"Your body is at my mercy," Zavian declared while his fingers gripped the insides of her thighs roughly before guiding them on his lap.Emmeline's breath hitched when she felt his lips brush against her neck, his warm breath sending her insides skyrocketing.She could feel his desire, his hunger for her, and she wanted to give in to it. But she couldn't shake off the nagging guilt and shame that still lingered from their previous encounter."Do you want another orgasm?" Zavian's voice was husky, his lips trailing down her neck and over the curve of her shoulder.Emmeline's body shuddered with electricity and her traitorous tongue whispered a small "Yes" before her mind could catch up. However, he suddenly stopped caressing her thighs, causing her to frown in confusion."Nothing comes for free," Zavian said cryptically. "How about a trade?"Emmeline's heart raced as she considered his proposition. What could he possibly want from her? What would she have to give in return for this plea
It felt as though all oxygen had been sucked out from Emmeline’s lungs by some unseen force in the moment she saw the full package of Zavian’s groin.His size was truly daunting. The veins that ran across it throbbed with life and desire so raw, that it felt like a force of nature.The crown of him was shaped reminiscently of a mushroom cap, draped in a thin layer that shimmered with the evidence of his arousal."You're...you're huge," she managed to whisper, her voice choked with surprise and an undercurrent of awe.She swallowed. Hard, as if trying to swallow down her escalating fear along with her words.Zavian’s gaze darkened even more with desire."Do you see now?" he asked huskily. "Do you see the trouble you've stirred up within me? This is why I need your assistance."Her gaze flickered between his dilated pupils and the extremely hard, colossal length held securely in her hand."I-I didn't realize I had this effect on you," Emmeline stuttered.All they had shared so far were
"I'm going to finish in your mouth, and you'll swallow every last drop... like a good girl." Zavian declared unabashedly, leaving no room for protest or negotiation.Emmeline nodded obediently, looking up at him with moist eyes. "Yes, sir," she breathed.Zavian’s eyes flashed with an unnatural glow and his chest shook with the intensity of his suppressed animalistic growl."Damn it, Emmeline!" His voice was low and husky.His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping just hard enough to make her gasp.He was teetering on the edge of control, and she was the one pushing him there."You're going to be my undoing," he confessed in a whisper that barely reached her ears.It wasn't a threat or an accusation… it was an admission of how deeply she affected him.And then he lost himself completely — surrendering to her with a guttural groan that echoed through the pouring rain.His essence rushed out of him aggressively, filling her mouth to the brim so much so that it leaked from the corners of
"Boss!" Luca's voice rang out beside Zavian who was standing shirtless on the balcony of one of his lavish penthouses.The cool night breeze caressed his bare muscular torso as he overlooked the serene greenery outside with a cigarette between his long fingers.His broad back rippled with the intricate dragon tattoo inked into his skin and his muscles flexed ever so slightly whenever he made the slightest move.He had driven Emmeline back to the clubhouse after their little tryst and made sure one of his invisible guards followed her discreetly until she was home securely behind locked doors.His mind had been occupied with thoughts of her. Her scent, her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed. It was maddening how this slip of a human girl had wormed her way into his cold, dead heart.Zavian shook those thoughts back. He had more pressing matters to attend to.Luca was used to his master's brooding presence. He'd served Zavian for centuries and knew the weight of responsibil
A week had passed since their sinful encounter on the golf course - an event that still lingered in Emmeline's mind. She dreaded facing Yuna after what had transpired between them.Saturday arrived swiftly and by evening, Emmeline found herself at the restaurant alone. Above its entrance hung a broad sign bearing its name in French: Divin – sacred. Everything served here was divine indeed.The restaurant had an elegant charm despite its considerable size; the earthy-colored walls gave it a classic look while caramel-hued table covers added warmth. To one side stood a bar for drinks adjacent to which was a billiard table.At eight o'clock sharp, Yasmin, one of the waitresses, entered the kitchen where Emmeline was engrossed in baking cake with a white apron tied around her waist."The Kims and Blackthorns have arrived," Yasmin announced breathlessly as if delivering news that would change the course of history. "As instructed by you, I've led them to the center table."Emmeline acknowl
All eyes instantly turned toward the frowning Minnie.Yuna spoke up, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We had agreed to arrive together as a group, but Minnie simply couldn't tear herself away from the mirror. We waited outside for over twenty minutes while she primped and preened." She rolled her eyes dramatically, clearly annoyed by the delay.A tinkling laugh escaped Emmeline's lips before she could stifle it. "Ah, so Minnie is one of those women who takes an eternity in front of the mirror and arrives fashionably late.” She meant it as a lighthearted jest, but Minnie's reaction suggested she'd struck a nerve.Minnie sighed in disapproving exasperation, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Don't you start on me too, especially not in front of my husband." She shot a glare at Taehyung, daring him to comment further.Zavian quickly asked with a vague air of nonchalance that didn't quite mask his interest, "Speaking of husbands, where is yours, Mrs. Maine? I don't see any trace of him here.
Emmeline's whole body was stiff with panic and she could barely take a step back from the towering, intimidating figure of Zavian."Mr. Blackthorn, did you hear that voice?" she asked, her voice trembling as her eyebrows furrowed with worry.Zavian’s thick brows knitted together at her question. "Which sound?"Did he find himself lost in her presence once more? Why did his sharp senses always falter around her?Emmeline aimed her wide, expressive eyes at the door and found it open ajar, but no one was visible in the hallway beyond. "You were the last to enter, did you leave the door behind you open?" Her voice was strained, the words breaking slightly as anxiety gripped her.Zavian shook his head slowly. "I closed it," he stated firmly.Emmeline gasped. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth and her eyes widened further with dawning realization. "Oh my God, someone saw us and left shocked!" Her petite frame seemed to shrink in on itself.Zavian’s handsome features exuded nonchalance desp
Emmeline’s cheeks puffed out in displeasure. He was taking advantage of her weakness for him by calling her out so brazenly.'How dare this devil!' she fumed internally."Do not throw burning matches at the fuel and then accuse it of being highly flammable. That is not your right. You know your influence on me very well," she protested, glaring at him through the heavy fringe of her lashes.With that, she grabbed Zavian’s arms and tried to separate him from her, to put some safe distance between their heated bodies. However, the devil pulled her flush against him, caging her trembling form."My assistant will be back any moment, Mr. Blackthorn. I don't want to be discredited in front of my staff. Please leave," Emmeline pleaded, tilting her face to meet his burning gaze.Zavian stroked the tip of her pert nose in an intimate caress, looking deeply into her pleading eyes with a heavy-lidded gaze. "Well, I don't want to stay in the restaurant waiting for dinner until the morning, and I