CLAIMED

6

No. No, no, no. NO! This can’t be happening. WHY? Why did his touch—or rather, that pup almost strangling her to death earlier—turn Leah on to a level beyond the mortal realm? It fueled her up with this strong urge to ravage that arrogant little pup.

Ugh! She doesn’t even like that little twerp like that. In fact, she hated that little punk to the core from the moment she saw his face.

Leah can’t wait for her strength to be restored to the point where she can overpower the effect of the white onyx used to make this cell, thus freeing herself to teach that brat a lesson. She will also punch that Ezekiel brat in the face for poisoning her and making her undergo such humiliation. That she promised.

However, her body seems to think differently regarding that young sovereign. Right now, as she lay in this wretched cell, all that occupied her mind for what felt like forever was him. His handsome bearded face, warrior-type physique, his desirable stench, and that bulge below his waist hours ago. Impressive. For a pup, that is.

That old dog might be right. She might have claimed that pup, and now they are probably bound to each other for eternity. How else could she explain this sudden carnal desire that possessed her?

How did it happen, though? The better question is, how does she stop this before it gets worse? Well, it has already reached that level. And it seems that it will only grow stronger beyond her will; then she will do something she might regret. Or not.

Maybe relinquishing her claim on him would do the trick and save her from this horrible fate of being stuck with that weak piece of trash. But that would be dangerous for them, and more importantly, for her. She might not know a lot about claiming someone. But she definitely knows that people avoid doing so, and for good reasons too. Breaking a claim on someone is also not an easy task.

Ugh! How long will this last? This feeling of pleasurable torture. Even her undies are now drowning in the drooling of her starving private part.

Something tells her that if she doesn’t have intercourse, preferably with that arrogant sovereign pup, she will lose her sanity. And speaking of sanity, again, she is hallucinating the source of her torment. His irresistible and yet intoxicating stench was drowning her.

“Please, stop haunting me!” She closed her eyes, hoping he would just disappear. After all, he’s a figment of her imagination. However, when he didn’t go away like all the other thousand times, her mind conjured him up for hours all day. She got up from the floor, caressing his torso, and when she confirmed that he was really there, she quickly retracted her hands.

“What have you done to me?” Kazan asked with a bit of difficulty. Her hands feeling on him just now caught him off guard and messed him up. Her touch also made him really anxious and excited down there. And as for why he’s here at this hour—one a.m., to be exact—he couldn’t sleep in peace. Damn it, he failed to resist the temptation to come see her after all the effort he put into doing so.

“Me? What have you done to me?” She retorted while blushing. She never blushes.

“You were the one who attacked me that time. I’ve never been the same since then.” Kazan felt his chest tighten as he exchanged words with her. It’s like all the oxygen was being sucked from the area at a rapid pace.

“Maybe you have gone mad.” Leah breathes as a means to suppress her carnal urges.

“For you. Yes.” Sh*t! What is he saying? He hates this woman, but despite how much he thinks she is a rotten and sly woman, his body feels differently. It wants nothing more than to be connected to her.

“Then let me out of here.” She tried to trick him into releasing her from this prison. Well, she hopes that is the only reason. That’s not the only reason.

“No.” Kazan turned away from her. Though he really wanted to do so to be with her, he can’t. She’s a criminal who should be punished. But the way he’s feeling about her, that won’t be easy for him to do. Well, only if the punishment is f*cking the f*ck out of her. Damn! He knew it was a bad idea to come here again, and yet he’s here again.

“If you didn’t come here to release me, then why are you here at this hour of the night?” Leah asked, though she already knew the answer to that.

“You already know why?” He lowered his head and replied raspily. It is so hard to be in the presence of the object of his affection and not be able to hold it tight. It’s driving him crazy.

Something about this wretched woman quaked his very soul and stirred up strong urges of lust within him.

No surprise there. Her body, simply put, is a perfect work of art. Plus, she has a perfect behind too. And her bright brown eyes, which are like precious jewels, within them hold the power to bewitch every man on this planet—making them go crazy with desires, like it’s doing to him right now. And don’t get him started on those lips. They were like a beacon calling out to him, begging to be devoured.

“Then enough talking. Let’s have sex,” Leah demanded. She might as well get this over with and done. Let’s see if his lower half performance is as good as he looks.