He closed his eyes to enjoy the heaven unreeling beneath his lips without distraction. The book slipped from her hand, the little violet bloom silently hitting the floor. Lost in euphoria, Nate stepped on it, crushing the flower under his shoes as he kissed the daylight out of her. His mouth was hot against hers, tongue dripping with urgency. He yanked her up by her waist, her toes barely grazing the cold floor. She felt the heat radiating from his body, searing her like an ember catching fire, consuming her inch by inch until she was writhing beneath his crushing weight. Her tormentor was built like a boulder- unyielding, immovable, his strength caging her in. It was impossible to escape him. She was close to fainting but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep tasting her, to keep relishing those pink petals that belonged to him and lose himself in their intoxicating sweetness. The more he tasted her, the fiercer his craving became. Insatiable. Gifted with an IQ level of 180,
She marched out of the classroom only to bump into Dave and losing her balance for a moment. He gripped her arm to steady her but let go immediately. "You okay?" he asked, moving away to create enough distance between them. She nodded absently without lifting her tear-soaked face and walked past him. Dave gazed after her, sensing his friend had fucked up again. With a heavy sigh, he turned and walked into the class. There he was, facing the window, his shoulders rigid with tension. Dave approached him. "She was crying. You hurt her again, didn't you?" Dave asked, already knowing the answer. Nate was seething in fury too. Eyes shooting daggers at the window under furrowed brows, jaw firmly set, lips twisted into a scowl. Dave wondered what the hell had transpired here. "She rejected my reward," Nate answered through gritted teeth. How dare she denied him? He was going to teach her a good lesson for this. Dave's gaze dropped to the broken pendant lying on the floor and realisation f
"Nate, stop" Gloria beamed as she saw him walking down the corridor. She walked towards him as he stopped. "What is it?" Nate asked, looking sour. "What is wrong? You look sour?" she noted, eyeing him up and down. Nate ground his jaw. "The fuck you want?" he growled, leveling her with a warning glare. She swallowed before pasting the smile back on her face. She stepped closer. "I am visiting our beach house with my family. Gigi is also coming. Would you like to join?" she offered, batting her long lashes at him. "No," he replied, his tone clipped and icy. "Are you sure? Simon wants to come too. He is overly interested," Gloria hinted, playing with her hair. His jaw ticked with annoyance. "You know, he has asked me out too many times. I feel bad rejecting him every time and I....," she trailed off when her gaze landed on the bloody scratch across his throat. "There is a scratch on your throat. Were you fighting a kitten or something?" Gloria noted with a frown before extending
The thing burnt her palm even through the fabric, sending a jolt of shock through her. She recoiled, startled and confused. Her wide eyes snapped to his for an answer only to find her tormentor struggling with himself, his jaw clenched, eyes closed, his breathing uneven as if fighting against something invincible. She was unnerved."Wha..what happened?" she asked, clueless to the chaos she was stirring within him. His bloodshot eyes snapped open, locking onto her, scaring her to her bits. "Why did you stop?" he growled, there was something dangerous swirling in his eyes. "It's hot," she explained. Her innocent gaze was only making it hotter. His features softened slightly in what looked like amusement. "Is it?" he feigned innocence, capturing her hand in his and guiding it back to the source of the heat. He made her touch it. She felt him shivering over her. "Sir?" she called hesitantly, figuring out they were doing something they shouldn't be doing. He hummed, not letting her pu
Her mouth hanging open as she looked down in disbelief at the streaks of his essence covering her front. Bile rose in her throat. Nate tilted her chin up, making her meet his eyes."Next time it will be you serving me," he declared in finality before releasing her and stepping away. She squeezed her eyes shut, curled her fingers into tight fists, feeling suffocated. Tears burned their way down her cheeks but they also failed to wash away the filth that clung to her skin. The disgust tearing at her insides was excruciating— at him, at herself, at the fact that he had reduced her into an object for his sick pleasure. A mere puppet, swaying at his command. She hated how utterly helpless, powerless she was against him. Her eyes flung open upon feeling something soft gliding across her neck only to find him standing over her, wiping his filth from her skin with a sickening sense of entitlement. Not even a semblance of shame could be found on his face. She stared at him with pure disgust
"Everyone thinks we are in a relationship, yet I haven't even stepped foot in his room," Gloria whined in frustration, feeling she was losing the game. To marry him and become Mrs. Serrano was her ultimate dream. Nate wasn't just a handsome face, he was the heir of the Serrano legacy. And she wanted to be his queen. The time was slipping through her fingers though. Soon, they'll graduate and scatter. She had to make him hers before it gets too late. "Nothing you missed. His room makes a prison cell look like a five-star hotel. No color, no aesthetic," Gigi drawled out. Even though they were twins, they barely ever saw eye to eye. Gloria's lips curved into a sly smile. "Well, I can change that. You've seen my room, right?" Gloria quipped. Gigi rolled her eyes at her excitement. She could never understand why every girl was so head over heels for his brother. He, literally, was the most annoying creature to dwell on earth. "I don't think he would appreciate his walls colored in
