Alpha Boys Chapter 15
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👬 Alpha Boys CHAPTER FIFTEEN: 🧑🎤
🔸(The Devil’s Plaything)🔸
“If I answer your first question, you’re taking off your SKIRT, shall we start?” He said, standing up gallantly.
Zinnia bashed her lids repeatedly as she stared at his figure which towered above her.
She looked for a sign that what he just said was a joke, but nah, Killian Alpha is not the jovial one.
He means every word that comes out of his corrupt mouth.
“What vulgar rule is that? I refuse” she said bluntly.
“Well then, we can go over to my questions” he replied simply, sitting back.
“You don’t have plans to answer my questions anymore, right? That’s why you made the rule cos you knew I wouldn’t agree” she raised her lashes.
“Have you ever dated?” He asked his first question, ignoring her words.
“Huh?” She sounded, obviously not expecting that question.
“What’s your ex’s name? Was he Italian? ” He asked, balancing his eyes on hers.
“Why should i tell you that? ” She questioned back uncomfortably, and he rubbed his crotch.
“There are no limits to the questions. I see no reason why you should decline, Little Flower” he said, his voice surprisingly calm, but even the calmness is lethargic.
“I’m not gonna answer that. You can ask another question or we can go back to school” she replied and stood. taking her backpack.
She walked to the door but couldn’t open it.
She kept pulling at the knob, but it didn’t work no matter how hard she tried.
She turned around to question him, and she jumped frightfully when she saw him behind herself already.
Before she could protest, he gripped her two hands and raised them up above her head, pinning them tightly on the wall while his body pressed pretty much on hers.
His scent invaded the privacy of her insides again, and his hot clean breath fanned her face. She inhaled it without planning to.
Struggling will only put ideas in his head, she knows that, so she stayed still.
“Let go of me” she talked, not looking up at him.
Her eyes stayed on his chest, and she noticed the necklace he’s wearing.
The pendant is a bullet, and there are dried bloodstains on it like it’s from the 90s or something.
“You’re not leaving till you answer my three questions, properly” he said gravelly, but she kept quiet.
One of the memories she wants to forget permanently is the memory of her ex. Yes, she dated once, and it ended in tears.
“I hate silence, madly. You might wanna start talking” he said in a warning tone again.
Silence.
His right hand snaked under her skirt, and she gasped when she felt his fingers between her thighs.
“You always want the hard way, and have I told you that’s what makes you special? Fiorella?” He said, tracing his fingers on her sensitive skin.
(Fiorella is the Italian translation of Little Flower)
Zinnia couldn’t move, she kept her eyes low and her body still as his fingers went higher between her thighs.
Usually, she wears boy shorts under her skirt, but this morning…she was in a hurry to get to school early, so the only thing under her skirt right now is her net panty.
She likes net undies.
Her breathing became loud and fast, and her palms became really sweaty as his fingers moved past her mid-thighs, going up…
“You love getting touched inappropriately like this, don’t you? I can feel the heat on your smooth skin, and your ragged breathing” he whispered, and she clenched her thighs, but he shoved them apart, making her gasp as he touched her deeper.
His hand stopped just below her panty, and she held her breath. Why is her body wanting more when her head is against it?
One more move of his fingers, he’d he touching her pu$$y.
She looked up at his eyes this time, and instead of the usual smirk, there’s mischief, and that kind of made her snap out of it.
“His name… His name was Tyson. He’s an Italian… My ex” she quickly said, and he reluctantly dropped his hand from her middle thighs.
“Tempting me is your favorite game. You love seeing how far I can go, and it’s quiet interesting” his smirk finally appeared.
“You’re nothing close to a normal person, you’re a beastly psycho” she said to his face.
“Never have I ever denied that, fiorella. Yes I am” he replied blankly, stroking her wrists that he’s holding.
“Let go of me” she said, regretting how she allowed him to touch her some minutes ago.
