Author's POV.
Isra settled onto his lap, and Zorain claimed her mouth with a hunger that bordered on feral. He kissed her like a starving man finally tasting what he had been denied for too long, devouring her lips, sucking and biting until she was trembling against him. Isra melted into the assault, a soft, needy moan slipping into his mouth as heat flooded her body. Zorain's hand slid under her oversized t-shirt without hesitation, rough palm cupping one full breast and squeezing it firmly, kneading the soft flesh like it belonged to him alone. Her moans grew messier, more desperate, spilling against his tongue.
He pulled her closer until she was fully seated against the hard, thick ridge of his cock, the pressure making her hips twitch with instinct. Isra ground down against him, seeking friction for the throbbing ache between her thighs, but Zorain's hands clamped around both of her thighs, stilling her with an iron grip. She groaned in pure frustration.
"Zorain… let me," she begged, voice thick with need.
"No, baby. First you obey me," he answered, tone low and commanding, as if laying down the law for a stubborn, beautiful child.
"Why should I? I won't let you dominate me," Isra shot back, fire still flickering beneath the lust.
"You can dominate me wherever else you want, sweetness," he murmured against her lips, both hands now cupping and caressing her breasts, thumbs brushing over the hardening peaks. "But in bed… it will always be me who dominates."
For once, Isra didn't argue. She simply accepted it.
She tugged her shorts down and kicked them aside, left in nothing but a delicate lace panty that looked sinfully pretty against her skin yet irritated him by still being in the way. Zorain's hand slipped beneath the lace without delay, fingers finding the slick, throbbing heat of her pussy.
"You're so fucking wet, baby," he growled, stroking her soaked folds with deliberate, teasing pressure.
Isra buried her face in the crook of his neck, moaning like a mess, hips twitching helplessly against his hand.
"Zorain… insert it already," she pleaded.
"No orders, baby. Only beg," he answered, voice dark with amusement and hunger. "Beg like a good girl and I'll give you a good orgasm." His fingertip circled her entrance, never quite pushing inside, keeping her right on the edge.
"Please, Zo… please," Isra begged, the words dripping with raw, sexual desperation.
That was all it took. Zorain pushed his middle finger deep into her tight heat in one smooth thrust. He worked her steadily, curling and stroking, pushing as deep as her body would allow. Before she could catch her breath he added a second finger, stretching her without mercy.
"Ohh… yes… yes…" Isra cried out as those skilled fingers found and rubbed against her G-spot with ruthless precision.
"You look so fucking beautiful when you moan like this for me," Zorain murmured, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face.
Everything he did looked devastatingly sexy to her—the controlled strength, the dark focus in his eyes, the way he owned her body without hesitation.
Isra's POV.
I still couldn't believe I was sitting on his lap—Zorain's lap—begging for a fucking orgasm because only he could make my body feel like this. Fine. I admitted it. I was sexually attracted to him. We had already crossed lines before—his fingers inside me, his mouth sucking every drop of my juices—but never full sex. Tonight the need had been too sharp. I had been reading smut, filthy, addictive smut, and it left me aching so badly I came to him for release like some desperate little whore.
I would die of shame tomorrow. I already knew that. But right now the only thing that mattered was the pleasure he was giving me.
He watched my messy, broken state like he had won some private victory. Idiot. And still… he was so fucking good at this. His fingers moved inside me with devastating skill.
"Zo…rain… faster, please," I begged, sounding exactly like the slut I felt.
"Your wish, my command, babydoll," he answered, voice deep and dark and so fucking sexy it made my stomach clench.
I crashed my mouth against his in a hungry, frantic kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance until I surrendered and let him take control. While he finger-fucked me ruthlessly I tore at the buttons of his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders until it hit the floor. God, those abs… hard, defined, perfect. I ran my hands over them greedily even as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.