After what felt like an eternity, the car stopped. The trunk was opened shortly, revealing blue sky. His silver eyes twinkled with something as they landed on her. "How did you like the adventure?" he asked amused, as he undid the chains, making sure not to hurt her. Sera was beyond confused and frightened to answer. She shot him an accusatory glare which only made him chuckle. He picked her up and set her down on the pavement. Her alarmed eyes darted around, searching for an explanation, any sign that could tell what was coming next. He removed the tape and pecked her dry lips. "Your every second with me will be just as unforgettable.," he murmured against her lips. Then as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he reached up to smoothen her tousled hair. "Go inside and pick whatever you want," he suggested while gently running his fingers through her hair. She glanced at the store they were standing in front of. Her eyes turned wide in disbelief. It was a store for d
His hand landed on her thigh with a possessive grip, rooting her in place. His fingers pressed in, squeezing her fabric-clad thigh as if staking his claim. Sera released a shaky breath, gazing at his rings-clad hand gripping her thigh. The girl snuck a glance at him. His eyes were locked ahead on the road, his face unreadable but the subtle twitches of his jaw betrayed the anger simmering beneath the surface. He was still mad. "What?" he asked suddenly, startling her. She quickly looked away. "Nothing," she murmured, lowering her gaze to his hand on her thigh. She wanted him to take his hand away. "I know something's on your mind," he pressed, glancing briefly her way before refocusing on the road. "Out with it," he said, pinching her flesh. His commanding tone brooked no refusal. She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Why didn't you let them....." she paused briefly before continuing, "Search me?" His vehement opposition to the search had confused her as well. He tu
The core difference between good and evil is that good empowers the vulnerable, and evil preys on them. Sera wrapped the scarf around her neck, concealing the evidence of his assault on her skin. Her body was now nothing but a canvas of fading and fresh hickeys. Sera had no delusions. She knew she was vulnerable against his might. His family owned the entire Spain, including the authorities. They ruled the underworld. Serrano's were not only the richest but also the most feared. Her dad had told chilling stories of how they tortured their enemies in their torture cell. They were bad news. And it was her bad luck that she caught the eyes of the worst among them. Nate.After pinning her hair into a neat bun, she slung the bag over her shoulders and set out for the old-age home. Nate had, surprisingly enough, allowed her to take the two-day-long trip. She refused to believe he had done it out of goodwill. He had nothing good in him. There had to be a reason why he allowed her, which she
Dave punched Nate hard, making him stagger backward. Nate calmy wiped the blood trickling from his split lip, ready for his another blow. Dave didn't hold back, he knocked him over several times but Nate didn't retaliate. "You deserve even worse than this," Dave spat, fixing him with a hateful glare. "You should know better than to touch her," Nate responded, drawing out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. Dave had managed to put some bruises across his face. "She was crying," Dave answered, staring into the sky stretching wide before the glass window. Dae exhaled a sigh before turning towards him. "Don't you think you're going too hard on her? She is just a child," Dave asked, frowning in disapproval. "She isn't a child," he stated. That was all his response. "Why are you here?" he asked, fed up of his habit of ignoring his questions. Nate ignored his question again. But his silence was the answer. "It's her," Dave figured, disbelief lacing his voice. Nate clenched
She encountered Dave in the hallway, he was heading for the cafeteria. She stopped to avoid running into him again. Their eyes met briefly before his eyes drifted to the fresh marks painting her neck and shoulder. Realisations settled across his countenance, sending a flush of shame through her. But instead of a smirk or taunt, his face softened into concern. The boy looked away immediately, not wanting to cause her more embarrassment. He stepped towards her. "Nate has lost his mind," he murmured, digging for something in his bag. Disappointment was thick in his voice. She watched as he drew out a feminine scarf from his bag. It belonged to one of his flings. "Here, take this," he offered the scarf to her with an apologetic expression. Sera glanced at the scarf longingly but refused with a shake of her head. "I..I can't take this," she said as a teardrop slipped past her eye. Nate would bring down hell on her if he found out she had taken the scarf from him. He understood the re
