THIRTY-TWO
Aliya
PRESENT
My mother and Robert have been gone for an hour now. Daniel isn’t home yet. Perhaps my prayers have finally been answered, and I’ll be spared his presence tonight.
I decide to make the most of the free time, taking a relaxing shower, tidying up my room, and spending a while sketching ideas for my next wood sculpture.
As I compare my sketch of an angel and an owl, my phone pings. I interrupt my creative thoughts, pick it up, and check the notification.
UNKNOWN: Did you miss me today?
UNKNOWN: I did. Especially your taste and that little whimper you made when you came on my hand.
A shiver runs down my spine as I reread the explicit and dirty words.
ALIYA: How did you get my number?
MILAN: I asked you first, sweetheart.
Sitting on my bed with my phone in hand, I contemplate what to reply.
MILAN: What’s wrong, Little Curse? You don’t want to answer me?
I should ignore him. Eventually he’ll stop texting and leave me alone.
It’s 10:26 p.m. right now. I probably won’t sleep tonight anyway. I’m too afraid Daniel might come home.
The buzzing of my phone draws my attention again.
MILAN: That’s fine. Then I'll just keep telling you how much I missed you.
MILAN: I want to see your pretty eyes roll back into your head as I thrust deeper into you than anyone ever has.
My breath catches, and a pleasant warmth spreads through my body. Even though I want to put my phone down, I can’t help but stare at his messages, eager to know more about his fantasies.
MILAN: I want to hear your moans echo through the room as you beg for mercy and release. Your sweet cries on that empty parking lot are still ringing in my ears.
The memories of yesterday – the intensity of his touch, the way he left me breathless and exhausted – flood my mind.
MILAN: I can’t forget how tight you were when you took my fingers. Tell me, will you swallow me up the same way?
A fire ignites between my legs, and I slip my hand into my shorts. But then it hits me – what am I doing?
Caught, my face flushed, I pull my hand back, even though I’m alone.
He’s so blatantly provocative, and he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
MILAN: You still don’t want to answer me, huh?
MILAN: Then look out your window.
For a moment, I sit there in stunned silence, my eyes wide as I stare at my phone.
He’s here?
My gaze instinctively drifts toward the window. The diffuse light from the streetlamp seeps through the curtains. I stand up, slowly walk over to the balcony door, and push the curtains aside a bit.
There he leans against the railing of my balcony, a smug smile on his lips.
His hair, jet black and slightly tousled, shimmers in the pale moonlight.
I open the door and step outside. The cool air caresses my heated skin. Milan’s gaze travels down my lightly clad body, his eyes darkening with an unspoken hunger, a silent promise of desire and lust.
“How did you get up here?”
He gestures to the downspout next to my window. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
I shake my head. “That’s crazy. What if you’d fallen?”
“Careful, sweetheart. Or I might think you’re worried about me.”
The husky timbre of his voice sends heat coursing through my veins and ignites my desire, craving his touch.
“Why are you here?”
“You ask why I’m here,” he repeats, trailing a finger over the exposed skin of my neck, causing me to shiver. “You didn’t answer any of my messages.”
I take a step back to create some distance, but he follows me with predatory movements. “I thought you might need a real reminder.”
My heart pounds heavily in my chest as he once again sweeps his gaze over my body. I try to maintain my composure, but his words and his proximity drive me out of my mind.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit extreme to show up on my balcony unannounced?”
“Nothing’s too extreme if it means I get to see you.”
He playfully tugs at the fabric of my shorts. “And I have to admit, these shorts are a delicious surprise. You look exquisite . Perfect for devouring.”
I bite my lip, struggling against the urge to give in to him.
“You didn’t answer my question. You can’t just randomly show up on other people’s balconies, Milan. That’s not normal.”
His hand cups my chin, tilting it up so I meet his smoldering gaze. His thumb glides over my wet lower lip, tracing its contours with a gentle touch.
