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to let Zayn look at her more. When she sensed his aura was getting closer and closer to her, her heartbeat quickened. As long as he drank the glass of red wine on the table and the scented candle took effect, he would lose control! He didn't kiss her as expected but spoke coldly."Don't do this again in the future. Spend more energy on other things." Danica suddenly opened her eyes and blushed. After thinking for a moment, she leaned towards him and whispered."Zayn … let's give birth to another child to accompany Jordan, OK?"She leaned against his shoulder affectionately, entangling him like a snake. She raised her hand and inadvertently lifted his sleeve. She was stunned when she saw the to

Chino rubs his eyes and looks at me with a confused face. "What are you doing here, Zie? It's too early, can't you control your libido and sleep until morning?" Chino said, obviously annoyed with me and for some reason, I felt a sudden pain, it feels like someone is clenching my heart trying to stop it from beating. I suddenly thought that if I told my mom to control her libido and sleep in her fucking room, would she stop and leave me in my room? I don't think so, if only it's that simple as saying fuck off.

💯Warning : This chapter is not for weak hearted people since it has bondage, and other content, if you can't handle it, just skip it, later don't blame or curse me if it is too much, it is my first time as well trying something like this, if there's something I need to improve, just tell me, let's improve together and let's be respectful to each other, my dear sweet readers.💯 ••ZAYN’S POV••

I'd lost count of the number of times he'd get so maddened by either my silence or continued retorts that he'd wrap his fingers around my neck, his grip growing tighter with a crazed look in his eyes the more I struggled and sometimes until I pass out and woke up to his absence and pain in my lower region which could only mean he'd had his way with me while unconscious. Zane wasn't just a monster, he was a psychopathic beast that no punishment on earth would be enough for him. He needed to be burnt alive and then continue to burn in hell, where he belongs, for all of eternity. And if I wasn't aware of it before, I got even more cognizant of the reason why Zane had made sure to make my life a

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“As much as you resist it, you need all of us.” Finn’s arms folded across his chest, that lazy grin replaced with something sharper. “Mine too,” he said, voice low, teasing but dangerous. “Don’t forget that.” Gunner stepped forward, dark and dangerous. “You don’t run from what you are, Zorya. And you don’t run from me.” Kai simply watched, silent, calculating, wolf snarling faintly in his mind as he analyzed every movement, every breath I took. “Control is an illusion,” he said softly. “But you… you are all chaos waiting to be ordered.”

My legs pressed together in a futile attempt to control the heat pooling between them. Maybe I didn’t need to read all of his thoughts. “You see now?” Zain’s voice was husky, thick with amusement as he walked toward me, his every step slow, predatory. “If I gave you access to my thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to function.” I swallowed hard, gripping the sheets beneath me as I fought to regain control of myself. “That’s—” I cleared my throat, but my voice still came out breathy. “That’s unfair.”

Oh god. "It started with touches," Zane continued, his voice getting rougher. "Then more. Then everything. And by the time I was sixteen and she finally stopped because I'd gotten too old for her tastes, this—" he gestured around the room, "—all of this had become part of me. The need to control. The need to dominate. The need to make someone submit because I'd been forced to submit for so long." Tears were burning in my eyes but I didn't let them fall, didn't want him to think I was pitying him.

Almost like he was trying to see through to me. My heart thumped, my skin felt tight. And I feared he could see that. “You’re not getting your leg tied this time,” Zane said, his voice firm. My lips parted, ready to tell him it was fine. But Zane’s fingers shot up, his index fingers pressed gently against my lips. An electric jolted through me. One too hot for such a faint touch. “I’m the one controlling the pace,” Zane said, “but we are going to try something else.”

His touch grounds me, but the novel’s pull looms, a shadow I can’t shake. I squeeze his hand, honest. “I don’t feel threatened, Kaelen. You’re different...obsessed, not betraying. My being here, in Cillian’s body, it’s the variable the story can’t control. I’ve derailed plots: the Guild, your rivalry, Zane’s loyalty.” Zane shifts, amber eyes sharp, possessive edge surfacing. “Doesn’t matter,” he snaps, glaring at Kaelen. “Novel or not, I’ll watch you like a hawk. If it wants its ‘original plot,’ you’re a threat.”