As if having sensed his anger, the world around them fell into complete stillness. The birds stopped singing, the leaves ceased their rustling, and even the air seemed to hold its breath. All she could hear was the faint rush of the stream in the short distance and her pounding heartbeat. She caught the annoyance filling his features before he pulled away and sat up, his shoulders locked with growing tension. A flicker of unease stirred within her as she mimicked his action. His face was turned away from her."Get up. We are leaving," he muttered irritably before getting up. She quietly got to her feet.Without sparing her so much as a glance, he began walking towards the gate. Sera exhaled a small sigh. She knew he wouldn't agree. He was a cruel, heartless monster. Expecting humanity from him was akin to expecting warmth from ice. It's against his nature.She reluctantly sat down in the passenger seat, dread twisting in her guts. She feared him more when he stayed quiet instead of l
His hand on her thigh burned like a brand, searing her skin. She squirmed in her seat, silently willing him to remove it. But since when did he care about her comfort? The weight of his palm pressed down on her thigh, squeezing her flesh with a teasing cruelty. It was all a game for him but for her, it was pure torture. He believed he owned her, his treatment of her stank of entitlement. Her suffering was his pleasure. As if bullying her wasn't enough, he now had ventured into uncharted territory, touching and kissing her whenever he felt like. She clenched her eyes shut for a brief moment, before turning towards the window and watching the world passing by. She had no clue where he was taking her. She asked him several times but no answer came from his end. The road stretched endlessly ahead, the traffic thinning as he kept driving on. Unease churning deep in her belly. She stole a glance at him. His gaze locked firmly on the road, his features tight as if going through some inner t
He had acted all sigma in front of her, but only he knew the torment within. His bowel system hadn't stopped doing acrobats since the moment he consumed that infernal dish. It was beyond him as to how did she even conceive such a diabolical idea. Vixen. That's some way to torture someone- no weapon needed, just the dish is enough. He stepped out of the bathroom holding his stomach, worn out. He had spent the whole night shuffling in and out of the bathroom, not getting even a wink of sleep.None who wronged him had lived to see another day. Those who so much as scratched him carried scars far deeper in return. His vengeance burned hotter than the flames of hell itself. And yet.... she was alive. He suffered yet she lived. He had no idea what was happening to him. Why was he being so lenient with the girl who had rejected him so blatantly? A profound mix of hurt and anger had crashed through him. The sting of rejection still lingered, sharpening in quiet moments. He didn't forget the d
He took her to the rooftop, the most posh part of the restaurant. They were given a quiet cabin that overlooked the entire city. She felt her heart stutter as she took in the view. It was beyond stunning. "What we are going to have?" he asked, pulling her attention to him. "Huh?" she asked, having missed his words. He pointed towards the menu. "I am not hungry," she replied. With this guy, she wasn't sure. Who knows, if she somehow irritated him, he might just make her pay as some kind of twisted punishment. The dishes here cost way more than her monthly savings. "No need to panic. I won't make you pay," he stated with a smirk. Surprise flickered in her eyes as she blinked at him, wondering if she had spoken without her knowledge. "Now, pick up the menu and choose for us," he instructed, eager to get over with the task. "What do you want?" she asked, going through the menu. "Surprise me," he replied, his gentle eyes steady on her. She glanced up at him briefly before returnin
Her shift had ended, but before heading home, she went up to the terrace to spend some time alone. The golden hues of the sunset held her gaze when, a few minutes later, Giovanni arrived. "So are you coming to the excursion?" Giovanni asked, tilting his head. The curiosity in his eyes suggested he truly cared for the answer. "I am not sure," she replied, her voice quiet. A distant look was in her eyes as she stared far off. "You should come if you ask me. The old folks here specifically asked for your name on the list. They're really eager for you to join," he revealed, looking down at her with a gentle smile. She looked over at him. "And how do you know that?" she questioned, her eye narrowing slightly in doubt. She was convinced he was lying. Her presence and absence didn't matter to anyone. No matter how hard she tried, she was always the one left in the background. "I made the list. Your name was the first one they asked me to add," he answered, shrugging. She was surprised t
She resisted, a whimper ripped from her throat, but there was nothing stopping her tormentor. He eagerly tore the piece off her. There was a sense of urgency in his touch, an unbearable need to see all of her. The faint thud of her bra hitting the floor echoed in the quiet room, causing her heart to race faster. Her chin remained tucked to her chest, her eyes downcast as he spun her around. The scorching heat of his gaze felt unbearable as he shamelessly checked her out. Beyond embarrassed, she raised her hands to cover herself but before she could, he caught them mid-motion, unwilling to let her obstruct his view. He had beheld countless breathtaking sights but none had ever stolen his breath or sent his heart racing like this. He was hypnotized. He released her hands, eager to explore every inch of her."My mark suits you," he murmured, pressing his thumb against the old bruise on her neck. She lifted her lashes to look at him. Tears traced down her cheeks upon seeing the burnin