"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 to meet his height, capturing his lips in a sultry kiss that unfolded slowly yet carried an urgency that left him momentarily stunned.
She didn't stop kissing him as her hand glided across his well-built, broad chest, fingers tracing the fabric of his shirt, teasing the buttons open. Her tongue probed the depths of his mouth in a passionate kiss, seeking a response.
Zane stood frozen, his eyes wide with surprise. Her mesmerising touch, her sincere yet deliberate words, and the way she kissed him as if she owned him—all of it trembled the walls surrounding his frosty heart.
For the first time in decades, his heart raced erratically with deep, unspoken emotions he couldn't fully understand, leaving him almost breathless.
What the fuck was she doing to him? This shouldn't happen!
Never!
He narrowed his brow and his eyes blazed with resentment, hardening his heart to contain the unfamiliar, yet familiar, emotions coursing through him.
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 commented.
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. I want to see all of you," he commanded, his voice cool, thick with sensual intent.
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 hesitation, his gaze traced her curves with the unmistakable hunger of someone aching to claim her—if only he could give in. Zane mentally reprimanded himself. He wasn't supposed to feel this way. He forbade this feeling.
But his resolve was crumbling. Slowly, the heat inside him began to burn brighter. He removed his trousers, leaving only his inner pants, bare skin exposed.
Selina's eyes widened as she saw him. She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing with heat. Her heartbeat pounded 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 looming over hers, his hands moving to capture hers, locking them 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 to herself, her eyes squeezing shut in reluctant acceptance. She could only pray it wouldn't hurt as much as he promised.
Zane stroked his finger around her folds, his other hand cupping her breast, squeezing with a slow, deliberate touch. Selina's body arched, her chest rising and falling, and a blissful sensation overwhelmed her with strange sounds betraying her lips–a moan of pleasure she never dreamt in this situation.
His touch was intoxicating, pushing her beyond resistance, which she hadn't ever experienced before. She wasn't supposed to feel this way, given their situation, yet his touch drove her insane.
But when his touch faltered, replaced by a sharp thrust from his finger, the pain surged, unexpected and brutal.
"Ouch," she winced, her body trembling, her face contorting in an expression he caught with a glance.
He seemed surprised.
A devilish smile curved his lips like a master waiting to bid for his possession. "You're so tight. Looks like I'll be the first to claim you," he whispered in a breathless, possessive tone, a chill running through her.
Selina hesitated, her voice caught in her throat at the cruel, yet possessive grin he wore, which left sweat dripping down her spine. Her heart was still pounding nervously.
"Yes, Mr. Zane," she whispered, the heat of his manhood teasing her entrance, impatient to breach her. "Will it hurt much?"
Zane leaned closer, his breath stirring her neck. "You can choose to cry and beg for mercy. Perhaps you endure it. The decision is yours." His whisper heightened her nervousness..
"Fine then," Selina nodded, resigned.
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 jerk 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.