Chapter 5

Xhani POV

I did not want to obey him; I did not want to take orders from him. Yet every part of my body craved him.

"Where are you taking me?" I said in a serious voice.

"It's a surprise, princess," he replied. I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was smirking.

"Well, if you don't tell me, then I won't be going anywhere with you. For all I know, you could turn out to be a murderer," I said in a husky voice.

Zain turned around and walked toward me. He took one step, so I took one step back. He stepped forward again, and again I retreated. Our eyes were locked, refusing to part, his gaze flicking from my lips back up to meet my eyes. Those eyes were lustful, and I was nervous. I hadn't realized how far I'd backed up until I felt the wall behind me. My eyes remained locked on his, still hungry.

He grabbed my chin with one hand and placed the other on my waist. Leaning in, he gently licked my earlobe. I didn't want to react, but my body betrayed me—a small moan escaped my lips.

With his mouth at my ear, he whispered slowly, "Princess, I won't murder you. Rest assured, I'm just here to take you out and make you mine."

"Um…what?" was all I could manage, breath catching in my throat. His warm breath on my ear and neck had me wetter than I'd ever been.

He slid both hands to my sides and around my waist. Grabbing my ass, he lifted me against his chest and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hardened length pressing against my core. He was big.

Heat surged between my thighs, and he was awakening something in me I'd never felt before. In a strained voice, I asked, "What are you doing with me?"

He smirked. "I'll show you better than I can tell you, princess."

My cheeks burned red, and I bit my lower lip. He brought his lips to the crook of my neck and trailed small kisses up and down my shoulder and neck. A series of low, soft moans tumbled out of me.

"Moan louder for me," he commanded, growing impatient. His kisses became rougher, leaving bites along my skin. Surrendering to his grip, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing us closer until my moans filled the entire house. I was fully aroused by his kisses and bites.

He kept grinding his hardness between my legs, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I tried to control myself, but it was nearly impossible with my climax so close. Zain must have sensed how close I was because he suddenly stopped. Panting, I stared at him with a sour expression, equal parts disappointed and confused.

He gently set me down and kissed my forehead, an unexpectedly tender gesture. "I want you, princess, but before I take you, I want you to accept me as yours." His eyes, still locked on mine, brimmed with desire and passion rather than raw hunger.

"I can't be with you. You're a playboy," I said, voice trembling.

He cupped my face with both hands, leaned in, and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "I'll be good for you then."

His words threw me off. But then again, isn't that what all playboys say when they're after one thing? I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back.

"I don't want you. You'll break my heart," I muttered, sadness pooling in my eyes.

I turned and dashed up the stairs toward my room, but before I reached the first step, he caught my wrist and pulled me back, pressing me into his chest. My back to his front, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist, he kissed my neck.

"Give me one chance to prove myself," he whispered.

I wanted to reject him—my mind screamed at me not to trust him—but my heart melted. Though I didn't say the words, I raised my arms and guided his head to the crook of my neck, tilting my head to give him more room to kiss. Understanding, he turned me around, still holding me tightly, and kissed me again. This time, his kisses were gentler, more passionate.

A moan slipped free, giving him the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. I lost myself in his arms all over again. Finally, I regained enough control of my hands to wrap them around his neck. He squeezed my ass, and I let out a small squeak. Then he lifted me, my legs loose around his waist, and carried me up the stairs. Pulling back from the kiss, lust shining in his eyes, he asked where my room was. I tilted my head toward it, and he carried me inside, setting me gently on the bed.

"Princess, if you don't get changed now, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and fuck you hard in your bed," he said in an aggressive tone, standing between my legs.

Blushing, I placed my feet against his chest and pushed him away. I got up, went to my closet, and picked out a plain, mid-length black dress with full sleeves and a low-cut neckline. It clung to me so tightly you could trace the pattern of my floral bra beneath it. I slipped on a thin black tanga to go with it. I'd forgotten Zain was still in my room until I heard him whistle, making me jump.

"Nice panties, princess," he said, giving me a sinful look.

"You're not supposed to be looking," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and inadvertently accentuating my breasts.