Page 54 of Primal

“No, no, no.” Throwing the comforter off me, I get out of bed and grab my phone off the nightstand and the knife Zyran gave me out of the drawer.

I’m prepared this time.

Unlocking my phone to call the police, I tiptoe out of the room and down the stairs—careful to avoid the creaky ones—toward the living room, where the sound of the crash came from.

I type 9-1-1 into the keypad, but right before I push the green call button, a huge, hulking shadow passes over me.

“What do you think you’re doing, butterfly?” a deep, dark voice asks. I can’t see him, but I see the orange-red butt of a lit cigarette just feet away from me.

My phone slips from my hand as I take a step back. My stomach flutters with nerves, and a warmth spreads from my lower stomach to my core.

“Please,” I whisper, backing up until I’m pressed against the front door. The shadows aren’t doing anything to deter my urge to reach out and touch him. If anything, they make me want to throw myself into the darkness and let him take me.

I’m about to do just what when he holds up a hand to stop me.

“Not yet, baby,” he says before stepping out of the shadows to reveal himself dressed in black from head to toe, just like the first night we met. Even though his face is obscured by his ski mask, those deep blues will always be the first thing I see.

In his other hand, Zyran is clutching a black duffel bag. From where I’m standing, I can see it’s filled to the brim with all of my stuff.

“Get on your knees, Kiara,” he commands as he takes another step forward.

Without a second thought, I fall to my knees heavily; a little squeak of pain escapes me.

“Leave me alone,” I try to grit out, but there’s no bite to my tone. I’m so turned on right now, and I can’t think straight because Zyran is so close, and he smells so good despite the odor of cigarette smoke. All I want to do is unzip his pants and swallow his dick.

He looks down at me staring at his crotch and chuckles. “Hungry for me, baby?”

I bite my bottom and nod.

Zyran holds out the duffel bag and says, “Put your phone in the bag.”

I drop it inside without hesitation. He zips up the bag and tosses it out of the way.

One of these days, I’m going to find all the things he’s stolen from me. I hadn’t realized he’d still been taking my things until several pairs of underwear went missing. It wasn’t until then that I realized I’d lost a pair of shoes, a purse, and other small things.

Everything must have been insignificant if I hadn’t noticed they were gone, and I couldn’t be mad because I knew why Zyran was taking them—for the same reasons I get aroused by him taking my things. We were meant to be together; I just hate that it took so long for us to find each other.

Zyran puts out the cigarette in the ashtray by the front door and sticks his gloved hands into the pockets of his hoodie. “Take my cock out,” he says darkly.

Finally.

Quickly, I unzip his jeans and pull out his thick cock. My mouth begins to water at the sight of his thick, red head dripping with precum. I run my thumb over a juicy vein on the underside, teasing him.

He grunts and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “Stop doing that and suck,” he says harshly.

I wrap my lips around him and slowly take him in until his head is hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water instinctively as I start to gag and choke on him.

Zyran threads his fingers through my hair and pushes himself far into my mouth and holds me there. “Swallow,” he says, but I struggle against him to get him to let go because I’m for sure going to puke.

“I’m not letting go until you swallow, butterfly.” His tone is harsh, and I know that I have no other choice but to do what he says so he’ll let go.

Calming myself down, I swallow once, then twice, before he finally lets go. I pull away from him and keel over, coughing and gasping.

“You know I don’t like when you do that, Zyran,” I manage to get out in between heaves. That couldn’t be further from the truth, actually; I love when he gets this way.

He reaches down and runs a hand over my cheek. “Sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”

One minute, I’m on the floor, and the next, Zyran’s throwing me over his shoulder and walking down the hall to the living room. He plops me onto the couch and rips my shorts off before spreading my legs wide open.

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