His Forbidden Obsession

"Is Seraphina afraid of me?" She pressed herself closer to the wall, avoiding the粗糙 voice's owner's skin. "You don't wish for my touch, but you were fine with his, Seraphina?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered her friend's tragic end at the hands of this man. "Then, why are you scared of my contact, my lady?" Lifting her gaze, she tried to escape, but her movement froze when he pinned her wrists against the wall, their bodies pressed intimately together. "Didn't I warn you to stay away? You defied me, and look what happened – another life lost." A smirk twisted his lips, seeing fear deepen her captivating blue eyes. "Now, we must ensure your obedience. For that, I have a unique method – a forbidden one, painful perhaps." He traced her skin, causing her to gasp. "The more pain, the greater the pleasure it will bring, my princess." He chuckled as she struggled, her fear akin to a trapped kitten. "The harder you fight, the deeper the ache." His hand descended lower, and her heart raced as his fingertips grazed her abdomen. "You belong to me, Seraphina, Arzal Darius Grayson."