The bargain

{Music Recommendation: The devil doesn't bargain ~ Alec Benjamin}

Mila felt helpless, with Zyran's hand on her breast shamelessly. She couldn't fight back or say anything.

What was she going to do in a moment like this one? When this man had the power to bend and crumple her if he wanted. Physically and even with wealth, Mila could see the hierarchy. She was beneath Zyran.

He was a king...no, a god, and she was a peasant.

"I want you to look at me," Zyran tipped her chin forward, his hand still on her breast. "Look at the face of the man in front of you."

Mila refused. She didn't want to look at him. In fact, she hated him. She didn't want any of this. Without knowing, a tear slipped down her eyes falling to her ears, and Mila pressed her lips tightly together.