💜💜ALPHA BOYS💜💜CHAPTER 41&42

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  (The•Devil's•Plaything)
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By; Jack God'stime

"Mine..." he growled.

Zinnia pulled back slowly, looking up to him. His little smile has disappeared right now like it never happened. He's back to wearing his poker face.

"I'm not your...

"I dare you to finish that" he cut her off, and she bashed her lids, holding eyes with him.

The mad possessive look is back in his dark eyes, burning down her walls completely.

"Whatever" she muttered, stepping away from him to pick the flower he just dropped.

"So you've been jumping my window, do you do that with others too?" She faced him, sniffing the flowers gently.

He threw his weight on the bed, not shifting his gaze away from her at all.

"I use the door, but in your case, I prefer climbing through the window" he said.

"And the flowers?" She asked.

"They bear your name" he replied with a raise of his left brow.

"So you just decided to buy them for me cos they bear my name?" She asked, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks, but she failed woefully.

Her cheeks reddened so much it almost took over her face. Killian smirked when he saw that, and she suddenly dropped the flowers.

"I'll be right back" she rushed out of the room.

Killian was about to start wondering what she's up to when he sighted Ms. Cuddles on the bed beside him.

The stupid teddy she hugs every night... Is it weird that he hates a teddy?

He took the teddy, and Zinnia returned to the room with a porcelain flower pot.

She set the flowers into the pot and placed it on her bedstand.

Killian watched her with keen eyes as she rubbed the pot body.

She suddenly turned back when she felt his gaze, and her eyes widened when she saw the teddy with him.

He's squeezing the innocent plushie's neck!

"Don't touch that!" She rushed to take it from him, but he raised it up.

When she tried jumping to get it, her legs got hooked between his knees, and before she knew it, she already landed on the bed with him, her breàsts pressing on his chin.

"Who gave it to you?" He asked in a whisper.

"My late mother, please stop squeezing it" she literally begged, and his eyes turned feral.

"Should I squeeze something else then?"

His voice came lower than before, his eyes darting to her bôobs.

"What do you want?" She asked suspiciously.

"Take off your night gown" he replied, and she bit her lip.

"Cameo...

Damn it... It's the low seductive voice again, the one she shouldn't be using in front of him.

"Do I need to tell you again? I'll rip it if I do it myself" he said, his darkened gaze meeting hers in a challenge for dominance.

A part of her is tempted to let him rip the gown, but the other part pulled the gown over her head and threw it somewhere beside herself.

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