Milan leans forward, his lips just inches from mine.
“Do you think I care about being normal? ” His voice drips with sensual charm. “You know me better than that, sweetheart.”
I feel his warm breath on my face, his body pressed against mine, awakening every nerve in me with his closeness.
“You’re impossible, you know that?”
He chuckles. “And yet you can’t get enough of me, can you?”
“Because I’m attracted to you,” I admit without thinking.
Now there’s no turning back.
Milan’s lips twist into a devilish grin, his gaze smoky. It’s as if my confession has stoked the fire of his hunger.
“You’re driving me insane, Little Curse.”
With a swift motion, Milan’s hands grasp my hips, lifting me up effortlessly and pulling me closer to him. I let out a startled yelp as I unexpectedly find myself in his arms, my body pressed against his muscular body.
“Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I knew you’d mean trouble.”
The sound of the balcony door closing behind us echoes through the room, isolating us from the outside world. Milan’s steps are confident as he carries me to my bed. He lays me on the sheets, his body hovering over mine.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
He lowers his head, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “You make me want to claim you, to mark you as my own.” His voice is a low growl. “But at the same time, you drive me to the brink of madness, and all I want is to break you.”
A flame flares within me, threatening to consume my soul. I feel every fiber of my being respond to him. His musky and alluring scent clouds my senses.
He takes my lower lip between his teeth, nibbling before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands glide down my body, lifting the fabric of my top. I gasp as my breasts press painfully against my bra. Milan’s gaze seems to swallow me whole.
He pushes the straps off my shoulders, unhooks my bra, and in less than a second, it’s somewhere on the floor.
Shame floods my cheeks as his intense eyes rest on me. With his thumb, he brushes my throbbing nipple, and waves of pleasure shoot between my legs.
I chew on my lower lip to keep quiet, but his mouth finds my other nipple, biting down hard.
“M-Milan,” I gasp his name. A pool of desire spreads between my legs, and I press myself against him. His smirk grows wider as he feels me grind against him, seeking more friction.
“Not so fast. I want to take my time with you.”
I want to protest, to push him away to regain some semblance of control, but I can’t. Milan has me completely captivated by his gaze.
He reaches the hem of my shorts, his fingers playing with the fabric, teasing me. “I can smell your arousal from here. You’re begging for my touch, sweetheart.”
“I … I’m not begging for anything,” I contradict weakly, fully aware that it’s a lie.
He pulls my shorts down to my knees, leaving me in just my panties.
“Yeah, sure.”
Despite my vulnerable state, I find a spark of courage to resist his arrogant demeanor. “And what if I want to be touched? That doesn’t mean I’m begging.”
His eyes darken at my challenge, and his lips curl into a grin. “Oh, Little Curse.” He presses his erection into the soft flesh of my thigh. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”
His words send a rush of pleasure through me, and I have to stifle a gasp. “You’re so annoying.”
He pulls my last piece of clothing down. “And you’re stubborn.”
His eyes roam over my now completely exposed form, taking in every inch of me. Reflexively, I want to cover myself with my hands, but he acts faster, pinning my wrists above my head.
“So persistent,” he whispers roughly. “But I’m going to break you, sweetheart.”
His mouth finds my neck, his lips and teeth leave a trail of hot kisses on my skin. He sucks, bites and marks me as his property.
“Why are you doing this, Milan?” I ask breathlessly.
“Doing what?” he says against my throat as I tilt my head to the side.
“Why are you pushing me, taking me to my limits, driving me crazy?”
He pauses before tightening his grip around my wrists and continuing his path over my neck and collarbone. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to own you, every inch of you. I want to see you come undone at my hands.”
He lifts his head, gazing at me intently. “I want you, all of you. Every moan, every sigh, every breath.”
His words send another shiver down my spine, his possessive tone awakening something deep inside me. I feel myself surrendering to him, my body responding to his every command.
