ZERO DIABROS

[ ZERO DIABROS ]

“I really should’ve fucked you from the very beginning...”

The thought punches through my mind, sharp and relentless, like a dark whisper I’ve been trying to ignore for too long. It feels wrong to admit it, but it’s the damn truth. From the very beginning, I knew what I wanted. No, I felt it. 

I remember that first day—how she screamed, how she cried for me to let her go, to release her from the cage she willingly walked into. Back when I hated her. Back when I hated myself for wanting her so bad.

Even now, as her scent wraps around me like a drug that I couldn't seem to quit, a reminder of every moment I wasted denying how I wanted—no, needed her. 

My obsession with her was triggered suddenly as her eyes met mine, and it was full of fire and defiance. It made me hiss how I wish I should've claimed her sooner, marked her early, and bound her the first time to me. 

But instead, I waited. I played the long game, not because I was cautious but because I wanted her to suffer for what she did to me—without even knowing it. Yet now, looking at her, vulnerable and trembling on my lap, I wonder if I ever really did.

I’ve got my hands around her throat, my grip tight enough to remind her who owned her. Her body trembled under my grasp. Her breasts rise and fall, and her breathing becomes heavier, but still, she dared to lift her chin and meet my eyes head-on. 

There was that spark of defiance flickering in her eyes like it always does.

“Stop,” she whispers, her voice low and shaky. It’s a warning, but it’s laced with something else. Something she couldn’t say out loud.

And fuck, my dick becomes even harder. Every bit of my thrust screams to claim her, to take her in every way possible. But she’s still fighting, still trying to resist. It’s laughable, really. 

Does she think she can still deny this? Deny me?

Suddenly, her pouty lips said something that I didn’t expect. “This is how it was supposed to be.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of me. I feel her breath coming faster, her body bowing under mine as if she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. 

She’s at my mercy, and yet she dared to look at me with such protest. She had the audacity to believe that she had any control left in this situation. Yet the truth was, I only allowed her enough control to make things interesting. Because deep down, she already knows who got the upper hand between us.

She’s known from the beginning that she’s mine. Every part of her, from that fire in her eyes to the way her body responds to my touch—she’s been mine since the day she came to me, seeking protection.

She thought I would save her. She thought I’d be her salvation. It’s almost funny. how naive could she be after not realizing what she had walked herself into—that I wasn’t the hero of this story. I never was. I’m the one people fear. The one they whisper about in dark corners of the city and even the entire state, the rogue wolf who don’t go by any rule book. 

and yet, despite knowing that, she still came to me.

She offered money at first, believing that was what I would want, as though she could buy me. She spoke how her family had turned their backs on her, and she thought throwing cash at me would make everything gain the power and influence she needed to exact revenge. 

But I didn’t want her money. Hell, I didn’t need it. I accepted what appeared to be a daring deal she proposed in exchange for wanting something far more valuable.  even if it would mean I would have to play a part in her pity vendetta against her family.

Regardless, it was still a gain for me, because in exchange of help, I know she wouldn't be able to dare refuse what I would really want to ask her in exchange.

And that was her. Yes, her body, her soul, and everything she had left to give—I wanted it all. And I wanted her to pay until she’s all consumed.

My obsession went far deeper than anything I’d ever experienced. It was fast and hot, an inferno that levelled everything around me like a trigger being pulled. And I know she felt it too, even as she pretends to hold on to her last scrap of defiance.

I humiliated her, played with her mind, and made her believe I didn’t care. I made her think that I didn’t want anything from her except the satisfaction of watching her squirm under my control. But that was a lie. The biggest lie I’ve ever told her. Because the truth wass, I’ve always wanted to taste more of her—every part of her. 

And now, I have her exactly where I want her to be.

Her body pressed against mine, and her breathing ragged as she closed her eyes, trying to unsee the reality of her situation. Well, she couldn’t, not anymore. 

I could feel her breaking within slowly, and it’s satisfying. However, it’s not enough…not yet.

it was a pity how she came to me asking for protection, and revenge. I could’ve easily turned her away, I could’ve let her deal with her own mess, but I didn’t. Because the moment she walked into my world, I instantly felt that luring sensation that forced me to want her into my world and become a part of it--a part of me.

I brushed my thumb along the curve of her jaw, and her lips parted slightly, her body reacting before her mind could even catch up. She didn’t want any of this, well, at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. But her body said otherwise. Every breath, every movement—it’s all a lie.

“You think this is how it was supposed to be?”I muttered, my voice low and taunting. I then pressed my lips to her ear, and she shuddered, her hands clenching into fists. 

“You’re right. This is exactly how it was supposed to be. You, on your knees, at my mercy. Mine,” I added.

Her body trembled, but she didn’t pull away. She just couldn’t. She knows what I’m capable of and what I could do to her. And there was no denying from the look on her eyes how she anticipated it, how she craved for it.

“I hate you,” she whispered, but even as she says it, her voice falters.

“No, you don’t,” I replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. “You hate that you want me. You hate that you can’t stop lusting over my dick inside your pussy,” I said as I pound my dick in a rougher way inside her hole. “And I am here to make all your wetdreams a fuckin’ reality.”

Her eyes grew wide with anger and shock, and at that moment, she looked at me as though she might fight back. and yet she didn’t. Perhaps she knows it would be pointless, as she realize I'd already won.

I pulled her closer as she was sliding towards the edge of the bed, my lips brushing against her breast while I sucked her nipples and nibbled at them as well. She squirmed and gasped, her breath catching in her throat. 

Her body tenses, and the way she looked at me now was full of regret, and I couldn’t blame her. Because I made her think that I wanted nothing from her. Yet it was a lie. Because what I truly wanted was everything from her. 

Unfortunately, I was the villain, not her protector. I have always been the bad guy, the notorious rogue alpha, and not the hero. And unfortunately, I was her destined mate, and...

She’s my prize to claim.