chapter 28
Zloban
This woman is testing the limits of my patience. She does one thing, I recover from its impact, and before I can fully regain my composure, she does another.
“When will he come to pick you?” Mom asks.
I had been having dinner with Mom and Dad when she arrived, took a few bites from my plate, chatted here and there, and then announced her night out with Roxion.
Losing my appetite, I rise and nod to Mom and Dad, bidding them good night, then follow her. I catch up to her at the penthouse door, where she is entering the code.
“You’re not going out,” I say.
She hums softly. “Anything else, brother dearest?”
The door opens, and she steps inside. I follow her to her room. I need to have a serious conversation. This is the second time today she has called me brother, and it is driving me insane.
I enter her room and close the door behind me.
She spins on her heel, hands on her hips. “What do you want now?”
“I want you to stop acting like a spoiled brat.”
She steps closer, a fierce blaze igniting in her eyes. “Can you hear yourself, Zoan? Me going out with a man I’m going to marry in just four nights makes me a spoiled brat?”
She jabs at my chest. “I am not a spoiled brat. You are a confused brat. You don’t even know how you’re supposed to behave.”
She takes a step back and smirks. “Let me help you. All you need to do is behave like a brother.”
I walk closer to her, and she moves back until the back of her knees hit the bed.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I. Am. Not. Your. Brother.”
She sits on her bed, never leaving my eyes.
“Then what are you? If you’re not my brother, what right do you have to interfere in my life like this? Whether I go out with my future husband or not, how is that your business? Whoever the fuck I fuck should not be something you give a fuck about.”
I clench my jaw and push her down, then pick her up and throw her onto the center of the bed. She yelps at the impact. I remove my shoes, climb onto the bed, and pull off my belt.
“What are you doing?” she asks, moving away from me.
“What? Are you afraid of your brother?”
She scrambles toward the other side of the bed. I grab her ankle and yank her back toward me. She screams. Caging her body between me and the bed, I press her down against the mattress with my weight.
“Zoan, leave me!” she screams.
I seize her wrists, pull them above her head, and tie them with my belt to the headboard. Her eyes dart between my face and her restrained hands.
“Why are you tying me?”
“Stay here till morning.” I plant my hands on either side of her face.
“Are you crazy?” she shouts.
I grip her chin. “Very. Very crazy.”
Her face flushes red with anger, her brows pulled tight, her chest rising and falling with sharp, furious breaths.
I’ve never seen her this angry before. And I love her anger, just like I love every other part of her, except when she snatches control from me and drives me to make uncalculated decisions.
“You can tie me today, tomorrow… let’s say for four more nights. Then what? I’m marrying him. Do you understand? I will live with him.”
My jaw tightens from the pressure of my molars clenching, and she can see it. She sees the control slipping from me.
She smiles, a wicked, taunting smile. A smile that promises my ruin.
“And he will fuck me on the fifth night, dear broth—”
She jolts when my fist slams into the headboard, splintering wood where bone meets it. The bed shudders, my vision blurs with rage.
I seize her neck, squeezing just tight enough to remind her how easily I could break it. But she knows I won’t. She keeps glaring at me, unflinching.
“None of this will change the truth.”
I lower my face to hers, release her throat, and press my lips against the delicate column of her neck before sinking my teeth into her skin.
“Not speaking the truth will be safer for you,” I growl against her creamy skin, my words muffled as I nibble along her neck.
But the spinning in my head, the molten rush of fury in my veins, doesn’t ease, not when she pours oil into the fire by moaning. A sound I’ve never heard from her lips before. A sound that brands itself into my skull the instant it escapes her. I need more of it.
I suck harder, biting all over her neck, marking her, her moans filling the hollow inside me.
But it’s not enough.
I drag her loose T-shirt upward, baring the soft lace of a bra that fails miserably to hide the sharp peaks of her hardened nipples.
