Blue balls. Blue balls. Life actually sucks when you have blue balls. Javier was taken back to his room, his hands still tied but his feet were free. He walked from one end of the room then to the other end. Dying to get his hands out and wring his bastard no doubt purple cock out like a motherfucker.
He should have left! He should have gone straight out of this hell-hole but no, he didn't. What did he do? He walked towards his nightmare of temptation and saw something which had his blood mixed with chaotic feelings.
He didn't know if he wanted to fuck something or fight something. Fuck or fight. Fuck, fuck, fuck Zeva or fight that bitch with their back and forth, lashing out with brutal words that covered their sizzling attraction.
"This must be so hard for you." Zeva's sultry voice travelled across the room to where he was standing. He turned and paused. The room was instantly sprayed with her oud aroma. His dick hurt much worse now.
She was facing him, her hands behind her back as she pushed close the door. Her raunchy dress was back on, wet tendrils still clumped together. Her cheeks were flush, her slim throat working. She looked scrumptious.
He waited no second. As the door smashed closed, Javier strides to her, backing her up against the door with his chest.
His mouth snatched down to hers, her gasp of surprise gave him the invitation to sneak in his tongue. A moan shot out from her and it somewhere heated his already heated insides. She still wants me.
Abruptly, Zeva yanked away from his mouth. Grasping his jaw in the cup of her hand when he tried to lean back in, smacking his lips against hers but she pushed his face back. "How does that feel?"
What was she trying to do? Make him go crazy? He can't seem to think with all the blood rushing down to his cock. His analytical mind had stopped functioning and only primal thoughts swam around him. Lust. Envy. Betrayal. Hurt. These emotions hurled within him, making him impossible to stand. He was utterly dazed that the bitterness of sadness effected him so much.
He stared at her. "You know how it feels."
There was no more denying that something is fizzling between these two. They can't refuse to acknowledge this...particular bond they both had formed. Unknowingly.
Zeva's back straightened, comprehending the heavy lidded eyes looking back at her. With no hidden feelings. All out in the open. Shouldn't she feel that power simmering back in? Then, why is there only remote emptiness and the bile of something unpleasant lingering in her chest.
She pushed him back and he allowed it, tumbling backwards down into his chair. She fiddled with the fall of her dress. Giving him a withering stare, she opened the door again. "Now you know what it's like to fuck with me. I hope you learn something from this."
She closed the door, locking it without hearing his reply. Breathing out a long breath, she is failing with her revenge. She is gaining nothing in return. She strides back to the kitchen where Gabriel and Selena were seen quite close, mumbling to each other.
They both turned to Zeva when she entered, their hands crossed across their chest.
"What?"
"I told you doing this could have gone wrong." Selena tilted her head. A frown marring her face.
"But he didn't escape." Zeva pointed out as she took out a glass from the overhead cupboard and filled it with water from the tap.
"Zeva, she isn't talking about him. She is talking about you." Gabriel scratched his jaw.
Lifting the glass, she paused before she could taste the water. "What about me?"
Gabriel glanced at Selena with a knowing look, she stepped forward. "He means to say you might be...going a bit overboard with Javier."
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Romance"Such a waste for a pretty face." Zeva circled around him. Javier was tied to the chair. His hands bound behind him in a tight knot. His legs were stretched and tied to each leg of the chair. His mouth gagged. He made a garbled sound. "What's that...
