Whispers of the Damned

I couldn't find Ariana. The girl was already so drunk on the dance floor, I was in trouble. I was miserable, and dizzy. Don't know what to do. I can't get out of here without Ariana, and she's having fun on the dance floor while I... I just fought my enemy who harassed me! Again!

My breath came out loudly as I gulped down a burbon from my bottle. I propped my head up with my elbow and stared sadly at the dance floor.

I took another sip of my bourbon because my head was so stressed.

Zane Bernardi.

That guy...

Fuck that guy!

"Your kick hurts so much. You have to take responsibility about it." That low voice sent shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes, breathing out heavily. "That's because you're an asshole." I looked up and stared at him standing next to me. Staring at me with eyes that were misty under the dim lights of this club. "Go away, I want to have fun." "I want to have fun with you," he said.

Zane Bernardi is...a different species. "I don't want to."

"If you don't want to... I'll tell my brother that you didn't come home to take care of your friend who got into an accident. That you were in Los Angeles. For three days, and fooling around in clubs," there was a pause, he lowered his body making his lips an inch away from my ear. "That you kissed me. Guess what, what he's going to do? He's going to be so disappointed. Oh my poor brother." He continued.

I opened my mouth, looking at him. Being an inch away from his face allowed me to see him clearly. His eyebrows were thick, his green eyes looking at me intensely, still like the Tongass forest in Alaska. Home. The one that was destroyed. A flash of memory of our hot night he gave me loomed in my eyes. I still remember. The vivid sting of how he touched me and spoiled me. Pleased me. Before I fell back to the ground and discovered that happiness was a false thing. "You missed me," he said.

"I hate you." I replied. I looked down at the dance floor. "I don't know what your motive is for doing this to me, so tell me, or I'll punch you in the dick again."

He chuckled softly. "You'll be disappointed you can't use it, Cara Mia." He continued, and then closed the distance between us by sitting beside me.

His dominant, overpowering presence distracted me. My head throbbed from the alcohol that had started to work its way into my system.

I couldn't get drunk in this man's presence. In the past, I was drunk on love and passion, and it ended with him messing me up. Now I can't get drunk because he'll take advantage of that too. I should stay away from him. He's my enemy. "How can you be here freely? Don't you know that my parents' authority is here?" I asked. "I could report you to my father and you'd be finished. You touched me." I emphasized the last word, I looked at him with complete hatred while taking a sip of my burbon.

He smirked, "Just say the word, and we'll see what happens. Who will go to the ground first."

I winced.

"Daniella Rodriguez.." he hummed, still the same as five years ago. "..never thought I'd see you again. In this way." He continued. His eyes looked at me deeply, intensely, intoxicatingly.

My heart was already moving chaotically inside my chest. I grinned. "You're happy to meet your enemy? Who is none other than your brother's girlfriend as well?" I retorted, not wanting to look vulnerable because if he saw me vulnerable, then he would destroy me. "What would he say if in fact it was his brother who kissed me first?"

His eyes darkened, looking at me with the darkness of complete passion. I took another sip of my burbon.

"Tell him," he said lowly. "It would destroy your relationship, and I'd be happy to sneak in between you. Perhaps, steal you again."

I swallowed. "What do you want from me?"

He smiled slowly, sending a jolt of madness through me. "You're getting prettier," he didn't answer my question. "Bold. Sexy." His eyes dropped to my chest that was covered by my tight T-shirt. I moved away from him, but his arm was around my waist, pulling me to make me move closer to him. "Still sloppy." He whispered in front of my face. "Getting more attractive."

The mint and musk scent of his body takes me hostage, my eyes are foggy and all I can think about now is that night. I was drunk, damn it.

"Don't you want a repeat of that night, Rodriguez?” he whispers in a seductive voice. "I promise I won't leave you in the morning." He continued.

I shook my head, rebelling against him, trying to get away but the circle of his arms around my waist strengthened. "We are enemies." "Enemies have never looked so attractive until now." He said, his voice so heavy, the timbre suffocating, raspy and beautiful. "Until you."

"I want nothing to do with you, Bernardi the bastard." I looked at him sharply.

"But you're with my brother?"

"I'll break up with him later, because I don't want anything to do with Bernardi." I replied.

"That's a shame," His voice sounded like contrived sadness. "Though I guarantee you'll have a wonderful evening when you're with this Bernardi." He pointed to himself.

I winced, and tried to rebel again. He moved his face forward.

"You have no idea how happy I was to find you again."

"I'm sure you've already planned how the dramatic plot of killing me will go." I said.

