Pulses thrum through my body, playing a notorious song as I stare at the humongous gate that stands between my destination.

Here we go!

The coldness of metal tickles my palm as I grip the iron bars with both hands and pause. When I hear no one approaching me with a uniform of a security guard, I hook my foot in one of the designing triangles of the gate and climb.

A wild and reckless feeling twists the knot in my stomach as I raise my right foot, then the left one to climb the gates of hell. Thanks to God I wore stretchable pants today.

I look back and see the cab still waiting for me. The driver ogles me shockingly from his seat as if he has never seen a girl in the rain, climbing an enormous ten feet iron gate.

At least I have a backup plan if anything bad happens.

At five feet high from the earth, his Villa gets more visible. I could see a lightning chandelier on the ground floor and solar panels on the roof. Some rich people miser shit!

I keep my leg on his black marble studded nameplate that has his name inscribed with golden letters. "Fuck you, Mr. Black." I say as an apology as I stain his plague with my shoe print and climb on the wall to avoid the spikey arrows of the gate.

Only after reaching at the top, I realize it is ten feet high from the ground. My breath freezes in throat and I feel dizzy as if I climbed the Everest. I look back at my Uber ride, the driver makes a cross on his chest and hastily makes a U-turn to exit the scene.

WhatTheFuck? My back up plan just ran away!

Now I am only left with my front plan, that is the other side of the wall. 

I look down, the floor is of concrete, very hard, harder than my bones which are slowly turning into gelatin. Before I could lose my nerves, I see myself climbing down the vines of the plant hanging closely to the wall.

"Oh god, what am I doing?" Apparently no answer comes from above, so I continue to stride down blindly. I kick through the green vines to find the footholds. They sizzle with my movement but hold my weight nicely as I clutch on to them with my life.

This is crazy. I am crazy. Adrenaline pumps through my pulse and an insane part of my wants to laugh as I climb down the deadly barrier of his castle, which he thought could stop me.

My feet land in a puddle of water with a loud splash, drenching my pants till my butt. But no wetting can stop me today from meeting that AI asshole. I kiss the vines goodbye and walk towards the driveway that leads to-

"Hey! Who's there?"

I hear a growl louder than the thunder and my head jerks up in frantic. I glance around and it takes me couple of heartbeats to spot a dark figure striding towards me.

It's a man, tall, dressed in dark clothes with a cap on his head. The security watchman.

And he is coming at me. Fast as a bullet.

My atoms panic and my legs bolt as if having intelligence of their own. I run and run through the concrete path as I hear couple of heavy footsteps slapping against the wet ground, charging after me.

"STOP!" I hear another growl.

I don't dare to look back, but I know the security guard is gaining as I feel him running with an intensity of a storm. And in an instance, he slams into me from behind, pushing me to the ground like a WWE wrestler.

Air whooshes out of me and I hit the puddle of muddy water with the guard on top of me. "Let go off me!" You motherfucker! I twist beneath his weight and try to fight my way out by elbowing him.

But the watchman blocks my every blow and flips me over, that I fall on my back, right into that muddy puddle. I try to wiggle out of his strong grip, but he lunges forward, catching each of my wrist in his hand before I can swing at him again.

"I said let go off me." I scream at the dark shape above me and below the dark sky. But he straddles me roughly and keeps me pinning down like a caged bird.

"And why should I let you go, Miss Stone?" His breathing heavy from exertion as he says, "After all, you are trespassing on my property."

I freeze.

My heart stops, but the rain continues to pour from the above clouds. I hear more footsteps approaching us, and I blink my eyes at the man on top of me.

Pitch-black hair, body licking designer suit, snowy white shirt and eyes so hungry that could eat up the entire universe. 

He is not the watchman.. He is the devil himself.

Dakota Black.

The lightning bolt that hit me was none other than him. He was the storm that chased after me and tackled me down like a mad bull.

And now, I am under his blackness.

Dark clouds hover his head but nothing else catches his eyes, other than my quivering body under him. A shiver races from the top of my neck to the end of my spine as I watch him above me.

He is huge.

