitch that made her gasp softly. "I understand that this is your first time coming in contact with a dic.. I mean this sort of creature. It would be best if you use this time to get to know this little beast, to familiarize yourself with it. I see you're curious, Z