chapter 38
Zloban
“Today is Christmas Eve, so we’ll wear couple outfits,” she grins, sitting on my bed on her knees, draped only in a towel. She doesn’t realize how much she’s tempting me to fuck her again.
“Where are those clothes?” I lean close, running my thumb over her cheek. “I need to have you dressed very quickly.”
“In my room,” she replies.
“Let’s go to your room.”
She slides down the bed and takes my hand. Once inside her room, she goes to her closet, pulls out a red t-shirt and black sweatpants, and hands them to me. I take the clothes, noticing a pair of red boxers with jingle bell prints. I raise my brows, examining the fabric.
She giggles. “Isn’t it cute?”
I hum. “Very cute.”
She tiptoes and kisses my cheek. “Wear them. I’ll change in the closet.”
She runs inside. I remove my robe and put on the underwear. I’ve never worn such a colorful piece before. Then I pull on the textured red t-shirt, and sweatpants. I run my hand through my hair.
She comes out of the closet, and my knees nearly give way.
She’s wearing a red dress, strapless, without shoulders or sleeves.
The neckline is low enough for me to see half of her breasts, and the hem barely reaches her ass.
With the slightest movement, I catch glimpses of her creamy cheeks.
But what makes my dick twitch the most are her thigh-high red-and-white socks.
I’m going to fuck her while she’s wearing only those socks.
She comes close to me. I grab handfuls of her ass and pull her closer. “How hungry are you?”
She grins. “Very hungry,” then pushes me away playfully and takes my hand. “And after dinner, we’ll watch a movie.”
We reach the dining room and take our seats.
The staff left early today, the food is set out in insulated serving vessels.
We uncover our bowls and steam rises from the noodles.
I lift the lid off another plate to reveal dumplings.
A larger serving dish placed between Avira and me contains warm pecan-pie filling.
“July is amazing,” Avira says with her mouth full of noodles.
“Was it your suggestion to prepare Chinese dishes?” I ask.
She nods, still chewing. The contrast between the dress she’s wearing and the way she’s eating is making something heat up inside me.
I decide not to stare at her while we eat so that both of us can have our dinner in peace.
But this little demon never lets me stick to my plan, no matter how big or small.
“Zoan, I have to ask you something.”
I swallow and nod. She’s already filled her mouth again, I take another bite, her eating pace is slow, she’d barely get halfway through her plate while I could finish mine twice over.
“I have a friend,” she says, chewing. I pop a dumpling into my mouth.
“She loves someone. But the man she loves, she can’t reach him. Can we help her find that man?”
“No, Dove,” I say. “I’ll kill that man the second I find him. Tell Wen to move on from this love.”
Her mouth drops open. “You listened to our conversation?”
“I knew the moment she lied to cover for that man that she’d given him unnecessary feelings.”
Her eyes widen. “You knew that was a lie?”
“Everyone knows. It was a very plain lie.”
“Then why does no one ask her further?” she asks, looking uncomfortable.
“Everyone knows she’s fallen for that man. We can’t force Wen to tell us the real reason behind the kidnapping, and no one cares if that man doesn’t come back. But if he does come back, he’ll be dead.”
She shakes her head, pursing her lips. “You can’t kill him. Wen loves him.”
“He planned to kidnap you, Dove, and that’s unacceptable.”
She makes a sullen face at my hard tone and continues eating. The thought of what he would’ve done to her if he’d kidnapped her instead of Wen is the reason I’ve never been able to stop searching for him.
I’ve heard bits of their conversations to get to the real reason behind the kidnapping, and my guess was right. He planned to torture her to death, but his plan failed because it was Wen instead of her. I can never let the man live who planned to kill my Avira.
I’ve been searching for him using the details Wen shared, but I haven’t found any solid leads. Still, I have a feeling I don’t need to chase him, he will come here on his own.
Wen thinks he has no feelings for her, but that’s not true. If he had had nothing for Wen, he wouldn’t have let her go the way he did. He had her, and he could have used her to take his revenge in many ways.
I wipe my mouth and lean back in my chair. She keeps giving me unhappy glances now and then, chewing very slowly.
“Are you planning to eat till morning?” I ask.
“What’s the rush?” she turns her face away from me.