I push her bra down, exposing the exquisite roundness of her breasts. Holding the fabric in place, I take one of her nipples into my mouth. She arches up, offering me more, and I take it like the greedy bastard I am. A fucked-up, greedy bastard doing the very thing he shouldn’t.
I suck harder, pulling another moan from her lips that drowns out every rational thought. Her thighs press together, rubbing desperately to relieve the ache I’m fueling inside her.
I leave her swollen nipple with a wet pop and move down, forcing her legs apart before settling between them.
“Zoan,” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“What am I to you, Dove?” My voice is sharp.
She licks her lips. “You know what you are to me.”
I grip the waistband of her shorts. “Brother?” The word is scorn, spat out with mockery.
“Umm… brother,” she breathes.
I look up at her face, rage and hunger burning through me, and then slide her shorts down in one rough pull—panties and all. She stares at me, her bare breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath. The sight sears itself into me, impossible to erase. Not that I ever want to.
My eyes trail lower, slowly, until they land on the glistening pink of her pussy spread open before me. My lungs tighten. I should never have crossed this line.
And yet, I bend over her, press my tongue flat against her, and drag it in one long, claiming lick from her entrance to her clit. My eyes close as her intoxicating taste hits my tongue, thick and sweet like sin itself.
She cries out, her back arching violently off the mattress.
I look up at her. “Watch me, Dove. Watch me eating you. I’ll keep devouring you, and you’ll keep watching, until you understand, I’m not your brother.”
Her half-lidded eyes, drunk and golden, lock on mine as I bury my face between her thighs. I lick, suck, and feed on her like a man starved, never once looking away from her gaze while I consume every drop she gives me.
She closes her eyes, breathing hard. I stop.
She looks down again. I give her an appreciative suck on her clit.
Her head falls back, her loud moan filling the room.
She looks down again before I can stop. I don’t want to stop either.
I want to keep feeding on her, make her moan my name.
That’s how it feels right. I grab her ass and pull her up, moving my tongue inside her.
A fresh wave of juices meets the tip of my tongue. My eyes close again. Fuck. This is addictive, and I hate addiction.
I suck her clit, she shudders, crying out and writhing on the bed. I watch the mesmerizing sight while savoring every drop of her warmth.
I redress her and get off the bed. She watches me with barely open eyes and labored breaths. The sound of her hard breathing echoes in the silence between us.
“Where are you going?” she asks urgently as I turn.
“I have a dick, and it’s about to explode,” I say without turning, walking out of her room.
Avira
What do I do with the information that he has a dick and it’s about to explode?
A voice that has read all sorts of smut speaks in my head. “You should have offered him a blowjob.”
I don’t have any practical knowledge of doing that. Theoretically, I have enough to write a research paper. But many people say what is written in books is not true, they write sex that’s beyond reality.
I don’t know about other things, but the orgasm his mouth just gave me was beyond reality for sure.
A shiver runs down from my tied hands to my toes.
My body starts aching for that experience again.
A fresh surge of warmth comes out of me, filling the place where his tongue had just been minutes ago.
I think I’m feeling some sort of aftereffect from my first orgasm. A grin spreads across my face, this was better than what I expected for my first orgasm. In my head, there is a folder named First Orgasm Scenarios, and in each one of them, Zloban is doing all sorts of things with me.
I rub my thighs together. God, I have become a horny she-wolf in heat just after having one experience. This is all because of that damned Zloban, he made me fly in high clouds and then leave me here, tied to my own bed. Jealous bastard.
I grin at my victory. I had no plan of going out with Roxion. The plan was to make him jealous, and it worked better than I could have hoped. If it hadn’t worked, I would have gone to Lyn’s apartment where Wen is also staying tonight. But now, I’m stuck here.
Where has he gone, by the way? The question only crosses my mind now.
Well, this head was too busy replaying that erotic scene.
Has he gone out to fuck someone else? My mood sours.
The she-wolf dies. I will chop his dick off if he has gone to fuck someone.
I even saved my first orgasm for him and he must have fucked half the country.