"Oh, cara mia," His voice was deep and low. I hated it so much. "You're too beautiful to be killed." He continued.

I took a breath and let it out softly, staring at his thick lips and beautiful green eyes. My defenses were like spaghetti strings that were prone to breaking, and he was pressing me more and more. His thumb touched my lower lip, stroking it, and I closed my eyes. The fog had taken over my mind, the effects of alcohol taking me out of my senses.

His touch is intoxicating. Hypnotizes me.

Sent a cold jolt through my bloodstream.

And it was even more terrifying when his lips pressed against mine again. Sucking me in so hard, his lips found mine again. But this time his kiss dominated the situation, just as he had already done, crashing into me and bringing down my walls. His tongue caressed the seam of my lips, searching for a way in.

I closed it, preventing him from kissing any further. He bites my lower lip in a silent request for me to open up to him. His teeth scraped and pulled, making me groan at the feeling.

I grabbed a handful of his t-shirt as he bent me backwards. Caught between the blazing fire and the flames on my back, I clung to him. He slipped past my defenses, using my surprise against me. When he slipped his tongue onto mine, he groaned, the sound vibrating in my chest and sending hot sparks to my skin.

He ate me, taking everything he could. His mouth was a weapon, and he used it to crush me until I closed my eyes and returned his touch. God, it was wrong, so wrong, and I hated it, but I couldn't stop my nipples from tightening or the goosebumps that danced through my body as he kissed me. A moan escapes me, and he runs his hands through my hair, pulling my head back and bringing his mouth to mine. Fuck. I'm completely drunk.

Owned. This is what it feels like to be owned by someone else. I've never felt anything like it. Not with Jason. The thought sent a huge wave of shame through me.

I pushed against his hard chest. He didn't give up, still taking everything he wanted. It felt good, but I knew it was wrong. Everything in me rebelled, and I looked away. He growled, moving away from me and smiling at me with his charming face darkened.

"It's only eight in the evening."

"What?"

His hand was on my neck, and .... like a switch being turned off.

Darkness invaded me.

<<<

My eyes moved faintly. I could just wake up from my faint-like sleep. I closed my eyes again, groaning when I felt my head so dizzy, and my body heating up.

I opened my eyes, this time my vision was very clear. In front of me was a wide glass wall that showed the city at night. I frowned, the rooms in Abraham's house were not like this, the view in Abraham's house was the beach and the ocean. I blinked.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

My mind crawled slowly, making me realize what was happening.

I was sleeping naked, just my underwear. And also the dizziness that hit my head was so strong when I tried to raise my head. I was lying on my side with my elbows supporting my weight. My eyes glow in this dark luxurious spacious room, as I pull up the thick blanket to cover my bare chest. I looked at the clock on the nightstand that read nine o'clock in the evening.

Where am I?

"Ah, earlier than I thought,"

My gaze is drawn to the origin of the voice in front of the bed, my breath catching as I look at the man in front of me.

Zane fucking Bernardi.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why am I here?" I asked, fighting the pain in my throat.

Zane Bernardi was sitting quietly on the couch, watching me. His calm face and dominant aura pierced something deep inside me. His grin made my guard up.

Zane... I was at that club, he insisted on kissing me. I was drunk and then I didn't remember anything.

"What are you doing to me? Where are my clothes?!" I yelled at him.

Zane chuckled in response. He got up from his seat and allowed me to get a good look at him.

Zane was still wearing a black t-shirt. His black hair looked messy, yet sexy. I really couldn't wrap my head around all the things inside me because I could still praise the demon in front of me.

"You threw up drunk and soiled your clothes, so I took them off."

I frowned before remembering what happened last time.

"I wasn't drunk, I passed out because you pressed my neck!" I growled.

He chuckled again, guiltlessly as he said, "Ah yeah, I lied, then."

Shielding my naked body, I moved back as he approached the bed, stepping slowly as he took off his shirt.

Zane Bernardi was a broad-shouldered man and narrowed to his hips. A tattoo of an eagle ran from his left upper arm to his left chest then was adorned with strange lettered tattoos on his chest and both inner elbows. "You look like you're seeing a ghost."

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"I see worse, it's demons." I bit out, stopping moving when I was on the edge of the other bed, about to fall. "I have to go home. Where are my clothes?" I asked again.

The man was silent, watching me with his eagle eyes that were so intense, and deep.

My feet had started to get off the bed, but I felt my body float then land a little hard on the bed that made me bounce. My eyes widened when Zane was on top of me, holding me tightly.

