The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 38

AT THAT moment, Isla’s heart thumped too fast that she can even overhear it.

Zero leaned closer to her and leveled his face on her left ear. She closes her eyes as his breath touches her cheek—it’s warm and refreshing. Damn this, she cursed inside her.

“You can’t sleep because you’re waiting for me,” he whispered.

And there it goes, her shame exploded.

Zero sniffed her hair. “I hate someone who contradicts my opinion,” he whispered.

She frowned slightly. “W-What do you mean?”

“Earlier, when Becca and I were talking, you jive—”

“Come on, Zero. I just stated what’s the best that I know—” she didn’t finish her words when Zero’s index finger pressed to her lips.

“Shh… stop reasoning. Now,” he moved away and stared at her; a smirk drawn on his lips. “You have to do whatever I’m gonna say, understood?”

She gulped as she met her eyes and nodded like a tamed pet.

“Good. Now, on the bed,” he said, eyes tucked to hers while he pointed in the direction of her bed.

She nodded again and rushed towards the bed.

“Sit,” he demanded.

She then sat at the edge. “Get naked.”

Her hands trembled slightly because of the pressure that Zero gave but still, she manages to take off her robe.

Zero’s eyes twinkled when he saw her body. Guess, the woman really wears nothing from the inside. He crossed his arms in front of his broad chest as he looked intimately at her.

“Now, lean backward and touch yourself,” he uttered.

Her eyes widened because of it. She was about to open her mouth to talk but held it when Zero arched his brow.

She gulped and lifted her hand. It landed on her right thigh. Her eyes never left Zero’s while she continues what she was doing. She saw how Zero’s Adam’s apple move handsomely when she trailed her hand upward until it reaches the lower part of her right breast.

She got the idea of what exactly her punishment was. But she won’t let herself hang up by just touching herself. She needs to look pleasurable, in that way, Zero will have the urge and won’t restrain himself from claiming her.

“Like this?” she asked, teasing visible in her voice. She wet her lips and bit them, seductively.

His forehead knitted. “More,” he muttered.

Isla smiled and started to clasp her right breast, massaging it circularly. She tweaked her nipple and run her hand into her other breast. One moment, she composed herself, pushed her body upward, and rests her head on the soft pillow.

Zero moved closer as he watches her.