"Fine then. I'll do as you say," she muttered. Her lips curved into a smile, one that reached her eyes, masking the anxiety beneath. With surprising grace, she slid her hands up to his neck, pulling him closer while their lips almost clashed. "I wish Mr. Zane would go gentle with me," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Zane's frown deepened. Confusion mixed with annoyance flashed through him at her unexpected yet brazen touch. He expected her to quiver and beg.
His gaze flickered, darkening as something dangerous smoldered beneath the surface. "Don't dare trick me," he warned, his voice tight, sharp with warning.
"I'm not tricking you," she replied softly, her tone unwavering, yet laced with a subtle vulnerability. Her fingers slid into his dark hair, massaging the scalp with deliberate tenderness. "I find this fiery side of you quite appealing. It makes you even more irresistible," she added, nibbling on her bottom lip in a silent allure.
Zane snorted at her, sweet-mouthing him. "You're playing with fire, Selina," he muttered, though there was a softening in his words, the sharp edges beginning to dull under the weight of her touch.
"Then let me burn in the flames with you," she responded, her voice steady and unwavering.
Her proclamation did not touch Zane, which he believed was insincere. Driven by something darker, a compulsion to take her, make her pay for the sins of her father, clouded his instinct. He had no desire to engage in a passionate night or pleasure.
As he tightened his grip on her wrist, attempting to halt the mesmerizing massage she was delivering to his body, Selina was quick to seize the moment with a desire glint in her eye.
In one swift motion, she tiptoed up to his height, capturing his cupid's bow lips in a slow, sultry kiss—urgent enough to leave him momentarily stunned. She didn't break the kiss as her hand glided over his broad, well-built chest, fingers tracing the fabric, teasing the buttons undone. Her tongue explored the depths of his mouth in a passionate dance, searching for a response.
Zane stood frozen, eyes wide with surprise. Her mesmerizing touch, her sincere yet deliberate words, and the way she kissed him as if she owned him—all shook the walls around his steely heart, sending his pulse racing in a way he couldn't understand. He was nearly breathless.
What was she doing to me? This weird feeling, I forbade them. He narrowed his brow, shutting down the unwelcome stirrings within and sealing them off with unwavering grudges.
A pang of frustration cut through her nerves as Selina's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Zane's. Their gazes collided in a sharp and unyielding stare.
The intensity of his stare felt like a blade pressed to her forehead, the sharp point threatening with the weight of a death sentence. She wasn't certain if she had pissed him off.
The air thickened, heavy with tension, as silence settled between them. The moment seemed fragile, teetering on the edge, as if the outcome was uncertain.
She wondered if he was a statue. Maybe an Alpha werewolf who anyone can't tame his beast and is impossible to seduce.
She wanted to escape, but she felt trapped, pinned between him and the wall.
"What a useless effort," Zane snarled.
He once again underestimated her innocence, failing to see through her schemes to pull him into her charm, trying to flip the tables on him.
"You shouldn't be upset, Mr. Zane," Selina's voice came in an awkward tone as she twisted her face. "I was only doing what you wanted."
"Get on the bed and spread your legs," he commanded, his voice cold and heavy, void of any hint of desire. "I want to see all of you."
Without protest, feeling powerless, Selina climbed onto the soft bed. Her nervousness bloomed in the pit of her stomach, mingling with the bead of sweat that surged across her skin. Her heart raced loudly, hammering in her chest.
Her eyes fell away from his piercing gaze, a strange emptiness in them. She felt as if her flawless figure couldn't even stir his desire. It left her with a cocktail of emotions—something between cruelty and impatience, as if he were waiting for the moment to consume her.
The tension between them thickened, heavy with a doom far more potent than desire.
And yet, despite the flicker of hesitation in his eyes, his gaze drank in her flawless curves with a hunger that both unsettled and ignited him. Heat surged through him—arousal warring with restraint as he slowly slid off his trousers, leaving his bare skin exposed.
