FOUR | YES OR NO?

[POV: Sera]

He kicked his bedroom door shut, pressing me flat against the heavy oak. My fingers scrabbled for the doorknob, trapped between his massive frame and the wood.

"Calm down," he ordered, his voice dripping with absolute dominance.

He genuinely expected me to be grateful. The arrogant bastard probably couldn't comprehend a woman who actively tried to escape him. But my rebellious body betrayed me, greedy for the heat radiating off his muscular chest.

"Sir, please—"

"Milian. Say my name." His rough hand clamped around the nape of my neck, pulling me closer. "In this room, we are equals. Until I say otherwise."

Before I could process the contradiction, his mouth crushed mine. A surprised gasp slipped from my lips, giving his tongue full access. The sheer magnitude of his kiss melted my bones. I had never seen him kiss his courtesans on the mouth.

"Clothes off," he commanded, his voice a gravelly whisper.

I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly paralyzed by shyness.

"Do it, or I rip them off."

When I hesitated, he didn't wait. In one swift motion, he tore my blouse apart. Buttons popped and scattered across the hardwood. His calloused hands dragged down my curves, hauling my hips flush against his iron-hard cock. I lost all rational thought. My leg hitched up, wrapping around his thigh as he buried his face in my chest, swallowing my breasts whole.

"Milian..." I moaned, my fingers fisting his thick hair.

He tore my panties down, kicking them aside, and lifted me completely off the ground. My legs locked around his waist instinctively as the blunt, hot tip of his manhood rubbed against my soaking entrance.

"Look at me," he breathed, pushing a messy lock of hair from my sweaty forehead before aligning himself to enter.

Reality hit me like a bucket of ice water. My virginity.

My entire body seized. "No!"

He froze, his jaw tightening. Slowly, he set me down, his intense grey eyes analyzing me. I expected rage. Instead, he stepped closer, backing me up until the back of my knees hit the mattress. I tumbled back. He followed, pinning me down, his heavy body blanketed over mine.

He dragged a solitary finger down my throat, over my sternum, past my navel, stopping just above my wet slit. Slowly, agonizingly, he traced small circles.

"May I taste?" he asked, rubbing his nose against mine.

"No," I gasped softly.

But my hips were a traitor, grinding upward, chasing his fingers.

He smirked. "Is that a no? I should listen to your pussy instead of your lying mouth."

He pulled his hand away completely. A whimper of profound disappointment fell from my lips. A heavy silence hung in the air before he dove down. His tongue lapped everywhere—my thighs, the delicate creases of my hips—deliberately avoiding the aching core.

I couldn't take it. I grabbed his head, forcefully shoving his face into my wetness. The moment his tongue lashed against my clit, I screamed, my hips going wild.

Just as I was hovering on the edge of a violent orgasm, he stopped. He crawled up, positioning his cock over my slick entrance again. "Let me in, Sera."

"No. Please, no." I covered myself with both hands.

He let out an exasperated sigh, rolling onto his back and violently throwing a pillow across the room. "Damn it! Do you have a phantom boyfriend or future husband you're saving it for?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Get out," he snapped, pressing the heel of his hands into his eyes.

I scrambled up, grabbing my torn clothes. "I... I can use my mouth. If you need a release," I stammered.

He lunged off the bed, grabbing my arm. "Tomorrow. There's an orgy. You can show me what that mouth can do in front of everyone. Or I fuck you right now."

"Tomorrow," I whispered, terrified.

As I opened the door to flee, his voice stopped me. "Sera."

I froze.

"I love how your hair falls across your nipples. Bring your cousin tomorrow. I am bored of your sister."

I slammed the door. He was an absolute pig.