Zane:
The kitchen was dimly lit, the evening shadows stretching across the walls. I leaned against the doorway, my damn heart poundin as I took in the sight of her. Alisa stood there, almost naked in nothing but an oversized T-shirt that fell just above her thighs, the fabric slightly rumpled and inviting. It barely concealed the curves, those milky tights I had been dreaming about, and every inch of me wanted to fuck her so bad.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, and my breath hitched. The playful challenge in her eyes turning me on not nowing she is doing something dangerous as she turned to face me, a smile playing on her lips as if she knew the effect she had on me,fuck. But beneath that playful exterior, she was aching for me in some way. Danger about me turned her on, I knew that.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she teased, a hint of mischief in her voice.
"Because you're fucking stunning," I replied, my voice low and gravelly. I was fucking honnest with my words, thickening the air. She blushed and looked down, and in that moment,I felt an uncontrollable urge rip appart the space between them.
Without a second thought, I pushed off the doorframe and approached her, each step making my friend pulse in my pants. I reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the simple gesture sending shivers down her spine as I notice her shake a little. She leaned into my touch, and that was all the encouragement I needed.
I met her gaze, my eyes searching hers but not for permission I don't need that anyway, but all I saw was a wild spark of horny feelings mirroring my own. I leaned in closer, my heart racing as I captured her lips in a rough kiss. It was desperate, fueled by the fire inside me that had been smoldering for too long. Her mouth was soft against mine, a perfect fit, and I felt her melt into me.
Fuck me!
My hand found her way to her neck, fingers wrapping around gently but possessively, because I wanted to claim her completely. She gasped against me, a sound that sent electricity coursing through my veins. I deepened the kiss, my tongue dancing with hers, exploring her softness, tasting the sweetness I craved.
Time seemed to stand still in that kitchen, the world outside fading into oblivion. With renewed fervor, I trailed my hand down her body, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric. I paused at the hem of the shirt, hesitating just long enough for her to catch her breath.
"Zane," she breathed, her voice thick with need, urging me forward.
With a swift motion, I lifted the shirt, dragging it over her head and tossing it aside, revealing her completely. She stood there, naked and beautiful, and I couldn't help but admire how the softness of her body contrasted with the intensity of this fucking moment.
I usually torture girls, slap them, push then, rip their clothes off and then bent them over and fuck them hard. But her? Jesus, she made me both rough and gentle at the same time.
My hands traveled down her sides, fingers brushing against her hips as I pulled her closer, forcing her to feel HOW HARD i AM RIGHT NOW.
My body moved instinctively, and I cupped her between her legs, feeling the warmth radiating from her. She gasped, her eyes widening as a shudder rippled through her. The sound was intoxicating, and it drove me further into a frenzy of need.
"Let go, baby girl," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear, whispering sweet promises. "Just feel."
I pressed against her, my thumb pressing firmly against her. The way she cried out in bliss—I could hardly contain myself. Her body tensed and arched against me, responding to my touch like a melody while her pussy was pulsing agains my tumb, juices everywhere.
I felt her trembling, her body guiding my movements, begging for more.
As her pleasure overwhelmed her, the moment stretched on, the intensity of their connection pushing her to the brink. I kept kissing her, claiming her in a way she will never forget.
****
Sitting in the kitchen, I watched Alisa stand there, dressed in the oversized T-shirt that barely concealed the beauty I had just consumbed a bit. The mix of confusion and fear in her eyes tugged at something deep within me. She had no idea how dangerous this world could be, and it terrified her. It terrified me, too, but I wasn't about to let her know that.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, her voice trembling the slightest bit, as if she were still processing everything I did to her.
"Because I claimed you," I said, letting those words hang in the air. "No one can have you but me. I swear, if anyone even thinks about touching you, I'll kill them."
I didn't say it lightly. I meant every word. I'd seen the horrors this life, and I refused to let her get trapped in it. But the surprise and fear that washed over her face revealed how absurd my claim must have sounded,but fuck that.
"Zanr, that's..." she began, her disbelief mixing with the tension.
"No," I cut her off, my voice firm. "It's not a fucking discussion. You're mine. Only mine."
For a moment, I thought I saw her shoulders sag under the weight of acceptance. But then, she steeled herself, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You can't just claim me like some kind of object!"
The fire within her was intoxicating. "And what do you think this is? A game?" I shot back, feeling a mix of admiration and frustration welling up inside me. "Alisa, this world is dangerous! You need to understand that."
"You don't get to dictate my life!" she insisted, stepping back, fists balled at her sides.
I wanted to lash out, but it wouldn't help either of us. Instead, I took a step forward grabbig her neck not rough but scary enough for her "Fine. But I'm not letting you walk around like a target. Get ready; we're going out."
"To where?" she challenged, crossing her arms defiantly agan like she is asking to be tortured by me but I didn't have time to explain.
"To show you the monsters of the world. And how they are compare to me,like you call me from time to time," I replied, her eyes bulging out as she looked at me both terrified and angry.
As we prepared to leave, I picked a fitted dress that hugged her curves perfectly just for her—as if it were made for her. When she looked in the mirror, the anger remained, but there was also a flicker of vulnerability, and just a hint of curiosity.
"Zane, you can't make me pretend everything is fine," she complained, her brows furrowing.
"It's not about pretending," I urged, my tone softening. "You tell me I can't do something that I am a monster and arrogant,now you will see what I see!"
*******
As we entered the club, the air thickened with the pulse of bass and the energy of bodies moving to the beat. I could see the way she hesitated at the door, taking in the chaotic atmosphere. She was scared. And I knew she had every reason to be.
But I needed her to understand—some monsters wore masks; they blended into the night like shadows. And the biggest threat was standing at the bar, surveying the room like a king on his throne—Lucas Demark, the mob boss I had been tracking. He glanced toward us, his interest winging toward Alisa with an unsettling intensity.
"Who's the girl?" he murmured to his companion, his eyes boring into her like a predator weighing the value of its prey.
I like to see you try,Lucas!
My instincts flared, a protective rage boiling beneath the surface. "Stay close to me," I hissed under my breath, quickly positioning myself between her and Lucas. The danger was palpable, and I needed her to stay calm.
"Just play along," I whispered urgently. "We need to gather information. He can't know what we're up to."
Her confusion turned to resolve, the fire in her igniting again. I could sense the shift as she pulled herself together, ready to embrace the night—ready to play her part in this twisted game. A part of me felt guilty for dragging her into this, but I couldn't help but admire her strength.
"Okay, I'll help," Alisa said, a hint of determination shining through her uncertainty.
Together, we moved deeper into the club, the intoxicating mix of music and adrenaline fueling us both. I could feel the tension humming between us, but right now, the priority was survival. Against the backdrop of flashing lights and throbbing beats, we were entering a dangerous dance—a game of deception and power.
As we approached the bar, I stole a glance at Lucas, whose gaze was still laced with curiosity. He was a formidable force, and I knew I had to protect Alisa from him. She may have thought she was just a pawn in this game, but her spirit made her a queen in my eyes.
No matter what it took, I would keep her safe, even if it meant stepping into the darkness myself.