AURELIA POV
I threw my head back, my moans constricting against the gag in my mouth as my whole body trembled in painful pleasure. My wrists burned as my arms were bound by a tight rope, banishing any chance of escape.
I looked up at him as tears welled in my eyes, begging him to put me out of my misery.
He only smiled, leaning down to roughly grab my chin. “Had enough yet?” His husky voice rumbled in my ears, his hot breath fanning against my face as I writhed under his hold. “Or do you want me to punish you more?”
A normal person would have easily refused, but I was far from normal. I nodded my head slowly, and he smirked.
I yelped loudly as I felt the whip slash against my most sensitive part, eyes rolling to the back of my head as waves of ecstasy clouded my mind.
“You fucking slut.” He whispered tentatively, and my gaze found him as he settled between my legs, spreading my thighs apart with his sturdy hands.
His dark eyes soaked in the sight of my throbbing wet pussy, burning with a desire that managed to make me even wetter. I flinched as he ran two fingers across my entrance slowly, collecting my slick essence between them.
I watched in awe as he brought his fingers to his lips, his hot gaze never leaving mine as his tongue darted to lick. He sucked on his digits, his eyes fluttering close for a moment as he thoroughly enjoyed the taste of me.
The sight was oh so fucking sexy, making me want him more with each passing second. But that was the problem. I wasn’t supposed to want him so much. Not after what he’d done.
My body betrayed my mind, the rush of ecstasy banishing logic.
It was embarrassing, but I didn’t care at the moment. The CEO was like a succubus, eliciting my desires and burning me alive.
I wanted to touch him so badly, to feel that beautiful body carefully sculpted with hard and defined muscles. But I wasn’t allowed that privilege, tonight he had me wrapped around his fingers, subjected to fulfilling his needs and wants alone.
My eyes squeeze shut as I feel an electrifying sensation on my clit, my scream was muffled by the gag as I tried to close my open legs, but his grip refused me.
Dark amusement danced in his eyes as my breaths became shallow, and sweat coaxed my naked body, highlighting the bite marks littered across my skin. Evidence of his ravenous nature.
He flipped the taser in his palm, leaning over me as he dragged it along my stomach. I held my breath, my eyes widening in anticipation as he stopped on reaching my breasts.
“Cry for me, baby.” Was his only indication of his next move, and I let out a sharp whimper as electric currents assaulted my hard nipples. Tears roll down my cheeks, and he hums in satisfaction, brushing the side of my face with his knuckles. His thumb circles around my wet cheeks as he leans close, his lips merely inches away from mine.
“Good girl..” he cooed, dragging the gag away from my mouth. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his praise. “You belong to me, your pain, joy, and pleasure are all mine. Mine and mine alone.”
He seals his declaration with a feverish kiss, finally relieving me of what I craved the most. My body had not yet recovered from his onslaught, but he was less than bothered. With one hard thrust of his hips, I became undone. My sanity shattered the instant he filled me whole.
“Mine.” He growled, his fingers digging into my skin as he continued to mercilessly pound me with sheer strength and force. “Fucking mine!”
My moans echoed around the room, swirling around the heat between us. At that moment no other words were shared, and our bodies engaged in a deep conversation of pleasure and lust……maybe something more.
The next morning, I wasn’t surprised to see that Luke had already left. I had expected it, but I still felt a painful tug in my chest as I stared at the vacant space on the bed.
My feelings towards him keep getting more complicated with each passing day. One minute I’m angry, and the other I’m irritated, then I do a full roundabout and crave his touch.
What’s worse is that I always end up in his arms regardless.
Heaving out a long sigh, I try to get up, but my legs give out under me and I fall back helplessly on the bed.
“Oh lord.” As I stared at the ceiling, my cheeks flamed ablaze, my mind wandering to the events of last night.
I had said I could resist him, but he caught me off guard, making me swallow my words. Literally.
I could taste him, his lips. Could still feel his hands gripping my hips.
A shiver ran down my spine as I just lay there, realizing that my body moved according to his tunes like a snake and flute. But I feared it wasn’t just my body that swayed to his enchanting melody.
Pushing the thought aside. I forced myself to my feet, knowing I had a busy week ahead of me.
******
The fashion week was more gracious than I expected it to be. I got to see breathtaking pieces from top designers all over the globe.
It was truly an opportunity of a lifetime and I enjoyed it to the fullest. Although I felt lonely sometimes since Veronica had been tethered to the CEO’s side from the beginning of the week.
Veronica was one of the top models in the show, and she struck the runway with the confidence I wished I had. It’s safe to say I envied a lot about her, especially how Luke’s smile always came easy when he was with her.
I tried my best to ignore it, but each time I looked their way, my chest tightened and I felt suffocated.
This was more than plain jealousy, and I didn’t want to know what it was. But deep down, maybe I already do, and I suppressed it, knowing the consequences it would bring.
The Fashion Week was a total success, and the final event was a lavish yet sophisticated party.
It was held at a private beach.
Soft golden lighting cast a warm glow across the shore, where crystal clear waters lapped gently against the sand. The sound of gentle waves and jazz music filled the air, blending in perfect harmony.
