Sin And Lust

ZORA POV

Love is a strong bond that should heal, but ours was crafted to ruin.

I had been kneeling in the cemetery, singing lullabies to a grave like it was my child for hours now.

The cold bit my skin, the eerie silence stung sharper, and felt colder than anything I knew.

But I felt safe here, where I wouldn't be judged for not wanting to get married to someone I hated.

My mother's best friend's son: Lucas.

But I found it here more comfortable than staying in any hotel room or my room.

I couldn't explain why I loved the misty smell of death. It felt safer and honest than anything else in my life.

With my knees pressed into the cold filthy dirt, and my eyes shut. I wasn't afraid of being attacked by ghosts or humans.

I was waiting patiently. For the storm to break.

My love for weird places like cemeteries was why Delilah, my sister, had called me crazy and peculiar.

Well, maybe I am. But I cared less, as I was constantly bored with the same passive thing happening every damm fucking day.

My voice was soft and cracked, but still steady. That's when I felt it- the chilling sensation of being watched.

I stopped singing, my fists clenching with

I snapped my head back and I saw a manly figure walking towards me with slow and well-calculated strides.

I jumped up to my feet, reaching for my gun neatly tucked in my waistband, waiting for the figure to try anything stupid.

And he would know why I chose to be a homicide detective. Why I rose high in my ranks despite being the youngest officer.

He emerged from the shadows like a nightmare sculpted with flesh-flawless, yet fractured.

His eyes burned cold, empty of mercy, like ancient fires trapped beneath ice.

Every step he took whispered of danger, a quiet threat that lingered in the air long after he stopped some inches close to my face with his hair dark, tousled and storm kissed.

He looked so perfect and handsome like a walking sin, that I had to blink several times to get accustomed to how enthralling he looked.

Staring deep as if searching for my soul, I gulped, suddenly feeling a thrill at the sight of him.

So deadly, so handsome that it made my eyes ache.

And he smiled when I stared back at him with a frown on my face, wondering why he wasn't saying anything.

Killers don't behave this way!

His smile was a razor-inviting but deadly, promising pain wrapped in temptation. He was darkness in human form, and the world felt fragile under his gaze.

"Little Nightmare," his voice was deep, and a mixture of smooth and raspy like he had tasted hell.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, closing and opening my eyes to calm the raging sensations my body had emitted from the effect of his voice on me.

I clenched my thighs when it throbbed with heat, and stared back at him.

No one had ever been able to get a sexual response out of me.

I clutched the hem of my jacket as I closed my eyes, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

"No one to you yet," he said, leaning in, grazing her jaw without touching. "But Zora, I'm already the one your thighs clenched for."

The wind shifted. I blinked as I gasped at his words. How did he know that and my name?

I hated that I loved how he said my name, the way he said my name didn't feel like a blessing – rather like a curse I wanted to wear.

My chest tightened with apprehension as who he was, he wasn't familiar. Maybe an undead. I laughed at myself for having such amusing thought.

But my surprise turned to anger that he was able to predict what had just happened to me.

"You surely don't know how to respect a stranger's privacy. How the hell did you know my name?" I asked, I was struggling to keep my voice calm so he wouldn't know he had disrupted my usually calm and collected self.

I wasn't afraid, but I was having chills all over my body.

"Don't worry about that, you would know be to whisper it soon, moan it even. Little nightmare," He said, smirking with his green pupils locked on me.

"Your eyes-it is filled with vengeance and raw power. I like that. Wonder how it would look when you take all the pleasure I will give."

I was stunned that I couldn't even clap back. I have never been spoken to shamelessly like that.

"That's it. You are crazy!" I snapped, turning my back as I began to walk back to my car hidden away from sight.

"Run if you want. But I promise, I will follow. Even into your dreams and nightmares."

I stopped, contemplating turning back to snap back at him. But I ran instead, ignoring his chuckle that made me forget how to breathe.

I drove back home faster than I have ever done, ignoring my father's calls as he had called more than ten times since I got into my car.

Getting home, my father was waiting in my room with a worried expression on his face.

"What took you so long, Zora? I was worried sick! Well, that's besides, since you are here, you have a prospective suitor waiting for you.

Please don't scare him this time around, Daddy needs it," he said, and I nodded knowing I would go against his wishes..

But his pleading tone caught my attention; I couldn't say anything as we had already gotten to the visitor's lounge.

"I will do my best."

"Thank you. I know you won't fail me," He replied, and he opened the room's door.

My heart and breath stopped working for a second!

Him! What is he doing here?

He raised his head not even betraying the fact that he had seen me a few hours ago. How did he even get here?

"This is Mr Kaelith, Mr Kaelith this is my last daughter, Zora."

I faked a smile, taking his cold hands trying not to look into his face.

"I would leave you both. I have a meeting to attend to, make yourself at home, Mr Kaelith," My father said, and he rushed out with his assistant.

The door clicked shut. Silence followed. I didn't move. Neither did he.

I felt his gaze before I met it– dark, slow, deliberate, as if undressing every secret I have ever worn.

"You know little nightmare, pretending you don't know me is adorable, " he said, his voice smooth yet shaking my restraints.

Scoffing I folded my arms, "I didn't recall wishing to the devil to let you haunt me twice a day."

"Yet, you still clench when I talk," his voice smooth as silk, yet laced with sin, "Tell me little nightmare, do your thighs always betray your words, or am I just special?"

Damn my body for betraying me.

"Do you always talk to every girl your dirty gaze falls on?"

" No! You would be the first woman I would be ruining.....slowly." I blinked, my pulses skipping.

"Try anything and I swear, I will blow your balls off."

"That's would be perfect nightmare. Then you would have to tend to them after."

"You need to leave!" I snapped, not wanting to listen to his words that made my knees weak.

"Sixty nights, Zora. That's how you long you'll be mine....before I decide if your father's dies screaming or saved," He said, and with that he walked off.