All Chapters of WHILE I BURN FOR YOU: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 31: FOGA PERICOLOSO (DANGEROUS FERVOR)ATTENTION: This chapter contains a dual POV of the main charactersZAHRA'S POV I settled on one of the lounge chairs in my apartment building's balcony, reading issues about celebrity scandals on my tablet. Just then, I heard footsteps coming towards me, stirring me up from where I had my head buried.It was Gotham, dressed in his usual attire, an all black suit with his wavy curled hair."What now? I asked the staff situated outside not to disturb me or allow anyone in," I snapped with a slight hint of distaste."Sorry," he answered, his head bowed slightly.I folded my arms across my chest and shrugged, "It's been three days since Dashiell left for Italy. Any news from him? He hasn't been responding to any of my calls or messages," He shook his head to say no, "He hasn't contacted me too, but I'll try to reach him on your behalf," he paused and continued. "There's someone on the ground floor who wants to buy an apartment on the first

CHAPTER 33: KISS ME ZAHRA'S POV I took a deep breath as my wrists wrapped firmly around my Smith and Wesson bodyguard 380 auto pistol, my eyes, fixated on the spherical target which was 27 feet away as I pulled the trigger.Bang! Bang! As I put the gun away, I began to feel awkward as I hadn't heard a compliment or assurance of how I did from Dashiell.I turned to face him to find him staring into space, oblivious of everything that surrounded him.I took slow strides toward him and tugged the hem of his suit, leading him to take notice of me, "What's the matter?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.I noticed how he smoothed his expression and hid the countenance of worry on his face, "Nothing. Are you finished? So I can drop you off at your building. It's 9:13 pm,"I furrowed my eyebrow, "Yes I am finished, but we are not leaving until you tell me what's going on. Is it about Adela? You still have to meet with her at some point. For now, she's hiding at my apartment building,

CHAPTER 35: HURTZAHRA'S POVI stirred up from sleep to find myself in a large room with a dark interior. The room's aura exuded luxury and subtle hints of dominance, and I immediately knew that it belonged to Dashiell. I stood up and realized that I was still wearing my lacy bra and my vagina was bare and exposed to the after-rain chill that soon filled the room."You're up," I heard Dashiell say from behind me. I turned to face him, not shying away from his gaze. "I am..." I drawled and sauntered over to where he stood. "Let's do something special today. I heard you have a stable in your estate, and I want to learn how to ride horses-""I don't have time. I am meeting with a group of investors from Algeria at noon, and Adela is coming this morning. I invited her for a little chat," I scanned his expression and furrowed my eyebrows, "Something tells me that you plan to punish Adela in some type of way. Well, I am not against punishing her, just don't kill her. She's a great asset to

CHAPTER 37: LOVE ISN'T WEAK It was 6:15 am when Dashiell pulled over at my apartment building. Due to extreme fatigue and nausea, I rested my head on the car's glass for a split second, before getting ready to leave.Without looking at Dashiell, I began to open the car door, and my breath hitched as I felt his strong hands grasp mine. "Sit," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.I wanted to roll my eyes, slam his head on the steering wheel, and just run off, but I also wanted to hear what he had to say. "I don't care where you were. And, I went to that club on my own freewill," I heard him sigh and shift in his seat to face me. I know he'd be judging how I looked now, because I looked like shit. My red lipstick was smudged all over my face, my body reeked of alcohol, my hair was scattered all over the place, and if I were being honest, I probably looked like Beetlejuice. "You never sit to think how some of your actions could put you in danger," he said.I shook my head and shrugg

CHAPTER 39: SEX IN THE CITYWarning: This chapter contains mature themes.ZAHRA'S POV A low hiss escaped Dashiell's lips as I lay on the table, his eyes darkened with lust as my ample breasts came in full view. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding over my perky pink nipples, before trailing his tongue around my already sore areolas.The more he kept me waiting, the more my privates grew sore.I felt his hands grip my hips possessively, sliding it up to raise my dress up to my lower waist.He pressed against me again, his broad chest, brushing against my breasts as his lips slowly trailed on the skin below my ear, his breath hot and raspy. "You're so beautiful, Zahra," he rasped in a dominant tone.My mouth parted to exude a low moan, and his lips moved to my lower lip, slowly licking and tugging on it, before trailing his hot breath on my chin. I felt his hands roam across my body, feeling my soft curves and how the heat radiated from my skin and onto the tip of his fingers. I