Guests mingled and laughed, sipping champagne and savoring hors d’oeuvres, their designer attire shimmering under the starry night sky.
Amidst this dazzling setting, I couldn’t shake off the feelings of unease, my eyes drawn to Luke and Veronica, who seemed to be having the time of their lives, sharing conversations with other elite guests.
Why did I feel so bad? I know our relationship was only sexual, so why do I want him by my side instead?
Why does my heart ache so much?!
“A penny for your thoughts?” A smooth voice drifted to my ears, and I whipped my head to the side, my eyes widening in recognition.
“Mr. Sterling.” I gasped, a smile splitting my lips. Finally a familiar face. I hadn’t seen him all week either, maybe he was busy doing media rounds. I couldn’t deny how glad I was to see him again.
“Ouch.” Ezekiel winced, clutching his chest as if in pain, and I immediately grew worried.
“Are you alright?”
“Not really.” he breathed out, his brows pulling together in discomfort.
“It pains me to hear you address me so formally. I thought we were already past that.”
“Oh.” I sighed in relief. “You got me worried there for a moment.”
“And here I thought we’ve grown closer.” Ezekiel sighed dramatically and I chuckled lightly at his antics, feeling the uneasiness I felt earlier fade. “Have we?”
“We have.” I nodded, offering him a warm smile. “But it doesn’t change the fact that we belong to different worlds.”
It was true, Ezekiel was already at the epitome of success, and I was still on the path to the top, slow but steady.
“You know you have a horrible habit of downplaying yourself,” Ezekiel observed, his expression turning solemn.
I hung my head low, ashamed of the fact that he was right. Letting out a bitter laugh, I looked towards where Luke stood, his back turned to me. “You’re not the first person who has said that to me.”
My gaze flickered to the night sky,
“But I don’t know how to stop.”
I flinched as his hands brushed against mine, his pinky interlocking with mine.
Heat crawled to my cheeks as I looked down at our hands, glancing up at him as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“If no one has already told you, Aurelia.” Ezekiel began, his gaze softening with adoration that took me by surprise. At that moment, everyone else faded into the background, I could only hear the subtle whispers of the sea, the night breeze brushing goosebumps on my skin like an ambitious artist.
“You deserve not just to stand by my side, but to also stand ahead of me.
Your radiance reflects in everything you touch, and in everyone you meet.”
I didn’t realize I was crying till I felt cool tears tickle my cheeks. The sincerity in his words, in his eyes, was all too overwhelming.
“Ezekiel…” More tears rolled down my cheeks, and before I knew it I was a sobbing mess. “Thank you…”
Ezekiel’s thumbs caught my tears, wiping them away. “Don’t thank me. Say wanna ditch this event?” his voice was light with mischief and promise.
Curious yet intrigued, I agreed, taking his hand as he led me down a new path.
We walked along the beach in comfortable silence, the sound of waves and distant music fading into the night. Ezekiel guided me through a hidden path, surrounded by lush greenery until we reached a secluded cave.
He glances at me, his eyes sparkling with childlike excitement. I mirrored his expression, feeling like we’d stumbled upon a lost treasure.
As we stepped inside, I gasped in awe. The cave was transformed into a serene oasis, lit by soft lanterns and filled with the soothing scent of essential oils. A natural hot spring bubbled in the center, its crystal-clear waters inviting.
“Wow,” I breathed, rendered utterly speechless.
Ezekiel chuckled softly, tapping my cheeks to get my attention.
“I knew you’d love it.”
Without hesitation, I sat down at the water’s edge, dipping my feet into the warm, silky waters. Blissful sighs escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, letting the heat seep into my muscles.
Ezekiel’s laughter caught me off guard. I opened my eyes to find him stripping off his shirt, revealing chiseled abs and broad shoulders.
Heart leaping in my chest, my cheeks flushed as he continued undressing, his movements fluid and confident. I averted my gaze, trying to compose myself, but couldn’t help sneaking glances
The man was built like a warrior but had the face of a meek prince.
With a playful whoop, Ezekiel jumped into the hot spring, splashing water onto me. I shrieked, laughing, as he swam closer, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
“Come in, the water’s fine,” he teased, his voice low and husky.
I hesitated, “I think I’m good.” I replied, kicking water in his face as payback.
“Hey!” Ezekiel caught my leg, and I erupted into uncontrollable fits of laughter as he tickled the soles of my feet.
“Stop!” I yelled in protest, tears clouding my vision from laughing too much. “Ezekiel!”
After seeing that I was about to pass out, he finally stopped, and I slowly caught my breath, meeting his smoldering gaze.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the cave shifts from playful to solemn. The steamy from the pond also seemed to grow thicker.
We settled in silence, and I cleared my throat and suddenly grew conscious.
“Did I ruin my makeup when I cried?” I mused, awkwardly rubbing my forearms.
Ezekiel hummed thoughtfully before speaking, tilting his head from side to side for better evaluation. “Just a little.”
“Really?!” I panicked, looking down at the water to check my reflection. But then; Ezekiel swam forward, settling right between my legs and blocking my view.
Startled, I raised my head, my eyes rounding as his lips brushed against mine.
The kiss was swift and he pulled back before I could register what just happened, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
“I like you, Aurelia.”