"Get the hell out of away from me!" I cursed, struggling beneath him.

"That's not the right welcome after a long absence, Daniella." He replies, his face dropping, his dominant eyes that seem to want to devour me making me stiff. "Finally we meet again, Princessa." he whispers, moving further to crush my body under his control.

His lips instantly landed on mine as his hand moved to the nape of my neck and gripped me. Deepening our kiss. While his lips were already playing with mine, biting me lightly. This kind of hypnosis has blinded me, my body feels hot. Something like urging me to come out, making me unconsciously open my mouth and give Zane's tongue access to go deeper.

He broke our kiss, his face dropping to my neck. His mouth sips, tasting my skin, biting me there making a disgusting moan escape my throat.

Oh God...

"Zane..."

"That's right... Zane... Not Danzel. Now you can say my real name," he said in a low tone. He chuckled heavily. Sexy. I swallowed bitterly.

"This is wrong." My voice was hoarse in between his teasing.

"I like doing wrong things." He paused, biting me on the skin of my neck. "You too."

I rebel again-and fail. It's like my strength hasn't returned after being knocked unconscious by this damn man.

His face was back on top of mine, pulling my face up from the pillow and kissing my lips lightning fast, sweet and soft. I tried to resist again with what little strength I had left. But I couldn't. Zane crushed my lips deeper and deeper, further eroding the distance between us, and taking my breath away until the oxygen left my lungs.

Blood rippled beneath my skin, buzzing with the nerves of ignited passion. I crumble under this man. My enemy.

He was the man who stole my first kiss. Jason kissed me many times, but only Zane Bernardi managed to leave that euphoria behind. Only he could make me lose my mind the moment our lips came together.

The sweetness and tenderness turned rough, and filled with possessiveness. He began kissing me hard--scratching my lips roughly, his tongue pressing against mine forcefully. One hand descended from my face, towards my chest that was obscured by the blanket. Making the urge of passion overwhelm me. Moans once again escaped.

My wide-open mouth makes him dominate me even more. He broke our kiss, quickly pulled back the blanket covering my body, and then pulled up his own pants. I turned my face away when he removed the last cloth on his body, and then he pulled down my panties quickly, and he was back on top of me.

The touch of our naked bodies made my body feel like it was being electrocuted.

He kissed me back. Wild, wet, and claiming.

Surrender. I returned his kiss with the same rhythm. Growling under my breath as he rubbed our touching bodies, something hard and hot touched and pressed against my core.

Desire overwhelming my chest, I tilted my head, letting him take possession of my lips once more and returned his kiss, both my hands around his neck like I didn't want this to end. The remnants of consciousness almost disappeared as his firm hands moved wilder and wilder, caressing my chest meaningfully until there was a stinging feeling that made my consciousness instantly swallowed by the strong desire to accept his touch again and again.

"You want me so much, my enemy." He whispered seductively, his hand moving across my wetness.

Stroking me delicately while this time his face went down, towards my chest, he suckled my erect nipple that was right in front of his eyes, his other hand squeezing in a seductive motion. Making moans escape from my throat, making the jolt in my chest intensify.

"I'll give it to you after torturing you." He continued, and then he really tortured me with passion. His fingers pressed into me but didn't move.

"Asshole!" I cursed with a subtle sigh as he didn't let me achieve release at all.

That annoying grin came, "Answer my question, have you ever done it with anyone else in these five years?"

I paused, deciding to reply. "You're my first but I'm not stupid enough to just leave your trail there." Even though I was stupid for never doing it with another guy.

I would never give him what he wanted: absolute possession of me. Answering that question with a lie was the right thing to do, I wouldn't give Zane Bernardi the pride of being the first and last. I wouldn't give him that. Fuck the orgasms he doesn't give. I just want to be free of that man's power. Maybe he'll let me go.

"Did you do it with Jason?"

"Of course. We're dating." I replied casually.

I had thought I'd won when I saw his stony expression, but in an instant that face changed with a devilish grin and Zane's next words made me freeze.

"You lied, Cara Mia." He whispered low. "No one touches you but me... here," his fingers sink into me, they move slowly and gently, teasingly. I parted my lips, my body arching upwards as he fondled my breasts again. "And here." "You don't know what's what..."

I said between my sighs. Still grabbing the last of my courage to resist. He stopped moving his fingers, even getting out of there. I just swallowed, trying to restrain myself from begging like a bitch. He also moved his face away making his sexy lips leave my chest.

