❦•: 03– Depraved Attraction :•❦

❦•: ZARA :•❦

His eyes were the colour of a storm cloud. A very dark and angry storm cloud. They were the most beautiful shade of dark grey I’d ever seen. Dark and piercing, like they could see through your soul.

The subtle glow caught in his eyes gave depth to those beautiful charcoal grey, stealing every single breath from deep within my lungs.

I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t look away.

I had never been enchanted by a man in my entire life. I’d never felt this attracted to anyone. Even my boyfriend, Alan didn’t have this much effect on me when we first met. But I was drawn to his gaze… to him, like a moth to a flame. Or a deer in headlight.

He was beautiful in a dark, edgy way. But it wasn’t that alone that set my heart racing. It was his face. It was painted with black and white paint that's smeared, and mixed with something red and dried.

I didn't have to think too much on it because I already knew what that red stuff was. Blood.

Dried blood stuck to the messy skull-face painting that hid his features. A ring of black paint hooded around his eyes, making the dark shade of grey even darker.

It should look scary, like the psycho serial killer kind of scary. But to me, it only makes him look even more beautiful.

Dark yet beautiful.

It gave him this mysterious, dark warrior look from a barbarian tribe like in the movies. They’d wear paint on their faces, torso and arms as a symbol of the number of kills or war victories they had.

His messy face paint made him sexy too and my pussy acknowledged that fact as well.

God… what the hell was wrong with me? Why was I feeling so much for this man?

He was here to collect something I owed his family but since I didn’t have it, he was going to kill me. I should be shivering in fear and begging for my life even though I knew begging would be useless.

I was sick in the head for that. I had a boyfriend too and I love him, I remind myself but my body didn’t seem to give a fuck about what my brain thought because I shouldn’t feel this insanely hot attraction towards a man about to end my life.

The collector never left a debt unsettled. I should be terrified.

But the sick part of my brain had somehow sieved the horror out of this moment. Something was definitely wrong with me.

Perhaps my state of mind with how close I was to death was making me think all these ridiculous and twisted thoughts just to escape my reality.

My thoughts, however, were shattered by a scream, “What the fuck—Shit!”

Then a hurried rustle in the background before something clatters to the floor. “Who the fuck are you?!”

I finally recognized the voice. It’s Alan. His terrified eyes are wide with trepidation when he stepped into the light, stalking carefully from behind the collector.

My eyes widen when I catch the wooden bat in his hands. His knuckles were white from how hard he’s clutching it.

I got why he’s so frightened.

It’s not every day one got to see an ominous looking, dark figure in the dead of the night, in your bedroom, hulking over your girlfriend with her body pinned against the wall and his hand wrapped around her throat like he’s about to annihilate her from the world.

“G-Get the fuck away from her!” He yelled just as he raised the bat higher.

His movement was swift and before I registered his actions, he took a full swing of his arm.

“Alan! No, don’t—” I gasp as the bat smashed against the collector’s head.

The crashing sound that followed after was loud enough to wake up our nextdoor neighbours. Soon I realized that the bat in Alan’s hands had broken in half.

Alan stared at it in bewilderment and horror. Then I felt the collector’s hold on me loosen, completely unwrapping as he stumbled.

I’m still dazed with shock when through the peripheral vision, I saw Alan move cautiously towards me and quickly grabbed my wrist, pulling me away from the collector into his embrace.

I should be basking in the warm and security of my boyfriend’s arm around me but all I could do was stare at him in absolute horror.

“What the hell have you done?” My voice was a whispered yell of disbelief and dread.

Alan looked at me like I’d just sprouted an extra head before the look on his face hardened, “I just saved your fucking life, that’s what.” He hissed.

I don’t feel an ounce of guilt when I retorted. “You shouldn’t have fucking done that!”

But I wasn’t talking about him saving me from the predator in our room.

Don’t get me wrong, I was grateful for his help even though it wasn’t exactly needed. Now I was more afraid for his life than I was for mine. But Alan took it the wrong way.

His face contoured with anger and he pushed me off him. I stumbled back from the abruptness of his force and tried to steady my footing. But then a hard smack rained down on my face and I crumbled to the floor.

The shock of the impact crippled me to the floor. I looked up at Alan with my palm glued to my cheek and eyes wide. He towered over me with vexation steaming off his face. His face was completely beet red.

“What the fuck was that supposed to mean, Zara? Are you fucking cheating on me or something?”

Or something… “Alan…”

But I didn’t get the chance however to respond properly when suddenly and too quickly for my brain to register as a primal threat, a shadow stormed up behind him.

In an instance, my boyfriend’s body flew across the room and smashed against the wall causing a dent on it that I thought he would be dead from the harsh blunt of the punch.

My heart skidded rapidly in my chest, threatening to burst out. My breath froze up in my throat and I felt my eyes widen.

What in the name of fuckery just bloody happened? My gaze swinged between my boyfriend’s unconscious body on the floor and the collector.

“Don’t you ever… fucking touch her.” He growled.

The sound was really guttural. Like a wild fucking beast. It was fucking animalistic and primal. It made my heart beat faster than the speed of light.

Did the collector just…hit my boyfriend because he slapped me?

I couldn't control the insane feeling rushing through me. It was exhilarating. I couldn't help but think… it was so… fucking hot.

I felt my pussy clench. Fucking… hell.

The deep rumble of his darkly sultry baritone caused a fiery sensation to burn through me. So hotly that it consumed me.

Yes, I most definitely had lost my freaking mind because why the fuck did I just get turned on by this man for smacking the light out of my boyfriend because he hit me in anger?

Don’t get the wrong idea, Alan wasn’t a bad man or boyfriend. He was just angry and misunderstood me. After all, he didn’t know… he was only trying to protect me.

But the way my body reacted to every single thing this predator did had me truly questioning my sanity.

Then he moved and that’s when my body recovered from its shocked paralysis.

I got off the floor and skidded over to his front. I put my arms out to stop him, blocking his path with my body. In comparison to this man’s size and height, I was like a little kitten in front of a beast. But my actions seemed to stop his raging advance towards Alan.

I’d never had a man defend me like that. I’d never been in such a situation either. If it wasn’t the hottest thing ever then I didn’t know what it was. But I also needed to stop him from killing my boyfriend. I loved him too much to let it happen. Alan was all I have left in this world.

But this sensation… this feeling I kept having from just being in this man’s presence… It was exhilarating. I didn’t understand it.

All I knew was… he was a darkness. A wild, beautiful and treacherous darkness.