Shoulders broad like mountains, and biceps to the sides that could even knockout a bull with one punch. But his eyes. Those are the lethal weapon, which are fiercely slicing into me right now.

Unhinged, unflinched.

"You are a bad.. bad kitty." He growls, lowering down to my face. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused me?" My breath hikes as his fingers tighten on my wrists in anger.

His strength is immense, and it somewhat scared me. "I-I Mr. Black.. Aye wanted to talk to you about something very important." I feel breathless under him, under his gaze that sharpens like a murder weapon.

"By intruding on my property like a thief?" Dakota growls lowly, while keeping those heinous eyes on me as if I'll dash out if he didn't.

"I am not a thief!" The bold side of me takes over and I stare square back at him. "You know exactly why I am here, Mr. Blac-"

"And you know I have every right to call the police and get you arrested right now, Miss Stone." He scowls, dangerously leaning down to me till we share the same breath.

His green eyes dark against the deep grey sky and I couldn't help but notice the intimate position he locked me in. My chest rises and falls, touching his suit every time, but none of it bothers him as he holds me down with his steel grip and stone cutting gaze.

I couldn't move, nor think beyond the idea of being thrown into jail for just climbing a gate. And this sudden realization was enough to shatter my confidence knowing, he was one step ahead of me.

"Mr. Black.." I lick my lips and he narrows his eyes threateningly. "There has b-been some misunderstanding. And I-I am here to clear it." My teeth clatter with fear and cold. Wet clothes stick to me like a second skin while I stay frozen in the pool of water.

Dakota crooks his eyebrow up with a silent gaze. His deep eyes run over my heaving body like moving rivers as he thinks deeply. I take in more air than needed to calm my raging thoughts that I am still under him and he dominately hovers from above, while the watchman is standing a little far, watching us confusedly.

"Perhaps we should finish this discussion inside. Where we both can be comfortable." He says while letting go off my wrists. Blood flows through my veins and I feel my hands again, which were numbed with his harsh hold.

His weight and warmth lifts from me but I stay on the ground, catching my breath with the effect of his closeness. His stubborn woody scent still lingers on me despite the pouring rain from above.

I shake my wet hair strands and sit up. I am completely drenched in the muddy water and my hair, it is sticking everywhere on my face like an octopus.

"Miss Stone."

When I look up, Dakota is holding out his hand for me. His palm is extensive than my face. There are calluses on the edge which screams he lifts heavy weight and his fingers, they are incredibly thick and long, with no ring on it.

My wet hand reaches out for him and grabs his hand. Warmth from his flesh pours into mine and I shiver feeling the temperature difference. His fingers curl around my hand tightly and he pulls me to my feet as if I weigh nothing.

My legs disbalances and I almost slam my nose, digging into his chest. I look up, but not at his deep fucking eyes. His expensive looking Armani suit is completely drenched in water with dirt sticking to its black cloth and tailored white shirt.

I can't believe he out ran the guard to catch me!

The watchman stares at us awkwardly, with a series of confused expression on the face. Whereas his boss still holds my hand tightly in his grip, as if I'll sprint the moment he will let go.

I take a step back from his closing figure when he grabs me by my waist in a wrestling move. "What are you doing?" I gasp when he yanks me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of cabbages.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" My ass plums up in the air indecently and I scream at the top of my scared lungs, but he doesn't respond. I kick my legs at him and he instantly grabs me by my knees with his other free hand.

"Put me down. I can walk myself." I yell in frantic. My bellies slip from my feet but he continues to walk like a blind horse.

"I don't think so, Miss Stone." Dakota says calmly, holding on to my hips. "A. I don't want you to run again. B. I don't want to chase you again. And C. I don't trust you, so this is better this way." He explains it like a presentation.

"This is not the time for a joke. Get me down." I scream at him.

"Yup. Definitely not." He says while tightening his grip.

I peek my head above his shoulders and through my falling hair strands, I look where he is taking me. A gasp of air releases from me as I see his enormous villa getting intimidatingly closer and closer.

And at last, the brute carries the princess of farland to his unholy and unescapable castle.

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Can anyone tell me what is better than sex? On bed. 

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