When the orgasm finally hit, it ripped through me so hard I came all over his fingers, shaking and gasping against his mouth. What he did next was both disgusting and the hottest thing I had ever seen—he brought those slick fingers to his own lips and sucked them clean, tasting me like I was something precious. It wasn't the first time. He had done it the night he first fingered me too. Then he kissed me again, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.
Oh God. Could someone really be this sexually attracted to their enemy? I was ashamed… and I didn't care.
We kissed like the world was ending, until we finally broke apart for air. Zorain looked at me the way a predator looks at prey he has already decided to keep. I was only in my bra and panties. He was still half-dressed. Completely unfair.
Zorain's POV.
Fuck. How could one woman be this fucking sexy? She was mine—my girl—and I needed to taste her so badly it hurt.
I lifted her off my lap and laid her down on the bed, hovering over her. She kissed me again like a starving, hungry baby, all teeth and desperation. When I finally pulled away I kissed a path down her body, hooked my fingers in that pretty lace panty, and dragged it off. She was soaked for me, glistening and ready. I loved every filthy second of it.
I ran my tongue along her soft, wet folds. She moaned like a complete mess—my mess. I gripped both of her thighs and spread them wider, opening her completely for my mouth.
"Zorain… just don't stop… please," she begged.
That soft plea made me suck harder, tongue thrusting and circling, devouring her like a man possessed. I squeezed her thighs, holding her open while she came apart under me—once, then again. I still wasn't finished. I was a hungry beast for her, and I wasn't ready to stop.
"Zorain… I'm tired," she whispered, voice genuinely exhausted.
"But I'm not, baby. I need more," I murmured against her, still licking and sucking.
"Uhmmm… will you suck me whenever I want?" she asked suddenly, the question slipping out of nowhere.
"I will. For you, anything," I answered without thinking.
"Even after your marriage?"
The words froze me. I had never let myself think that far.
I stayed silent.
"Tell me," she pressed.
"I don't know," I admitted.
"Means you won't."
I lifted my head and looked straight into her eyes. Then I moved up her body until we were face to face.
"Don't ask these questions while I'm this fucking hungry," I said, trying to kiss her. She turned her face away.
"Fuck off, Zorain."
The rejection landed. Somewhere deep down she was jealous—and that knowledge twisted something dark and possessive inside me.
"So you want me to keep giving you pleasure even after I get married," I said, half-teasing, half-serious.
"I'm not saying that."
"Then what are you saying? Because from where I'm sitting, that's exactly what you mean."
"Oh really? Then what about you? You're cheating on your fiancée too, aren't you? Doing these things with your cousin while you already have a fiancée—isn't that cheating, Mr. Zorain?"
There she was—my fiesty little cat, claws fully out again.
"I know," I said quietly. "But aren't you sexually attracted to a man who already has a fiancée?"
"I'm not."
Liar.
"Then why did you come here tonight?"
"Because I didn't have any other option. And don't worry—I'll find myself a fuck buddy." She gave me a tight, sharp smile.
The words made my jaw clench hard enough to ache. She hadn't gotten the answer she wanted, so she decided to play this dangerous little game.
"You will not do any such thing," I growled, cupping her jaw and forcing her to look at me. I was angry now. Hellishly angry.
"Why? You'll get a bride to fuck. So why can't I get a fuck buddy at least?"
"Because you're just mine. Just mine. Mine to love, mine to hate, and mine to fuck—senselessly." I pressed my forehead against hers, breathing hard.
"Ohhh… so that's why you're marrying someone else and then planning to cheat on your wife with me. For that, Mr. Zorain, let me tell you—I'm not that low."
"I can't do anything, baby. Grandma wants me to marry her, and I can't go against her."
"Your grandma did something really fucking wrong by slapping me. Kindly remind her that she'll pay for it. I'll make sure of it." The pure, cold anger in her voice only made me want to fuck that rage right out of her.
"Leave me now. I'm sleepy," she said quietly.
I slowly loosened my grip.
"And don't forget," she added, voice soft but lethal, "I'm going to make your marriage so wonderful that you'll never be able to forget it… my dear cousin."
Every single word hit me like a blade.
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