Zoro and his Assassin

Next Day

Anya's POV

I knew the man was trouble. How could he just send me to my quarters after giving me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life?. It infuriated me how composed he seemed, despite the evidence to the contrary. Sure, his pants were still bulging, and his breathing was just a tad uneven, but compared to the state I was in, he might as well have been carved from stone

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat, and I was struggling to catch my breath. I'm pretty sure I'd forgotten to breathe while kissing him, and now my lungs were on fire, punishing me for the oversight. My thighs were trembling, barely supporting me, I felt weak and tingly.

And honestly, all I wanted was to haul his ass back to me and ravage him. How could he ask me to leave when I was feeling like this? Sure, I wasn't a mess of frustration anymore, but I still needed so much more from him. The release he'd given was like a fire that had been stoked instead of extinguished. It felt impossible to walk away when every part of me was still screaming for him.

How did the tables turn so much? Just a few hours ago, I was hating him and trying to run away, and now I was nothing but mush. The thought of walking away from him felt physically painful. What magic did this man have? I was desperate to touch him again, but he seemed content to let me go. He was busy watching the stupid sunrise while I was unraveling inside.

I huffed and started walking toward the quarters, when I feel him chuckle behind me. It irked me enough to swing back around, ready to blast him with every frustrated thought in my head. But before I could say a word, he loomed up close, his presence instantly making my pulse race.

"Still angry, Princess? Was that not enough pleasure to tide you over for one more day?" he teased, his grin maddeningly smug. "I'm glad you find that unsatisfactory because it means my end of the bargain isn't completed yet."

"I am a man of my word," he murmured, he is no longer smirking at me - voice dark and full of promise. "You asked for release, and you'll get it—again and again—until you're begging me to stop. But I won't stop, Princess, not until I've wrung every drop of pleasure from your body. I suggest you rest up. You'll need it for what I have planned for you." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Remember to meet me at the pub."

I blink up at him, his words have desire pooling at my still sensitive core, I am unable to move past the 'Again and again" I was going to do something stupid, I could feel it in my bones. I took another step closer to Zoro and was about to throw myself at his feet when we both heard a shuffle.

Zoro swirled around, his sword at the ready, while I instinctively jumped back, crouching low, prepared to pounce. But it wasn't an enemy. It was Robin.

Her eyes flicked over to Zoro first, taking in his flushed face and the unmistakable purple hickey on his neck. Then she looked at me, and a knowing smile spread across her face.

"Well, well, well," she said, clearly amused. "I think I just lost a bet with Sanji."

Robin walked away, laughing to herself, leaving Zoro and me standing there, utterly confused.

"What was that about?" I asked, scratching my head.

Zoro shrugged, looking surprisingly unbothered. "I think the shitty cook and Robin made a bet about us."

I glanced over at him, trying to gauge his reaction, but he almost seemed to be smiling.

"The whole crew is stupid," I grumbled, stomping off thankful that Robin's interruption had stopped me from embarrassing myself beyond saving. 

I was going to get some sleep and then prepare myself for meeting Zoro in the Pub. He would not be the one grinning or looking unbothered by the time I finish with him.....poor boy has no idea what he had gotten himself into. I was gonna eat him alive. I give myself the pep talk i deserve and try not to delve into the fact that I was giddily waiting for the ship to reach the Port.