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💜💜ALPHA BOYS 💜 💜CHAPTER 15&16

  (The•Devil's•Plaything)
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CHAPTER 15&16

By; Jack God'stime

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"If I answer your first question, you're taking off your SKIRT, shall we start?" He said, standing up gallantly.

Zinnia bashed her lids repeatedly as she stared at his figure which towered above her.

She looked for a sign that what he just said was a joke, but nah, Killian Alpha is not the jovial one.

He means every word that comes out of his corrupt mouth.

"What vulgar rule is that? I refuse" she said bluntly.

"Well then, we can go over to my questions" he replied simply, sitting back.

"You don't have plans to answer my questions anymore, right? That's why you made the rule cos you knew I wouldn't agree" she raised her lashes.

"Have you ever dated?" He asked his first question, ignoring her words.

"Huh?" She sounded, obviously not expecting that question.

"What's your ex's name? Was he Italian? " He asked, balancing his eyes on hers.

"Why should i tell you that? " She questioned back uncomfortably, and he rubbed his crotch.

"There are no limits to the questions. I see no reason why you should decline, Little Flower" he said, his voice surprisingly calm, but even the calmness is lethargic.

"I'm not gonna answer that. You can ask another question or we can go back to school" she replied and stood. taking her backpack.

She walked to the door but couldn't open it.

She kept pulling at the knob, but it didn't work no matter how hard she tried.

She turned around to question him, and she jumped frightfully when she saw him behind herself already.

Before she could protest, he gripped her two hands and raised them up above her head, pinning them tightly on the wall while his body pressed pretty much on hers.

His scent invaded the privacy of her insides again, and his hot clean breath fanned her face. She inhaled it without planning to.

Struggling will only put ideas in his head, she knows that, so she stayed still.

"Let go of me" she talked, not looking up at him.

Her eyes stayed on his chest, and she noticed the necklace he's wearing.

The pendant is a bullet, and there are dried bloodstains on it like it's from the 90s or something.

"You're not leaving till you answer my three questions, properly" he said gravelly, but she kept quiet.

One of the memories she wants to forget permanently is the memory of her ex. Yes, she dated once, and it ended in tears.

"I hate silence, madly. You might wanna start talking" he said in a warning tone again.

Silence.

His right hand snaked under her skirt, and she gasped when she felt his fingers between her thighs.

"You always want the hard way, and have I told you that's what makes you special? Fiorella?" He said, tracing his fingers on her sensitive skin.

(Fiorella is the Italian translation of Little Flower)

Zinnia couldn't move, she kept her eyes low and her body still as his fingers went higher between her thighs.

Usually, she wears boy shorts under her skirt, but this morning...she was in a hurry to get to school early, so the only thing under her skirt right now is her net panty.