I’m sure of it. The way he made me come undone, like a trained professional with a resume full of experience, I can bet my life he’s fucked all those girls in the rumours. Now I know they were not rumours.
I grit my teeth, trying to pull out of his belt.
I give up four seconds after starting. I love my skin, I’m not going to have it scraped. I take long, deep breaths to calm myself.
“It’s okay, Avira. So what if he is a little experienced?” I mutter.
“Little?” I frown.
“That bastard is pro. It doesn’t come from a little experience,” I shout at myself.
“Ok, calm down.” I need to calm down before I start shouting and kicking the bed. And what will happen from that? Leo and Wen are not at home. Mama and Daddy are not even in the same apartment. And that bloody Zloban, he must have also gone out to have his ‘about-to-explode’ dick taken care of.
Frustration boils in my chest, burning my eyes. I hate mad tears, they start in frustration and end when I become thoroughly depressed.
My sobs stop when my door opens. I just wish it’s not my parents, how will I explain this to them? What is there to explain? I will tell them it’s Zloban’s doing. He will receive a nice lecture from them.
Zoan comes inside. So, he didn’t go out to fuck some hot girl. He’s changed into his sleep pajamas and looks freshly showered. A frown paints his forehead when he sees me.
He comes closer in quick strides and sits on the bed beside me. His hands cup my face as he gently wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes. With a hard expression, he lets go of my face and unties my wrists.
“I’m sorry,” he says, looking down at my wrists before lifting them to his lips and pressing a kiss to the red marks that must’ve appeared when I tried to pull free.
“Zoan, tell me honestly, how many women have you fucked?” I ask, pulling my hands away from his.
He meets my eyes. “None.”
I purse my lips. He sounds honest, and even looks honest, but it’s impossible to believe.
“Then how come you’re so good at it?”
He smirks. “Good at what?”
My face starts heating. I slap his shoulder. “Don’t tease me.”
Sitting up on the bed, I rest my back against the headboard. “Tell me honestly. No bullshit.”
“I’ve read and imagined,” he says, leaning back beside me. The headboard creaks when his shoulders meet it.
I take his hand and examine the back of it. There’s no injury. My thumb traces the ridges of his hard knuckles. “So, you’re saying without any experience, you’re that good at kissing, and all the other kinds of kissing?”
I shift and straddle him, my thighs tightening around his sides. The growing hardness beneath my ass brings the she-wolf in me back to life.
I press my palms against his chest, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath his T-shirt. “I’ve also read a lot about these things, but I can’t believe I’m as good as you are. And what about imagination?”
He tilts his head, watching me with that look that always makes me want to undress him. I mean, that used to make me want to go closer to him. Everything in my head has become lustified. Blame the she-wolf who is still in the heat of her first orgasm.
“I’ve read along with you,” he says, “although a lot less than what you’ve read, but more than enough.”
What the fuck. He has read my smut books with me. Has he hacked my phone and Kindle as well? Before I can recover from the shock of his first sentence, he drops the second one, and that one right into my ear, so that it echoes there forever.
“And I’ve imagined fucking you, eating you, kissing you, every day for the last three years.”
My breath sticks in my throat. Everything fades, leaving only his breath on my neck, and then his lips. I tilt my head back, offering him more. My fists clutch at his T-shirt. It feels like everything inside me has turned to liquid, drenching my panties.
“Zoan,” I call his name shakily.
“Hmm,” he hums, moving his lips along my throat.
“Kiss me,” I whisper.
“No, Dove,” he says softly, pulling away from my neck.
I force my eyes open and look at him.
“Why?”
He caresses my cheek with his knuckles. “I can’t take more than what I’ve already taken from you.”
“You’re not taking anything.” I frown.
“I am,” he says quietly. “I feed the emptiness inside me using your heart and your body, Dove. I should keep you away from me, but I’m so selfish.”
“You don’t have to keep me away from you, Zoan.” I blink rapidly to clear the blur in my vision. I’m so tired of this.
He catches the tear with his thumb before it can touch my cheek.