<You've been a very bad girl and all bad girls deserve to be punished>
CHILE, I MIGHT HAVE TWEAKED THIS QUOTE. ;) MATURE CONTENT! (Fair warning: It's too intense, degrading and triggering. You have been warned so y'all shouldn't come for Zaddy Kian.)
|Jadesola|
"KIAN?" I called softly as I stepped into the suite. No reply.
Shutting the door behind me, I switched on the lights. The bed was smoothed, ironed sheets tucked tight over it. There was no creasing on the couch to indicate that someone had sat on it, much less laid on it either. Puzzled, I kept my purse on the nightstand and checked the bathroom. Empty.
Was he even back?
I let my gaze roam across every nook and crannies available, itching for a clue as to his whereabouts when the study door caught my attention. It was cracked open, slightly, a shaft of light from inside spewing onto the floor. I shifted closer and cocked my head in that direction for a moment, straining my ears. Muffled groans reached me.
Yes, he was definitely inside.
Relieved I'd found him, I moved to the vanity and checked myself out. No one, not even Kian with all his perceptiveness could figure out that I'd teared up earlier. And he wouldn't. The waterproof makeup on my face was still flawless, fire burning in my eyes, the red lipstick coating my lips, bold and inviting.
Satisfied with the presentable image before me, I tugged my gown low so that my cleavage was displayed further, my breasts surging upwards until they threatened to pop out. Flicking my twists to the side, I grabbed a perfume bottle, tilted my neck and sprayed on the floral scent, a sharp burst of apple fragrance enveloping the air.
It was time.
Placing the medium-sized bottle back on the vanity, I began trudging forward. As I walked, slower than a snail, my heart raced, blood roaring in my ears.
A part of me was scared and rightfully so. He had zoomed off in a bad mood so there was no telling the Kian that sat behind that door. Not only that, what I was about to do surpassed all other wily schemes I'd coined up. But he'd left me with no choice. Made me sink so low to this evil person who sought to destroy him. His career. His entire life.
It was risky, yes but that was my aim. To use my body to disarm him. Until he was putty, unable to resist the soft, arousing touch of a woman. Only then would I strike.
It's just a matter of having sex with him, Jade. There's nothing bad that can happen and he won't know what hit him. Besides, if plan A doesn't work, plan B would.
With that in mind, I swallowed hard, dispersing the cloud of fear that had descended on me. Then wiping my sweaty palms on the fabric of my gown, I put on a brave face, and opened the door.
Across the tiny room he sat, reclining on a chair, massive thighs spread wide, feet bare. His unbuttoned shirt was rolled up to his arms, biceps flexing and unflexing as he tipped a half-drunk whiskey bottle to his lips. Wisps of damp, blonde curls were plastered to his temple, hair tousled like he'd raked his fingers through the stands repeatedly. Needless to say, Kian drew a menacing picture, the air around him shimmering dangerously.
Suddenly, those bloodshot eyes met mine for a second before he dropped his gaze, rolling the whiskey bottle in his hands.
A tingle of desire and dread lanced through me. I'd just walked into the lair of a lion who hungered for prey and a part of me was already reacting to his ruthless charm. Stupid.
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On His Terms
Romance"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low. "Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don...