How could she? And what the hell is this madman doing to her?
“Not that fast. You still have one more question to answer” he replied, and she was about to fire back when he received a call.
She bit her lip to stop herself from talking, and he retrieved his phone with his right hand, still holding her hands down with the left hand.
It’s Zade calling.
“What’s up? Man” he picked.
“Get back here Kill. Ray is in school, I mean…
“Russian godmother?” Killian cut him off.
“Right… You’re needed” Zade replied and hung up .
“Fûck” Killian muttered, finally letting go of Zinnia’s hands.
He got his shirt and dressed up.
“Are we leaving?” Zinnia asked.
“Yeah. There’ll be a next time though” he replied confidently.
” I’m never coming back here with you” she said.
” I won’t be the one to bring you. You’ll find me” he replied, and she grimaced.
He opened the door easily, and he grabbed her hand, taking her with him out of the house.
She just allowed him to do whatever. Once they’re out of here, she’d be free from this mad guy.
They got back in the car, and the silent ride back to school started, but is it weird how she can’t get over the burning sensations between her thighs?
It feels as if his cold fingers is still there, and it’s torturous as she had to clench her thighs throughout, screaming at herself inwardly.
Her body isn’t supposed to be react this way…not for this jerk…. never!
*
ROYAL PRIDE HIGH OFFICE_FIRST FLOOR*
The front door of the office is surrounded completely by the guards, and students aren’t allowed to come close.
Ray is inside the office with Malachi and the three boys.
They adults are seated though, and the boys are standing in front of them.
“I didn’t know you were in Italy” Malachi said, referring to Ray.
“I’ve been in the country since last night for a deal, and it’s a fúcking mad situation that my prince had to get beaten up by your scoundrels. It’s maddening!” She replied sternly.
“My boys definitely wouldn’t attack without a reason, and your son is not innocent. The last time he messed with their floor elevator, and Zade got greatly wounded, but now he sent a spy to their mansion?” Malachi defended.
“No comment, Malachi. All I know is that one more attack from your boys, then the country war we’ve been avoiding will actually happen” Ray replied.
“You mean we should tolerate your son’s lunacy all because he’s your prince? We’re princes too, and this is Italy, not Russia!” Zade spat.
“Zade! ” Malachi cautioned.
“He’s fúcking right! Take that motherfûçker out of this country already, he’s a total bitch!” Hardin snapped.
“Just like his mother” Jordan added, and Ray stood in blind anger.
She drew a gun out of her gown and aimed for Jordan, but Jordan ducked, and the bullet got Killian who’s just coming into the room, hitting his left arm.
The boys gasped, but he didn’t stop walking.
His eyes are on Ray’s, and she looks unshaken too even with his stoic appearance.
His blood soaked his uniform sleeves badly, and Ray dropped her hand.
Malachi kept sitting peacefully till Killian got to her.
He grabbed her impatiently by the throat, taking her to the chair and slamming her roughly on the glass, almost crushing her windpipe.
She kept her eyes blank, and his fingers almost dug into her neck as her skin reddened insanely.
“You might be the Russian godmother, but I’ve never spared fûcks about statuses, so listen, Ray. If your son trespasses one more time, I’ll kill him, burn his damn body then send his ashes to you inside a champagne bottle. I swear to me” he muttered with venomously bloodshot eyes, slowly letting go of her throat.
His fingerprints appeared on her neck.
Ray stood and grabbed her purse from the table, then she gave the boys a meaningful smile that says THIS ISN’T OVER.
She gave that same look to Malachi before leaving the heated room, and the guys rushed to Killian who’s bleeding so much.
“Man, are you ok?” Zade asked.
“Sure. I’ll go get some shots” he replied, walking out like that without sparing Malachi a glance.
“Meet at the castle tonight. We have to talk, Killian included” he stood, carrying himself with much agility.
He left the office, and the boys exchanged glances.
*
TO Be Continued
