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KALLY'S POV
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I tossed around in the warm water, memories of the wild sexual encounter constantly replaying in my mind.
Ilay looked so hot as sweat trickled down the smooth curves of his abs. His hair had grown damp until it developed a few curls.
And his cock, oh gawd, I wanted it ripping through me.
But argh! That bitch had to interfere.
She might pose a small threat in my journey of winning Ilay's favor with her secret clinginess. I had seen it in her eyes as she marveled at his dick. That was the look of a woman who was thinking about how to touch and lick it.
I had learned this much all thanks to Ilay when he made me watch him fuck.
Was I broken?
Or had I always been broken but I was just realizing it now?
Shit!
I sighed tossing again in the large tub. My muscles were a little sore from the training and then whatever had happened in that room. Thank heavens Ilay had asked some maids to bring me food or I might have dropped unconscious on his floors.
He was a mystery to me.
One second he was acting like the nicest guy alive, and then the next, he was this beast from the depths of hell on a mission.
But then again, he was a psychopath. A bloodthirsty psychopath that I ought to be afraid of. Yet sometimes I find myself feeling bold enough to talk to him like my peer knowing too well that he could snap my neck and have my body mutilated into tiny pieces.
I would lie if I said that his killer persona didn't scare me in the middle of the night. Or could that be his authentic self and this normal look was the social persona?
I got chills every time I tried to peel the layers off of Ilay's personality because I only found more of his darkness. And soon, it might just devour me wholly. I was only clinging to my survival instincts and hoping that I would be long gone before that even happened.
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He sat there looking at me with a straight face after what he had just said. Bloody scoundrel, what the fuck was I to him? How dare he ask me to do such an insane thing?
As if giving such an order was nothing new to him, Ilay took a sip of whatever he was drinking and smirked at me.
"Don't give me that look, love. You know how much it turns me on."
"You're a fucking savage you know that!" I half yelled and half hissed as this unexplainable anger bubbled as it boiled in my chest.
Ilay just laughed brushing off my insult as a mere compliment.
Like come on, I thought we had a good thing going on. Why would he ask me to seduce his brother? Was I one of his whores?
I could only scowl the demon out of him but he didn't seem to give one fuck what I wanted or felt about this sudden mission.
He put down his glass and rose to his towering height wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that showed a clear outline of his sleeping weapon.
Brushing a finger on my left cheek, Ilay smiled. "Don't forget that our deal was you helping me ascend flawlessly. And your sister owes me a huge debt that her life is merely enough to cover for it. So you helping me will cut some of that debt. Am I now clear?"
I hated how he threatened me with a smooth and flirty tone that one would mistake for a lover's.
"Then what do I do? Should I let him fuck m-"
My throat was grabbed like a hawk grabbing its prey before I could finish the question.
Ilay's eyes lit up in blue flames as he glared down at my small frame.
"If you dare do that, I'll seal it shut in so many painful ways before sending you to a nunnery to pray for me for the rest of your life!" He hissed coldly and I glared back with my windpipes slowly being crushed.
We scowled at each other for a few more seconds before he let go, thrusting me backward and away from him.
'You demon!' I cursed couching up and massaging my poor throat.
Why did things have to always be this horrible with him when it had nothing to do with sex?
"Now, your mission starts tomorrow. Use any other part of your body to make him bend that isn't your pussy. No, that's MY pussy! So don't even think about letting anyone else in. I'll choose off their dicks before punishing you."
Shesh!
How the hell did I find Ilay attractive when he had such brutal threats that weren't empty words? He looked and felt like someone who'd do such terrible things with a grin on his face.
But fuck! I was still attracted to this monster, but out of pure lust. I wouldn't feel a thing for him even if he crawled to me cut open and bled his guts out.
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Just like the previous night, Ilay made me sleep on the couch. Something that left me more curious than why he wanted me to seduce Milan. I mean, we had done everything two grown-ups would do, yet he couldn't share a damn bed with me?
But the couch wasn't uncomfortable at all, I slept through the night as if I wasn't in the same room with a bloody psychopathic murderer who could choke me in the middle of the night.
Morning came with a bit of brightness but lacked any warmth like the relationship Ilay and I shared.
Ilay!
He was already gone and the bed was undone. Pfft! Not like I expected a rich playboy like himself to bother making the bed.
As I stared at the dark gray beddings, I reconstructed an image of Ilay lying between them with his eyes closed. What did he look like when he slept and the wall around him came down? Did his hair brush down his nose as he turned or did he hold his pillows tight when having a nightmare?
I heard a chuckle from my mouth while I lowered my body to slide under the heavy dark gray duvet that matched the sheets.
A smile formed on my lips as I took in Ilay's raw scent from the bedding. It didn't smell like peaches and roses, but it didn't smell bad either. I could pick up a trace of coconut and maybe...mint.
But his pheromones deeply engraved in his sweat had me grab his pillow firmly against my nose and giggle like the silly teenager I still was.
After lingering in his bed for around five minutes, I moved on to his dirty laundry and picked up his shirt.
Pressing it to my face, the strong cologne he normally wore dominated all over scents. I frowned dropping it, disappointed by the fabric, the cologne, Ilay, as well as myself. What the fuck was I doing?
Was I being conquered by the mere scent of a man? How would I act when he finally gave me his cock?
Would I lie on the ground to be his stepmat and have my life revolve around him?