Selina's eyes widened at the sight of him bare. She swallowed hard, warmth flooding her cheeks as her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
Calm down, Selina, she chanted silently. It might hurt. Stay strong.
She clutched the soft blanket beneath her as Zane climbed onto the bed, his body hovering above hers. His cool, slender fingers slid into hers, intertwining their hands in a firm, possessive hold pinned above her head.
"Since you're ignorant of your own desires," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "I'll show you what hellish flames feel like." His icy fingers traced her thigh, sliding between her legs.
"I'm doomed," Selina whispered in her head as she felt his finger around her folds, his other hand cupping her breast, squeezing with a slow, deliberate touch.
Her body arched, chest rising and falling, as a wave of bliss washed over her, releasing soft moans she never imagined could escape in such a situation. His touch was intoxicating, breaking down the subtle resistance within her. She shouldn't feel this way, given the situation—but his touch sent her spiraling, driving her wild with desire.
She had never known such pleasure before.
But when his touch faltered, replaced by a sharp thrust from his finger, the pain surged, unexpected.
"Ouch," she winced, her body trembling as her face contorting in an expression he caught with a glance.
He seemed surprised.
A devilish smile curved his lips, like a predator drawn to his prey. "You're so tight. Seems I'll be the first to savor every inch of you, you're all mine tonight." he whispered in a breathless, possessive tone, making her heart flutter.
"Will it hurt much?" she whispered, as the tip of his manhood teased her entrance, eager and impatient to breach.
Zane leaned in close, his warm breath brushing her neck. "You can choose to cry and beg for mercy. Perhaps you endure it. The decision is yours." He whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through her nerves.
"Fine then," Selina's eyes went shut in a reluctant acceptance. She could only pray it wouldn't hurt as much as he promised.
Whatever he wanted to do with her, she would try to endure it.
As he tormented her breast with his touch, his lips tracing a cruel path down her skin, Selina's breath hitched at the pain of his harsh thrust.
"AHH… it hurts!" she cried out, her body shuddering beneath him. Tears blurred her vision as the sting coursed through her, raw and unrelenting.
Zane's gaze hardened, cold and unforgiving. Sweat dripped down her spine as his words chilled her to the bone. "I told you," he sneered. "I won't give you pleasure."
"Please... be gentle," she pleaded, her voice a quiver of desperate hope.
Zane snorted, his lips curved into a dark amusement. "Don't delude yourself. I'm no gentleman."
He could feel the anticipation she had tried to build between them, but he shattered it with brutal force. Without warning, he thrust into her, and her scream pierced the thick, tense air.
As he claimed her, it was without mercy, a brutal and relentless act. Pain shot through her, tears clouding in her eyes as her heart cracked bitterly under the weight of his cold, emotionless gaze. It taunted her, reminding her of her helplessness, her vulnerability.
The man she had known to be gentle was gone, replaced by someone she didn't recognize. His eyes were now cold, filled with frightening emotions.
Selina's breath came in slow, shaky gasps as the intensity of their intimacy began to fade, leaving behind a sensation that felt both endless and hellish. Zane pulled away, leaving her lying on the bed, still aching from their encounter.
He stood, walked out of the room without a word, and left her behind, without a glance
Alone, Selina remained still for a moment, her body too weak to move. She tried to stand up slowly, but her legs betrayed her, and she stumbled, catching herself with a soft thud on the floor.
"Ahh…" she sighed, exhaustion bubbling within her.
That heartless Devil had lured her into this and then left her disoriented. Yet, there was something about their raw moment that left her with a strange, unshakable sense of pleasure.
Coyly, Selina's fingers brushed through her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip, a slow, involuntary motion as the thought of how he'd claimed her wholly lingered, stirring something deep inside.
With a deep breath, she pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower brought a soothing relief, washing away the discomfort and easing the ache that had settled into her body.