~Kyra POV~
As his men maneuvered through the streets, I felt his hands glide over my thighs, igniting a spark of desire within me. The way he touched me sent waves of excitement coursing through my body, awakening every hidden yearning I possessed. When his fingers slipped inside, I fought to suppress the moans that threatened to escape my lips, each moment stretching into a tantalizing blend of pleasure and longing.
Finally, we arrived at his house. He effortlessly lifted me into his arms, carrying me to his bedroom and gently laying me onto the bed. My mind raced, expecting a passionate union, but instead, he simply shed his clothes, an alluring vision of temptation, and fixed his gaze on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. With a swift motion, he covered my mouth, silencing me, and then rang a bell.
Suddenly, a girl, her eyes hidden behind a blindfold, was guided into the room by one of his men. She knelt before him, and I could only watch as she took him into her mouth, a scene that both stunned and tormented me. My entire body ached, not just from the ropes binding me but from an unquenchable desire that surged within. I craved his touch, a simple gesture to relieve the burning need that consumed me.
As she surrendered to him, the air thick with tension, I felt an overwhelming heat wash over me. When she finally pulled away, looking dazed, her resolve crumbling as she sat up, a wave of exhaustion washing over her. The same guy reappeared, his presence looming as he gently took her away. A fiery heat coursed through my entire body, mingling with an ache that seemed to pulse in every fiber of my being. I craved something—anything—to alleviate the discomfort that consumed me. Just a fleeting touch, a brush of his fingers against my skin, would be enough to ignite the longing. He leaned in, filling the space between us with an electric anticipation that made my heart race.
"Have you learned your lesson, princess?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, as if savoring each word.
I nodded slowly, the weight of my emotions pressing down on me like a heavy blanket.
"Now you go to sleep," he instructed, and I felt as though I had just tumbled into a dark, inescapable pit, the air thick with tension.
I instinctively shook my head, a silent protest bubbling up inside me, but he seemed unfazed by my defiance. With a casual grace, he lay down beside me, surrendering to sleep as if the world around him faded into nothingness.
The struggle against my racing thoughts was fierce, but eventually, exhaustion enveloped me like a soft fog, and I drifted into slumber, my mind whispering promises of revenge that danced just outside my dreams.