Episode| IV- Youll Learn
Dirty thoughts crept into her mind. She looked at him as if he were a god.
No matter how many times she told herself to look away, her eyes refused to listen.
The alluring scent he carried took her breath away.
It was like she was staring through him, her gaze locked, frozen in place.
Her core heated, pulsing with a sudden urgency, as though something nimble and moist slipped beneath her panties.
He was chatting with his men, their heads raised to greet him, unaware of the war raging inside her.
His creamy tan complexion looked like the sun would roll off his skin if it could. His skin, so smooth, seemed like it would melt at the touch, begging to be licked, tasted, savored like vanilla and cinnamon—though she knew that wasn't quite right.
"Girl, what are you doing? Bow." Christie's voice snapped through her trance as she shoved Ayana's head down.
Ayana choked on her breath but couldn't resist sneaking a glance back up.
The moment she did, he was staring directly at her.
His eyes held the intense, heated look of a wolf in heat.
She shuddered, every nerve in her body lit up.
It felt like a wave of warmth surged through her, even though there had been no contact.
If she were an Omega, he would be her Alpha, she thought. He moved like a wolf, intent on marking her, claiming her body with raw, animalistic lust. Modesty flew out the window. Her thoughts were indecent, but his gaze was intimate—so intimate that her tongue curled as she whispered, "Intimate?"
Christie glanced at her from the side of her eyes, picking up on her distraction.
Basket, standing beside her, seemed to glide like a shadow, moving silently as he put a finger to his lips.
He extended his hand to Christie, and she took it without hesitation.
Ayana was left alone, still locked in her position.
Unbeknownst to her, Block had already started walking toward her.
His scent hit her first, pulling her out of the daze. She lifted herself from the bow but didn't dare break eye contact with him. Block rubbed his palms together, biting his lip as he grinned.
"You like what you see?" he asked, voice low, teasing.
She didn't answer, her eyes still fixed on his lips, which looked so kissable. If time could stop for both of them... she wondered what might happen.
"No, I don't like what I see," she finally sneered, turning to walk away.
Block's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. "Come here, girl. I didn't say you could leave."
She tried to jerk her arm free, but his grip only tightened. Slowly, his eyes traced the curves of her body, lingering before making their way back to her face. He glanced at her hair, then her lips. Block reached up, gently brushing his fingers against her ear. The touch made her shudder.
"This dress..." he said with a grin, "Where'd you get it?"
Ayana shrugged, her eyes darting to find Christie.
Block followed her gaze and seemed to guess where it came from.
Without warning, he yanked her toward him, their bodies colliding.
She wanted to push him away, but her hands betrayed her, resting lightly on his chest. His hazel eyes pulled her in, her thoughts turning fuzzy.
Her breath came in shallow bursts. If anyone listened closely, they could hear the thudding of her heart.
Ayana pressed her palm against his chest again, but it was no use.
His grip on her waist only tightened, and she let out an involuntary grunt, her body responding to him despite her mind screaming otherwise.
Block licked his lips, inhaling softly, his chest rising, and then exhaled, his chest falling with a soft sigh.
His left brow raised slightly as he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly.
Then, in front of everyone, he grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly.
Ayana's eyes widened in shock. She quickly broke eye contact and pushed at his chest, but he didn't let go.
"Let me go!" she snapped, anger flashing in her eyes.
Her defiance only seemed to fuel his desire. He released her momentarily, only to grab her arm and pull her into a nearby room. The door slammed shut behind them.
Block didn't speak. His eyes burned with lust, and Ayana could sense the danger in the air. He wanted obedience. Rebellion wasn't something he tolerated. Slowly, he loosened his tie, pulling it off as he started to unbutton his jacket.
Ayana's mind raced. She knew where this was heading and tried to knee him, but he was faster.
"You'll learn," he growled, his voice deep and husky. His hand shot up, gripping her neck as he shoved her against the wall. "Oh yes, baby girl, you'll fucking learn."
With quick, efficient movements, he wrapped his tie around her wrists, looping it three times before tying a tight knot.
"Ouch," she muttered, the restraint biting into her skin.
"That's nothing," he whispered, so low she barely heard him.
He raised her bound arms and hooked them onto a heavy metal coat rack nearby, her feet barely touching the floor.
"You can't do this!" she hissed, panic creeping into her voice.
Block grinned wickedly. "But I can."
His hand slid down to lift her thigh, pressing it against the wall. He leaned in, his lips brushing her neck as he whispered, "If I fuck you here, you'll learn real quick." His voice was dark, dripping with dangerous intent.
Ayana's heart raced. She wanted to scream, but deep down, she knew no one would help her. "Please," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Haven't you done enough?"
Block ignored her, slipping one finger into her, sending a shock through her system. Her head rolled back, and she bit her lip, struggling to contain the moan that threatened to escape. He bit down hard on her collarbone, breaking the skin, the pain mingling with the heat coursing through her body.
"Aye, have you ever been fucked before?" he asked, his voice thick with lust, as his finger moved back and forth, torturing her.
Ayana couldn't answer. The sensations were overwhelming. Her lips parted, forming a silent "O" as he pushed further, deeper.
"Your pussy's so wet. I can tell you've never been fucked right before. Let's see if I can fix that."
He lifted her leg higher, pressing it up against the wall, nearly to her chest. She was more flexible than she thought.
"I'm going to add two more," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
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