Tangled in Lust(18+)

Zayden's POV:

"Go ahead," I muttered, my voice heavy with frustration from yet another day of failing to find the woman who was gripping my mind badly.

"Mayor Sinclair is reopening the case of his son's murder. And our source found out he hired Detective Ryle Miller for the investigation," Dante continued.

I remained silent for a while without reacting, as I kind of saw it coming from Mayor Sinclair. But I didn't expect him to go so far as hiring such a renowned detective for his bastard son.

"Boss... Do you want us to shut the detective's mouth?" Dante asked, a hint of eagerness in his tone.

However, it would be too easy when I was looking forward to shutting off the mayor's courage once and for all.

"That wouldn't be necessary. Just look deep into the mayor's life history. I'm sure we will find something interesting to keep his power in check," I said lazily, not giving much thought to the potential consequences.

Besides, I was more concerned about finding my little bird rather than wasting my time concerning the mayor's stupid attempt to find me as his son's killer.

I couldn't remember the last time I felt this restless, desperate to find someone. What frustrated me about this was that she had left me, as if I was no better than a sleazy lay. I didn't get left behind. I did the leaving behind.

Anger clouding my system, I rode the elevator to my penthouse. My clipped footsteps echoed against the marble flooring as I walked to my bedroom.

Upon entering my room, I found an unexpected visitor lying on my bed, her thighs spread and wearing nothing but lingerie like the very slut she was. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to grab her by the neck and drag her out of my penthouse. I had never laid a hand on a woman before, and I wasn't about to break my morals for this filthy slut.

"What are you doing here?" I asked calmly, though the intensity of my gaze made it clear I didn't appreciate her presence.

Claudia, my former sex partner, chuckled bitterly as she stared back at me with nothing but pure lust, something I found repulsive. She jumped off the bed and walked toward me.

"I badly missed you, Zayden," she said, attempting to hug me, but I stepped back.

She was wearing a strong perfume, likely worth thousands, but all it did was give me a headache.

Then it hit me that not even a billion-dollar perfume could make any woman smell like my little bird did. She literally smelled like fresh roses, which drove me more insane that night and till this day. I wondered if she worked in a garden, blooming the very roses that seemed to mirror her essence.

"Have someone else on your mind?" Claudia's annoying voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Leave," I said firmly this time, but she remained indifferent.

"Oh, come on, Zayden. I know you missed me too. Let's have a rough night...." Her words trailed off as I grabbed her neck in a tight grip.

Her light tan skin began to pale as I choked her, cutting off her breath. "The last thing I remember is that we were over. So when I told you to leave... you leave. Understood?"

Claudia was Lucas's best friend and the younger sister of one of my most trusted associates. A few years ago, we both agreed to fuck around and limit our relationship only to that. But she wanted to be more than just a casual fling, and that's where she crossed the line, and I ended it with her.

But at this point, I didn't care who she was, as the thought of touching Claudia again left me blind with fury. It wasn't just her; rather, I had tried to fuck some other women, even some pretty blondes over the past month, but I failed to even get them into bed. I knew it was all because of that one woman I had deflowered, who turned my taste exclusive only for her.

"Za...Za...Zayden," Claudia gasped, struggling under the pressure of my grip.

"Do you understand what I said?" I asked, unaffected by her half-dying state.

As she nodded frantically, I released her throat and shoved her back, watching as she stumbled, gasping for air. Her eyes widened with fear, but I was far too lost in my own frustration to care.

However, without wasting any more time, she grabbed her things and hurriedly ran out of my penthouse in her lingerie. I quickly changed the passcode to ensure she couldn't enter again without my permission.

Returning to my room, I undressed and sat in the wingback chair by the fireplace. I lubed up my cock and fucked myself, picturing my little bird in my mind.

I imagined snapping a collar on her neck and using the leash to drag her to her knees. I imagined holding her down by the neck as I pounded into her from behind, then flipping her around so I could fuck her with her knees raised to her chest, her screaming out in intense pleasure.

And most of all, I imagined spending myself into her tight pussy and holding her legs closed so a part of me stayed trapped in there.

"Fuck..." I came with a heaving groan, my cum splashing all over my hand and abs.

I hated to admit that I wanted this particular woman with a fierceness that robbed me of breath.

God has mercy on Cara mia. She had no idea what kind of beast she had unleashed.

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Edith's POV:

I was in his arms, my body pressed against his, every inch of me alive under his touch. His fingers traced down my spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as his lips captured mine, slow at first, teasing, before deepening into something far more urgent. I could feel the roughness of his hands as they gripped my hips, pulling me closer, as if he wanted to melt us into one. The heat between us was unbearable, but I craved it, and wanted more of it, of him.

He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through my entire body, sending shivers down my spine. His hands tightened on my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I could feel the hard length of him pressing into my stomach.

"Fuck," he muttered against my lips, his voice rough with need. "I can't wait any longer."

His hands slid down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly and setting me down on the edge of the bed. I barely had time to register the movement before he was between my legs, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs as he spread them wide. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, and I felt a thrill of fear mixed with excitement. He looked at me like I was his, like he owned me, and the thought sent a flood of heat straight to my core.

"You want this?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. "You want me inside you?"

I nodded, unable to form words, my throat too tight with anticipation. His gaze dropped to my lips, watching as they parted in a silent plea for more. He leaned in, his mouth hovering just above mine, so close I could feel his breath against my skin.

Just when his mouth found mine again, fierce and desperate, I jolted awake. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body still trembling, aching, as if his touch had been real. My room felt cold compared to the fire of the dream, but the sensation of him lingered.

I lay there, heart pounding, trying to calm the storm he'd left in me. It was just a dream... but the way my body was still hummed with the memory, made me terrified.

I cursed under my breath for having such a wet dream about that man every single day. I never imagined that I would end up craving for him more in such a way after thinking one night with the stranger was enough to satisfy my desires.

As I glanced at the clock, my eyes widened, finding it was already past 11 a.m. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept this long.

"Shit," I muttered, scrambling out of bed, but my body still felt exhausted, and the irritating headache came back, which I was having for the last few days.

Ignoring my pounding head, I rushed to the bathroom. Finishing a quick shower, I threw on an oversized knit sweater and simple black leggings.

Although I was in a hurry to go to my flower shop, I couldn't miss breakfast as I had already skipped dinner last night and now I was starving. Besides, I can't afford to fall any sicker since my body had been acting weirdly lately.

Preparing scrambled eggs, bacon, and toasted bread, I dug into my food as if I hadn't eaten in days. But as soon as I took the first bite of scrambled eggs, a sudden wave of nausea hit me. The next second, I bolted from the table, barely making it to the bathroom before I vomited.

Clutching the edge of the sink, I tried to catch my breath, my heart racing. Soon I closed my eyes, feeling the waves of sickness slowly subside.

The idea of being sick suddenly didn't seem right. Maybe it's just stress, or lack of sleep.... I reassured myself, though a nagging feeling in the back of my mind told me this wasn't just a passing thing.

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