~Lilia's Pov~

There was something terribly, deliciously wrong with me. 

Zade had dragged me into his room, bound my wrists to the armrest of his bed with silk—deceptively soft, just like the way he handled me. But that was the trick, wasn’t it? He wasn’t soft. He was a storm, wrapping around me, pulling me under, ruining me slowly.

And worst of all? I wanted to drown. 

He didn’t touch me at first. Just sat back in his chair across from me, legs spread wide, his gaze heavy, watching. Watching me squirm. Watching me fall apart without him even needing to lift a finger. 

The worst kind of torment.

"Are you wet, doll?"

I should have lied. Should have held onto my last shred of dignity. But the way his voice dropped, deep and knowing, as if he could already feel the mess between my thighs—I hated how my stomach twisted, how my body responded to him like a puppet to its master. 

So I did the only thing I could. I rolled my eyes. Pretending. Hiding. 

His smirk was pure sin. 

"Keep rolling those eyes, sweetheart," he murmured, standing up, towering over me."I’ll see how long you can keep them open when my dick is deep buried inside of your pussy"

God.

He leaned in, tilting my chin up with two fingers. His other hand found my breast, squeezing it like he owned it. Hard enough to make me gasp, my back arching against the bed. 

"Ahh… don’t—"I sucked in a sharp breath, but the moment I started to speak, he did it again. Harder. 

A cruel tease. A test.

His lips brushed my ear, voice like gravel and smoke. 

"Which hole should I ruin first, sweetheart?"

A whimper slipped out before I could stop it. Heat surged through my body. My pulse roared in my ears. The answer clawed at my throat, breaking free before I could convince myself I had any control left.

"All three."

Zade stilled. 

Then—he chuckled. Low. Dark. Terrifying. 

"𝘈𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦?"

I swallowed hard. My body screamed at me to run, but my mouth—my damn mouth—said something else entirely. 

"At once."

He exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. 

"Greedy little thing, aren’t you?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but his fingers pressed against my lips, forcing them apart.

He brought his first and middle finger close to my lips, the rough pads grazing against the softness of my mouth. A silent command. A test.

I knew what he wanted.

"If you want to be stuffed full, baby girl, then start by sucking. Because the moment you stop—"he dragged the tip of a toy, a dildo between my thighs, pressing just enough to make my hips jerk—"I stop fucking you."

My thighs clenched. My breath hitched. And before I could even think, my lips parted willingly.

𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘗

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧!!

Minutes passed, making it harder to resist the overwhelming urge to surrender to him completely. I wanted to. Desperately. 

But just when I was teetering on the edge, he stopped. 

A sharp whimper escaped my lips as he pulled the dildo out, leaving me aching—empty. His fingers, the ones I had been greedily sucking on, left my mouth, slick with my own desperation. My eyes flickered up to his, pleading, but he only smirked. 

"Is it aching, doll?" His voice was pure sin, dripping with amusement at my helpless state. 

Then, with agonizing slowness, he unbuttoned his shirt. My breath hitched. Six—no, eight—perfectly sculpted abs came into view, each muscle flexing as he shrugged the fabric off his broad shoulders. Heat rushed through me. I could feel the literal drool pooling at the corner of my lips. 

And he wasn’t done. 

His fingers went to his belt, undoing it with an ease that made my stomach tighten. The metallic clink of the buckle sent a shiver down my spine. Soon, his pants were gone, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. But even through the fabric, I could see it—straining, thick, almost taunting me. 

He leaned down, his fingers grazing my wrists as he slowly untied the silk cloth binding me. His smirk deepened. "Want to see what’s inside, sweetheart?" He teased, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. 

But I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was too desperate, too wrecked. My fingers trembled as I reached for him, pulling the last barrier down. 

And then— 

A gasp slipped past my lips. 

It was too thick. Veiny. Heavy. Too big for me to handle. 

But God, I wanted to try. 

Soon his tip was on my butt hole. I shivered feeling something I had never felt before. He pushed in it just the tip but a scream left my mouth.

"Stop stop it hurts ahhhh..my god"

"𝗢𝗵, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲—𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗲. 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗜 𝗱𝗼. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝘁. 𝗔𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀."

"𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁?" he growled, his grip tightening. "𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲? 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁’𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻? 𝗦𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿—𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲."

(The detailed smut will be in the chapter itself. This was just for spoiler.)

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a/n

I honestly feel so damn dirty after writing this… but that last part? Gave me actual shivers.

I don’t know whether I should be ashamed or proud, but damn it's a huge turn-on for me. Call me crazy, but this is something I would like write again *crying emogi*