Alizeh

I walked into my room and looked at my face. I hated myself for letting him do all sorts of things to me. I haven't forgotten that he kissed Anoushka. They were perfect together. Beautiful. Mean. Popular. I hated them.

And they were both at war with me. But Zohravar was the kind of war you never see coming. And when you do, it's already too late.

I stared at my reflection with tears in my eyes. I wanted to scream. Suffocating inside.

I thought of the small scar on my breast. It was small. But it was a reminder I survived. But there was no surviving Zohravar. I could take thousand more scars like this but it wouldn't be as painful as we are together. But I wouldn't even be as alive as I am if not for him. I needed him like a drug.

I took off my shirt and looked at my breasts. My scar. It had angry red marks all over it. What in the ever hell goes on in his fucking brain. Bloody psychopath.

I hated myself for getting turned on by how psychotic he was. Before I started thinking about him more I rushed myself into a cold shower. By the time I came out it was around 9.

My entire house was empty. My servants had gone out. And my parents, well I didn't know where they were.

Suddenly the light went off and I thanked god I had at least worn clothes.

Someone put their hands on my mouth as I tried resisting. I was shaking. With fear.

My rigid spine recognised him. The need to run and hide enveloped me.

Bury myself and never be found.

His presence was like a natural disaster to me. Impossible to avoid and always left destruction behind. The destruction was me.

"You are my masterpiece Alizeh" he said.

I struggled against his arms trying to push him.

"Shhh baby. Are you wet right now? Do you fantasise about me like this?"

Yes. But screw him.

He rubbed his hard on, on my ass, shooting tremors inside me.

"Do you think I am crazy?", my voice was barely above a whisper.

"I don't think it. I know it." He pulled my earlobe and bit it. "And I want every last bit of your craziness."

I started rubbing my ass on his crotch, trying to catch him guard-less. Before I lost myself in him I tried hooking my elbow into his stomach. He held my arm and pulled me towards him and my body was flush against his. Every inch of mine was touching his.

" Contrary to the belief, being a king isn't the ability to plot but to predict the opponent's moves before they make them.", he taunted.

He pushed his cock into my shorts cladded butt. It was huge. We were dry fucking.

"If the queen dies, the king has no chance to survive." I said as he pounded into the back of thin shorts, mercilessly. His hands went inside my shorts cupping my butt through my underwear.

" Have you heard of the survival of the fittest baby? A king sacrifices his queen to save his kingdom. Because at the end of the day he is the king" he panted breathing into my neck.

I cupped his erection through my hands, surprising him.

"Well sometimes the queen is the king, Ace."

And then I squeezed hard. He stared at me. Losing control. I loved the unhinged madness on his face. I stared at him through the moonlight. I stared at his dark soul. Where stars like me shine. He cupped my bottom in return, putting two of his fingers in me. I squeezed harder. We both groaned out each other's names like a desperate prayer. He removed his hands from me as I instantly missed him.

He kissed my forehead and I could feel his lips curve into a smile. He smelt like me.

Then he left without a word.