LEILANI. 

I&#x27;m an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby.

I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent.

I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I&#x27;ve never been on my own until six months ago.

When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I&#x27;ve never been on my own before.

Six months later, I&#x27;m doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good.

All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. 

The scariest man I&#x27;ve ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It&#x27;s a look I don&#x27;t understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine.

Who is he?

What does he want from me?

ZERO

HE IS DARKNESS.... 

I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain.

You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don&#x27;t care.

I am a born killer and I&#x27;m called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don&#x27;t see.

Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn&#x27;t be wrong.

I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don&#x27;t see any need why I have to lie here.

I am a very bad man, don&#x27;t go searching for good because it&#x27;s not there. 

I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too.

Don&#x27;t mistake this for a confession because it is not. I&#x27;m not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won&#x27;t accept it. I&#x27;m not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own.

The first day I saw her, I just knew something.

My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life.

I must have her.
I must make her mine.

Sex With Mr Dangerous

Night fell and Lani made dinner which we ate in comfortable silence. Afterwards, we said the night prayers and got into bed.

She'd given me a scare today when I searched for her but couldn't find her. I thought she's been taken from me. I couldn't stop thinking about my Pops, the way they took him from me.

This night, I have her in my arms and her head resting on my chest. I ache.

I held the straps of her nightie and pulled it down slightly, baring a white creamy breast with rosy puckered n'pple.

I caressed it and she shivered, and when I twerked the nub, she shrilled a little.

Dying to suckle her in my mouth, I pulled her up and found her n'pple with my lips. I drew from her in hard tugs.

"Zavier...!" She yelped, and pushed at my head.

I pulled back and my brows kneaded in confusion. "Are you alright, doll?"

She coloured guiltily. "It hurts....it's very sensitive."

CHAPTER 52