Now he towered over me in a half-sitting position, his knees bent on the bed supporting his towering body revealing the sexy muscular curves of his upper body. Zane Bernardi truly deserves the nickname 'Prince charming' with all his perfection. The perfection of wealth, family, power and physique. However, it is even more suitable to be nicknamed 'Charming Devil' because the man's vices are truly perfect as well. Resembling or even exceeding the 'Devil'

My heartbeat pounding, we just stared at each other with me still lying down and him still in his position, looking at me with a deep and intense gaze.

I thought that he was going to let me go so I was about to move to sit up but he easily pushed my body back down. He grinned with a terrible smile.

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"So you've had sex with Jason?" the question had a calm tone, I chose silence and closed my eyes. Not wanting to make my eyes drop and see something hard looming over me.

"Is he touching you like this?" he asked, along with a peck on my cleavage. All the nerves in my body tightened, I arched when I felt his gentle pecking and nibbling around my chest which I was sure would leave many marks. "Did he make you like this?" he asked again in a heavy, passionate tone. His tongue fondled my stomach and continued down to my exposed wetness.

The warmth of his breath immediately invaded me there, I held back my scream as a rubbery object landed there repeatedly.

Zane kissed me there before his tongue moved gently, devouring me like he was eating a sandwich. The tickle made me shake my head. My body twitched from the tingling and pleasure I was suffering after five years of never feeling it. Zane tortured me mercilessly in pleasure.

"Zane~"

He growled.

The sound traveled through my body. I gasped as his tongue pushed in slowly and deliciously. It assaulted me with sensual, urgent torment.

So urgent.

My headache was so dizzy. My pulse was racing.

"Zane," I gasped.

My knees went weak, my legs trembled with tension. His lips continued to tease while his hands held my hips, fondling me with long, long touches.

He seemed to be satisfying with his full attention-like he was so greedy and urgent that it made me squirm with throbs of pleasure. My wet parts tightened, I was close to climax..

I scream his name when fire seems to strike my body. I arched my body as the feeling hit me, scattering my consciousness into a million pieces.

My skin was hot and wet.

The climax vibrated every nerve in my body, but I knew he wasn't done yet. His tongue continued to caress me, teasing me with pleasure and torment, attacking me urgently until the climax hit me once again.

Another orgasm followed.

I felt the bed buckle as he moved. He released me. Opening my eyes, my gaze collided with his. He smiles a satisfied and dashing smile. My pulse races, my face burning as I feel the jolt of his hardness pressing against my wetness. Oh god... I gasped. My body convulsed. My eyes flew open. I held my breath.

"Tell me did he make you like this, Cara MIa?" he whispered hoarsely, coming back down on me. Showering every part of my face with kisses from my forehead, both eyelids, the tip of my nose and a long pause on my lips. It ends with our kiss, which is different from the previous one.

It's softer, teasing and longing.

My arms again wrapped tightly around his formidable neck, squeezing the back of his hair lightly.

"You want me too, Princess." he whispered, their foreheads coming together, our breaths coming together. "Let me in." Zane growled.

I swallowed hard. "Slowly," I whispered and he brought our lips back together. His one hand parted my legs, caressing my thigh. I could barely breathe as he pushed into me.

It hurt.

The sting of extreme pain overcame me. I closed my eyes, wincing, clutching his back tightly. Trying hard not to cry, he'd been so gentle, but my sensitive skin still stung from his urgency. I'd never had sex again, so of course it hurt. "You lied, Cara Mia." He whispered.

I opened my eyes with my lips parted.

Zane kissed my face again, and then kissed my lips softly.

"This will be temporary. Hold on, Dee," his words were so soft.

I reached for his back. Clawing at it as he began to push me expertly. Ignoring my scratches, he pulled back slightly and pushed gently. Really slowly. Then leaned down and kissed my lips again, slow and sweet.

Slowly but surely and briefly, the pain fades--replaced with the pleasure that begins to run through me. A pleasure I've never felt again. I can't completely deny it anymore. I opened my legs wide and accepted him fully.

His control was so strong-pushing into me. I screamed, gripping his shoulders, tensing up when that huge thrust came again. He pushed me to the top time and time again. My nails dug into his muscles. I gasped, feeling the hot, hard rush inside me. "You're mine," Zane groaned, gripping my waist, changing the angle. Wanting to go deeper.

He crushed me tightly, holding me still, urging me hard and fast. I jerked hard, feeling my peak again. This time he overtook me, shaking violently, his grip tightening.

I couldn't breathe, helpless.

I'm falling back into such deep regret tomorrow.