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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2: Possessive Thoughts

ZANE:

A scent of strawberries and musk fills the air when the varnished door opens. The dress fit her like a glove, highlighting every curve. There's that white thigh, and those long black stilettos on her legs. It is as if her pale skin is like milk and her eyes are like two drops of seawater.

It is the first time I have seen such a blue eye color. There is a growl in my throat that I have restrained. The scenes play in my head of her half-naked and her pale, tender body twisting under my grip on her long neck. I sipped whiskey and let the brown liquid sober me up.

I think I've found my new obsession. Now she's mine and mine alone, even though she doesn't know it yet. "Hey Alisa, this is Zane Star. One of my oldest friends!" Archibald said with a smile, the old man made a mistake and thought we were old friends. I was his shark and he was my debtor, but he wouldn't want his niece and wife to know. After clearing my throat, I grinned so hard, looking his niece straight in the eye, so she realizes how much she is actually forcing me to sin.

She trembles a little, her veins cool when I touch her hand. I kissed her hand gently, absorbing and inhaling those strawberries on her skin. God, give me the strength not to devour her. It's masochistic, I know, but my psyche can't deal with it normally. She looked like a scared deer, like she was frightened of death and it turned me on.

In the midst of drinking, Archibald picked up his glass. He wanted to drink to who knows what, and I followed suit. I applied the most shiny mask I could to my face and grinned with confidence as he sat in the armchairs across from me. In the dim light of the room, Alisa's milky white thighs shine through as her legs are crossed and her hands are clasped together.

Lord, why did you create such a goddess? In the evening, Archibald tells drunken stories. His wife laughs forcibly and it is clear that her brown freckles are tightened and stretched on her face as a result of her forced laughter. Alisa suddenly stands up, sets her dress edges and smiles. My spit caught up in my throat when I saw that she had two cute dimples on her cheeks. What the hell is with this woman's perfections?Where are thez coming from?

There's no doubt in my mind that there will be a camera watching her bedroom tonight.

It was hard not to see Alice's desire to get out of here if you could see it in her eyes and in her movements. And I don't blame her. This isn't the place for such perfection surrounded by Cuban cigars and alcohol. She should be chained to my room, half naked and wearing a cute kitten costume, under a glass bell.

"I apologize, aunt and uncle, gentlemen!" Her voice is as thin as fleece paper as if singing in a low tonality. "I'm going to get some air, don't mind me!" I wonder if she's so quiet and gentle in bed while I fuck her until she's unconscious. "Please continue and do not pay attention to me!" She said shyly, and in small steps, as if she was running away, she left the room.

You just run, little butterfly, and sooner or later you'll fly into my light.

"She has gone crazy, she forgot her coat, she will freeze!" Her aunt said panically, and before the lazy servant by the door could take it from her hand to bring it to her, I grabbed it first. "Lady, allow me to take it to Miss Alise!" She's foolish if she falls for this. "Oh sweet little boy, yes yes, thank you so much!" As I said, what all women will fall for this shit.

As I step out onto the balcony, the frigid air got me so hard , sending a shiver down my spine. Clutching my to my leather jacket tightly around me,I caught sight of her standing there, a vision of beauty that seemed to defy the chill of the night. Alisa, with cascading, vibrant red hair stands by herself on a balcony, wrapped in a dress that flutters slightly in the chilly December breeze. The cold air nips at her skin, but she seems lost in thought, gazing out at the winter landscape, her fiery locks contrasting beautifully against the muted tones of the season.

But my eyes caught something. Delicate pink scars were all over her left arm. You can fuck me if any of these people even touched her; I will cut their hands off and serve them to her for dinner. If it's someone else, it's better that person is dead, or I will kill them a slow, painful death that will make them pray to be dead.

I approached her and draped her black coat over her shoulders. Her body trembled so much that it cut through me for a moment. Her electric blue-gray eyes widened in disbelief, and her body curled up like a puppy expecting a beating from its master. "Whoever it is, I will make them suffer!" Furious, I turned on my heel and left the balcony, better than letting her see me like this; judging by her reaction, it would have given her a heart attack. Someone will pay for her scars, soon.

It wasn't until I had gotten halfway down the stairs when a cold hand grabbed my neck and dragged me into the room. I turned around abruptly and became aware of the electric blue gray eyes staring back at me. "Listen to me well! Despite how strong you think you are, you are sorely mistaken! I've already held a knife to someone's throat once and I can do it again!" She let me go, pushed me more precisely. In that moment, I thought a big, venomus viper itself knocked me against the wall and it made me even more horny.

This girl will be the death of me.

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