"Let's start. The quicker, the better," she said coldly, as if finalizing a business deal rather than inviting intimacy. Time passed, thick and heavy. The silence stretched until it cracked her composure. She sat up sharply, irritation flashing in her eyes.
"I didn't pay you to be a goddamn lamp in my room," she snapped, venom curling at the edge of her voice. Zayden flinched at her words, shame burning through him, but he moved-slowly, almost painfully. He moved toward her, hovered just above, their faces inches apart. And then their eyes locked.
The world hushed.
Her eyes-cold, breathtaking, unreadable-held something ancient. Pain maybe. Or power. Zayden couldn't tell. He couldn't move. He broke the moment first-pulling away and sitting beside her, head low, fists clenched.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked suddenly, her tone-sharp, accusing, furious. His silence was louder than a confession.
"That Fucking lying bitch," she hissed under her breath, storming toward the table. She poured herself a glass of scotch but before she could drink, Zayden took the glass and poured it over her chest.
"What the hell-"
But before she could finish, he pushed her gently but firmly against the side wall, his hand on her waist, his breath shaky.
Then, in one bold, reckless motion-he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the slick trail of scotch, from her cleavage to her collarbone.
And She froze.
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Zayden Hayes never intended to sell his body-until desperation backed him into a corner.
Seraphina Valencia wasn't looking for companionship-only control, release, and silence.
One night. One transaction.
But what begins as a cold exchange soon spirals into something far more dangerous.
Because some temptations are not meant to be resisted.
*She was fire wrapped in Silk, He was innocence wrapped in desperation; together, they burned.*
Ivy has been groomed to be the first female Don of the Greyson mafia since she was little. Her whole life revolves around preparing herself for the role. From all the combat training she had endured, to pursuing business in college. It was all in anticipation for this role.
But fate had another plan for her when she met Luke, a man who saved her and ultimately showed her what she's been missing in her life. Now, she has to decide if her ambitions are worth letting go for a shot at love.
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"I'm sorry I hurt you." I choked out the words. I truly am sorry. I'm fighting against myself so hard by now to not show him how much I yearned for his approval.
He takes two step forward, closing the gap between us and his hand reaches up and seize my throat, forcing me against the wall. His grip wasn't soft and loving, but filled with pain and bruising truth. He leaned closer and I felt his hot breath fanning my ear. "Not good enough, princess."
My hands started shaking, I fisted my skirt, trying my best to compose myself and stop that lone tear that's threatening to escape.
His rough palms gripped my face up to meet his raging eyes. I can see the bottled up rage and frustration bubbling to the top, threatening to spill over. But I also see that burning desire, the same one I'm fighting against. He wants me. But he also hates me. Two conflicting emotions together, battling inside him.
"You're angry."
"No shit, Sherlock."
I can tell he wants to hurt me, physically, emotionally, just as much as I have hurt him. And yet, whatever remnant of care that he possessed for me is holding him back. Forcing him to push back that need to inflict pain.
"Use me."
"What?" His harshness falters a little, surprised at my words.
My trembling hands slide against his hard chest, feeling the heat of his boiling rage.
I lean closer, my lips brushing lightly against his ear and I whispered. "Let it out. Punish me."
• MATURE THEMES 18+ •
Started: Oct 10, 2021
Finished: ???