“And what if I don’t want to be owned?” I challenge him.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He releases me and slowly peels off his shirt. “It’s too late for that. You’re already mine.”
The fabric slips off his shoulders. The light shimmers on his muscular body, his chest and abs adorned with tattoos. My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard.
Why does he have to look so incredibly good? It’s not fair.
He undoes his belt and takes off his pants and boxers in a single move.
My eyes widen as I stare at his hard cock.
Oh God.
He’s so big.
Big is an understatement.
I can’t help but memorize every contour and angle. Every inch of him is perfection, overwhelming my senses.
God must truly have favorites.
He covers my body with his but leans down to grab a condom from his pants pocket. Milan tears the package open with his teeth and rolls the condom over his impressive length while I can’t take my eyes off him.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I take a heavy breath.
He’s so damn hot.
I gasp as he suddenly pulls me closer by the hips, positioning his cock at my entrance.
Milan catches my gaze with his own. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
With a swift thrust, he enters me, and I scream at the unfamiliar sensation. I roll my eyes back and bite my lip as I get used to his size, but it hurts.
He pauses, giving me time to adjust to the fullness of his body inside mine. His eyes are still black, but his expression softens just a hint.
His lips find mine, and I lose myself in the kiss. It’s so deliberate, his lips moving over mine with practiced ease. His tongue brushes against mine, exploring my mouth with a familiarity that makes me dizzy.
“Breathe easy, sweetheart,” he whispers warmly against my mouth. “I’ll take it slow, I promise.”
He begins to move slowly and steadily, still kissing me.
“You have no idea how good you feel. How much I wanted this. Wanted you.”
I feel his muscles tense with the effort to hold back. His hand caresses over my clit, trying to ease the pain and discomfort.
His movements become more confident, his pace quickening slightly as he gives in to his growing need. I let out a soft moan and he watches me intently, taking in my every reaction and expression.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps huskily. “You can take it.”
As the pain is replaced by pleasure, a gasp escapes me, and I bend toward him to feel more of him. “Harder.”
His eyes darken further at my pleading tone, and his grip on my body tightens slightly. He continues to move inside me. His pace quickens as he struggles to hold back.
“You’re driving me insane. You want it harder, even though I’m trying so hard to be gentle with you.”
His movements now carry an urgency. He wants more, and he’s losing control.
“But I can’t say no to you,” he adds.
His hands slide under my thighs, and he places them both over his broad shoulders. He thrusts into me with renewed energy, deeper and faster. A whimper escapes my lips as he hits my sensitive spot.
The sensation of his firm grip on my throat sends a shiver down my spine, mixing enjoyment with a hint of danger.
He knows exactly what to do to make me feel more intensely.
My fingers claw at the sheets for purchase, fighting to stay grounded amidst the storm of emotions.
I feel so full. So full of him.
“Fuck, Aliya,” he groans. “You’re so tight.”
With each thrust of his pelvis against my body, the headboard of the bed responds with an irregular creaking.
“So beautiful.” His voice comes out breathless. “And all mine.”
“Oh God,” I pant tremulously.
His words combined with the power of his thrusts bring me to the edge of the abyss, a wave of pleasure washes over me. My muscles tense and I scream his name as I release beneath him, my body trembling with relief.
And it’s completely different this time.
This orgasm doesn’t even compare to those he’s given me before.
He holds me through my climax, continuing to pound into me as his back muscles tense. His breath is hot against my ear, each word almost a gasp shooting straight to my soul.
“So good,” he says, his rhythm erratic. “You feel so good. I can’t stop.”
My senses are overloaded, every feeling and sound melting into a whirl of lust and passion.
I seem to fall apart under his movement for a second time.
My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
He reaches between us, rubs his fingers over my clit and I feel another wave of climax rolling over me.
When he reaches his peak as well, my silent cry mingles with the dark groan coming from his mouth. His entire body tenses against mine before he presses his lips to mine, devouring me.
Wherever this path leads, I will follow him without hesitation.