Kiara shrugged. “Probably…” “Yes or no, Kiara.” Kiara glared at him. “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not obligated to.” She walked towards the only exit in the room, gasping when his hands grabbed hers before she could run away. His question puzzled her even though it shouldn’t, did she hate him? She did…or rather she was supposed to, but… Kiara clenched her fist, no buts, she wouldn’t let her stupidity blind her. She hated him and even if she didn’t she’d work her way towards hating him. "Just answer me, please…I want to know.” Kiara nodded her head, her eyes not meeting his. “I do, I hate everything about you. I even hate looking at your face now.” “Really…?” he stepped closer to her and Kiara gagged when that scent from last night ran across her nose. It wasn’t as strong as it was last night, but she could still smell it. “Do you really hate me?” “Can you…” Kiara pushed at his chest, feeling nauseous all over again. “Can you give me some space…? Your scent, the alcohol…it’
Kiara sat nervously at the dining table, staring down at the food in front of her. Zique had suggested she ate first, it had been an unexpected suggestion, but he was probably right. If she didn’t eat now, then she didn’t think she’d be able to when she was done listening to whatever it is that he had to say. Picking up her fork, she dug it into one of the biscuits on her plate, bringing it to her lips. She took a bite out of it, the sweet and yet salty taste coordinating on her tongue. She chewed and swallowed, taking another bite. It was so hard to eat when anticipation was killing her. A part of her wanted to hear what he had to say and another part didn’t. What if it was something bad? Something that really prevented her from forgiving him? Something that would have her letting go of him even quicker. She was scared, but who wouldn’t be? The way he approached her was frightening, his words were too…he said he was scared too, so it had to be something unforgivable. Putting the
Kiara pulled her hand from beneath his, his words were stabbing like nails into her heart, he was unforgivably tempting her, coaxing her, leading her right back to him, and she had to put a stop to this before she eventually caved. “Zique stop this. I already told you…I’m done. You’ve hurt me too much.” She dropped her fork, sighing as she did so. “You left me in that prison Zique, left me for her. Did you think it wouldn’t hurt? I was bullied every day, the guard made it his duty to remind me of the fact that I was abandoned, and he was the one to tell me about your ceremony because you didn’t.” “Kiara I…” “No, I don’t want to hear it, I’ve put up with you for too long. I begged you Zique. I told you that I was sorry when you met me at the entrance of my cell. I had been more worried about you than I was worried about myself. ~‘Was he okay?’ ‘Would he hate me?’~ and yet all you could think of was turning your back on me. You left me Zique, I needed you…if not anybody else, I needed
One of Kiara’s legs hung over Zique’s shoulder, the other cocked against the table, leaving her completely exposed to him. His head was between her thighs, his lips doing the unthinkable. She couldn’t hold back her moans, not when his tongue kept rolling around her entrance and teasing her clit. It felt as good as she remembered, even better, and his scent, the very sight of his manly chest, it was enough to turn her on. She could feel slick leaking down her walls…she was wet, for the first time in a long time she was so open and vulnerable in front of him. She wasn’t sure if the decision she was making was the right one, but who could resist his charm? Who could pretend to be deaf after hearing such words? And who could pretend to be blind after looking into those eyes? She knew she couldn’t do it, her heart had constricted so many times as she listened to him and when he kissed her, her poor legs had gone completely weak. His lips were so gentle and sweet, his hands thick and warm
Kiara’s legs trembled as she went down on her knees in front of him, her innocent blue eyes staring up at the hard, thick and veiny thing that was now towering inches away from her face. “Taste me.” Her hesitant hands gripped his thighs for support, her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at the tip. It tasted…Kiara didn’t know how to describe it, but he tasted just as manly as he smelled. It was sweet and yet there was this bitter taste too; something Kiara surprisingly liked. Her tongue slid down the length of it, not knowing what else to do. Her eyes drifted up to stare at Zique, wanting to see if he was just as affected as she was when he did things to her. But his face was nonchalant as he looked at her too…did he not feel anything…? Kiara pulled away from him, licking her lips. “What should I do? I-I want you to feel good too.” Zique bent down, his face coming so close to hers. “You’re so naughty Kiara…” A smirk spread across those teasing lips, his dark eyes sizing he
Kiara’s face pressed against the table as Zique’s hand sunk into her back, forcefully arching it. “Like this, Kiara…” His hand then ran down the length of her back, straight to her thighs, spreading them. “You look so sexy right now…” Kiara felt it when he pressed up against her and his hard on settling at the edge of her entrance surely not going unnoticed to her. Her cheeks flushed even redder, her body mentally preparing for what was about to come. “Are you ready, princess?” Kiara nodded, her legs trembling in need. She wanted him so bad that it ached, and now that it was finally going to happen, now that the pleasure she had awaited was so close, she could think of nothing but it. Her anticipation was at its peak, her desperation too, and the desire was running abundantly wild inside of her. “Hurry up…” Zique leaned down, his body pressing against hers. “You’re being impatient too…” Kiara could hear the smirk in his voice, he was teasing her, riling her up to a point where sh
“I’m…I’m tired Zique…”Zique rammed into her again, hands holding tight to the gloves of her ass as she held onto him with both her arms and legs. “I know princess, this is the last round, I promise…”“Y-You said that a while ago.” Her finger scraped violently across his back, the tears from her eyes streaming down his shoulder. “It’s too much…”Zique sighed, his thrusts slowing to a stop. “I really promise it’ll end this time…I just don’t want to let you go…what if I do only to find out that you won’t want me again after this.”Kiara lifted her head off his shoulder to look at him, her back pressing against the wall behind her. “I will…”“Promise?”Kiara’s hands cupped his face as she nodded. “I promise…”“Alright, you promised…you can’t tell me you hate me anymore, you can’t tell me that you won’t forgive me, you promised…everything has gone back to normal, I can hold you if I want, I can kiss you and you won’t get upset.”Kiara nodded with a chuckle. “Yes, I know. You’re acting so
“I want to talk first…about that ‘them’ you mentioned earlier.” Zique almost faltered at her words and somehow fear started to cave his heart again. Would she accept it? It was a question he couldn’t stop himself from asking. Nevertheless, he took a seat at the edge of the bed, running his hand down his face in frustration. He shouldn’t run from the truth any longer. She was already carrying his child, there’s nothing either of them could do about it now. Sighing he turned to face her. “You’re pregnant…” “M-Me…?” Zique’s fingers twitched, his nervousness becoming palpable. “I know you might not want this or rather, I know you might not want to have my child, but yes…you are…you’re pregnant with my child.” Kiara looked down at her covered stomach, confusion in her eyes. “But the doctor sa~” “The doctor lied.” “Then…Then~” “I know, I was a bastard to you because of that and I’m sorry. Instead of my pack that doesn’t care about me half as much as you do, I should’ve chosen you.