"𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 ," Kiaan's low, husky voice commanded, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
I swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. "W-what?" I stammered, trying to hide the tremble in my voice.
Kiaan's face darkened, h...
In the dim glow of the lavishly appointed room, shadows clung to every corner, mingling with the faintest tendrils of smoke that wafted in from the open balcony door. Her pulse pounded louder than the muted beat of music seeping through the walls, every throb sending waves of warmth through her veins. Her nerves were ablaze, every sensation intensified to the point of pain, her skin hypersensitive, her heart hammering in her chest as she battled a desperation she barely understood. She had underestimated the effect of the drug-the one he'd warned her about with that lethal mix of anger and concern, the one she'd defiantly ingested, thinking she could handle it.
She hadn't taken his words seriously when he told her to stay away. He had always been one to command, to control and possess, issuing his orders with an authority she'd often brushed off. But now, as the drug's relentless grip took hold, she could feel her willpower evaporating, melting under a tidal wave of desire that burned away her pride and left her craving him with an intensity she could hardly stand.
Then, as if her need had somehow summoned him, he was there, stepping into the room with his usual quiet menace. His eyes immediately found her, taking in the flush on her skin, the tremble in her limbs, and something dark and dangerous flickered in his gaze. He knew.
"I told you to stay away from it, didn't I?" His voice, a rough murmur, echoed like thunder in the stillness, each word fanning the flames inside her. He advanced slowly, his movements measured, purposeful, as if each step were a carefully calculated move in a game he intended to win. And with each inch he closed, her self-control slipped further away.
Her vision blurred, her thoughts scattering. All she knew was the ache that pulsed in her, fierce and relentless, gnawing at her insides. She wanted him, needed him, beyond any rationale, beyond any trace of common sense. Her legs felt unsteady as she took a step forward, her hand lifting as if of its own accord, reaching out to touch him, her breath catching as their eyes locked.
"Please..." The word escaped her lips in a whisper, laced with a vulnerability she hadn't meant to reveal, filled with a longing she was powerless to conceal. Her gaze held his, her heart thundering as she looked up into those unreadable eyes, silently begging him to end her torment.
He tilted his head, observing her, a flicker of satisfaction dancing across his features as the silence between them deepened, thick and electric. Then, his fingers brushed along her cheek, trailing down to the sensitive skin of her neck, each caress like a spark igniting the storm of desire within her, until she thought she might burst from the need alone.
"This is what happens when you don't listen," he murmured, a hint of smugness coloring his tone, though his hand never left her skin. She could feel the tension in him, the iron control that only made her own restraint crumble faster. She shivered under his touch, a soft, helpless whimper escaping her as her grip tightened on his shirt, drawing him closer.
All pretense, all resistance had vanished, leaving her stripped bare, exposed, raw. The drug had shattered her defenses, leaving her vulnerable and hungry, beyond reason. Her voice was barely audible, a choked whisper as her fingers fisted in his shirt, her gaze locked onto his.
"I can't take it anymore... I need you."
A flash of something dark lit his eyes, his restraint wavering as his hand slid around her waist, drawing her flush against him. His breath was warm against her ear, his words sending a shiver through her that only amplified her need.
"Then give in," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, each syllable dripping with the promise of everything she craved and everything she feared.
Her pulse quickened as his mouth found hers, his touch obliterating all thoughts, all doubts.
He lost all of his self control after that which led to a night full of passion and desire they had bottled up for so long.
The twist is yet to unfold!
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