A Beautiful kind of Cruelty

ZAYLAThe bathroom was an extension of the suite's luxury, sleek black marble, gold fixtures, and a sink wide enough for two. I stared at Zane briefly as we stood in front of the mirror, the usual warm glint in his eyes had returned, but wrapped with something darker, hooded even and indescribable. He hasn't said a word since we walked in here, which was very unlike Zane. But I shrugged and turned on the water faucet. Steam fogged the mirror as the warm water rushed out, the sound drowning out the pounding in my chest. He came behind me, close enough that I felt the heat radiating off him. It was just us. Him and me. In this spacious bathroom, yet his presence found a way to fill the whole space, making it feel small, Intimate even. Fighting the heat growing inside me, I turned and took his hands. I guided them under the steam, watching the water turn pink as it washed away the dried blood. Matteo's blood. Yes. Matteo's blood. "Zane," I muttered low, my voice breathy as I pumped so

Bare for me

ZAYLAZane was fire and sin tangled together, the type that didn't just burn, it consumed. His mouth, his hands, the way he touched me set my entire nerves alight. It burned me till I was nothing but an erupting volcano, yet needing him even more. I was too far gone. So deep and drowning in the heat and want, until a sudden knock came at the door. The sound cut through us like a blade and then, reality slammed back into place. His brothers were right outside that door. He hissed, but didn't stop. Instead, his kiss turned more urgent. It was either Zarek or Ziven on the door, which should even make me more eager to break the kiss. But I didn't. I couldn't. My hands pressed against the walls of muscles on his chest, to stop him, instead they turned limp. I moaned against his mouth and he swallowed, his tongue licking the depth of my mouth. "Zane..." I moaned as he slowly broke the kiss to press his forehead against mine."Shhh," he murmured against my lips, and sucked in my lower l

Attention seeker

ZAYLA I was left with Ziven, again. I hadn't even turned towards him, but I could feel his gaze on me. I slowly turned to meet his gaze, and our eyes locked. Dark and scrutinizing. I was momentarily stilled by the hot rush of memory that instantly filled my head. The reason he'd cornered me in that hallway. Would he do it again? I...I... mean, corner me, finger me and deny my release, again?? He already knew I made out with Zane this time. Though he didn't see it himself, Zane and Zarek made it so obvious. He hadn't said a word, and his eyes gave nothing he was thinking away. Neither did his expression. Whatever it was he was thinking, I had no idea. I wasn't going to stand and watch him forever. It wasn't a staring competition. But I knew Ziven, and I knew he wasn't going to say a word if I didn't. That's how reluctant he is. I broke the eye contact and turned around to return to the sofa where I sat before. I wasn't even seated yet, when he finally spoke, his words catching me

The Best Part

ZAYLA The rest of the drive remained heated, with Ziven taking several daring glance at me, jaw tight, like he was waiting for me to pull another stunt. Fucking Grumpy. As soon as the car stopped, he killed the engine and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out with him. "Why are you so scared i'd run away?" I asked, trying to tug free.He didn’t answer. Just kept walking, his grip firm, as he dragged me along the dimly lit path to the house.I huffed. About to give up on getting any answer, then his voice came. "Scared you'd run away?""Yes." He sighed. "I didn't think you'd asked that again, after what happened few hours ago." I tried so hard to pull my mind from tapping into the memory, but I did. Goosebumps exploded all over my skin, followed by my quickened breath. His grip around my wrist tightened, then the sound of the door unlocking. "Hey," he said softly, "It would never happen again, okay?"I nodded. It was pure darkness as we stepped into the room. I glanced at Ziven, e

Just feel him

ZAYLAJust immediately, the air in the room suddenly shifted. Zane’s eyes darkened, that familiar warm honey turning into something molten and hungry. He leaned in, his hand still cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip like he was testing how far I’d let him go.Ziven didn't move at first. His jaw was locked so tight I could see his muscles jumping. The jealousy from the car ride was still burning in his gaze, raw and barely contained. Zane’s fingers slid down my neck and gently wrapped around the bruises Matteo had left. Just then, Ziven's control cracked, just a flicker.“Not too tight,” Zane murmured against my mouth, his voice low and soothing. “Just enough so you feel us instead of him.”Ziven made a rough sound in his throat. “This is fucked up.”Zane didn’t look away from me. “She said yes. You gonna stand there and watch, or are you going to help me make her forget?”Ziven’s eyes flicked to me. It was dark, conflicted, and hungry. Then he cursed under his breath an

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A Beautiful kind of Cruelty

Bare for me

Attention seeker

The Best Part

Just feel him