“I’ve been sitting with a hard dick for the past twenty-five minutes, Dove. I need to fuck you in this dress and then without this dress, so finish quickly.”
Red floods her exposed chest, climbing to her collarbones and then to her face, tinting her puffed cheeks beautifully.
She swallows two gulps of water and stands. “We’re watching a movie now.”
She leaves the dining room and I follow her to the sitting room beside the living room, the heating is off and the windows are open. Golden light from the garden—also decorated for Christmas—pours in through the glass doors.
A Christmas tree stands in the corner, and a mattress with cushions and a quilt is arranged against the wall between the tree and the glass. I sit beside her on the mattress. She has turned on the TV.
“Which movie do you want to watch?” she mumbles.
“Anything’s fine.” I’m not going to watch anyway, and neither is she.
She gives me a sidelong look, then picks a Christmas-themed romance.
The movie opens on a couple sitting on a bench. I edge closer to her and move under the quilt she’s wrapped herself in. I lock my arm around her waist and pull her against me.
“I’m mad at you,” she pouts, pressing herself into my side, one of her legs lies across mine.
I pull her up so her face is closer to mine. “Why?”
The quilt slides down, exposing her bare shoulders and cleavage.
“You can’t plan to kill the man Wen loves,” she says, voice soft but firm.
I reach down to her uncovered ass, my fingers tracing inside the lace of her thong. “Fine. I won’t kill him if he does not harm you.”
I can’t make the same promise about sending him to a state where he’s neither dead nor alive.
“Promise,” she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.
I push her thong aside and slide a finger inside her wet pussy. “Promise.”
She rubs herself on my thigh, shaking her ass, moaning breathily.
I throw the quilt away and remove my sweatpants, then the jingle-bell printed underwear. My dick is hard, ready to go inside her pussy again. This bastard could stay inside her all day and night.
I stroke my dick. “Lay down in front of me.”
She obeys and lies down on the mattress.
“Remove your panty.”
She pulls off the lacy red thong, I take it from her hand and set it aside with my pants.
“Pull this dress up and open your legs,” my voice strained as my dick pulses.
She obeys. I see her glistening pussy in the golden light. Paired with the dress she’s wearing, she looks exactly as she is, my condemnation to hell.
I give my dick a few more rough strokes before getting on my knees between her.
I slide my pre-cum–coated dick inside her in one smooth motion. Her pool of juices pulls it in easily. I squeeze her soft ass, pull out of her liquid hotness, then push back inside.
I hold her knees, bend them over her spilling tits, and slam inside her, going deeper and deeper.
She cries out loud moans, her voice louder than the argument on the TV, filling the entire room with a sweet, intoxicating melody.
Her tits bounce out of the bodice with every thrust. I need to see her whole.
I grab her dress over both tits and tear it down.
She gasps, but that sound turns into a moan when I pinch both her nipples while fucking her sweet pussy without pause.
She grabs my T-shirt over my neck and cries louder, her head pressed back on the mattress, her back arched high.
She squeezes around my dick. The pressure is so intense that I almost cum.
But I pull my dick out of her, grab her waist, and flip her onto her stomach.
She is still shaking from her orgasm when I bend down on her, pull her ass up, and thrust inside her. I kiss her neck, then whisper in her ear, “Watch the movie, Dove.”
Her face is pressed against the mattress, she clutches it with her hands, crying my name.
I move faster inside her, and in no time her tight walls clench around me like a noose. I curse, unable to hold back, and fill her a second time tonight with my cum. She collapses on the mattress. My dick slides out, my sperm running between her thighs.
I lay down facing the TV. She turns around and climbs on top of me. I kiss her glowing face. “Let’s watch the movie.”
She presses her cheek against my neck and sighs, “I’m not interested in any movie anymore. You can watch.”
I turn off the TV. “Why would I watch random people when I can watch my world lying in my arms?”
She smiles, eyes closed. “Ummhmm, being romantic after fucking me senseless.”
I cover her completely with the quilt. “Don’t say such things. It turns me on.”
She looks up at me with sleepy eyes. “Are you human? How do you still have the energy to get turned on?”
I smirk. “It’s been starved for years.”
She closes her eyes again, pressing her face into my neck. “Beast.”
I laugh, then kiss the top of her head.