<You've been a very bad girl and all bad girls deserve to be punished>

CHILE, I MIGHT HAVE TWEAKED THIS QUOTE. ;) MATURE CONTENT! (Fair warning: It's too intense, degrading and triggering. You have been warned so y'all shouldn't come for Zaddy Kian.)

|Jadesola|

"KIAN?" I called softly as I stepped into the suite. No reply.

Shutting the door behind me, I switched on the lights. The bed was smoothed, ironed sheets tucked tight over it. There was no creasing on the couch to indicate that someone had sat on it, much less laid on it either. Puzzled, I kept my purse on the nightstand and checked the bathroom. Empty.

Was he even back?

I let my gaze roam across every nook and crannies available, itching for a clue as to his whereabouts when the study door caught my attention. It was cracked open, slightly, a shaft of light from inside spewing onto the floor. I shifted closer and cocked my head in that direction for a moment, straining my ears. Muffled groans reached me.

Yes, he was definitely inside.

Relieved I'd found him, I moved to the vanity and checked myself out. No one, not even Kian with all his perceptiveness could figure out that I'd teared up earlier. And he wouldn't. The waterproof makeup on my face was still flawless, fire burning in my eyes, the red lipstick coating my lips, bold and inviting.

Satisfied with the presentable image before me, I tugged my gown low so that my cleavage was displayed further, my breasts surging upwards until they threatened to pop out. Flicking my twists to the side, I grabbed a perfume bottle, tilted my neck and sprayed on the floral scent, a sharp burst of apple fragrance enveloping the air.

It was time.

Placing the medium-sized bottle back on the vanity, I began trudging forward. As I walked, slower than a snail, my heart raced, blood roaring in my ears.

A part of me was scared and rightfully so. He had zoomed off in a bad mood so there was no telling the Kian that sat behind that door. Not only that, what I was about to do surpassed all other wily schemes I'd coined up. But he'd left me with no choice. Made me sink so low to this evil person who sought to destroy him. His career. His entire life.

It was risky, yes but that was my aim. To use my body to disarm him. Until he was putty, unable to resist the soft, arousing touch of a woman. Only then would I strike.

It's just a matter of having sex with him, Jade. There's nothing bad that can happen and he won't know what hit him. Besides, if plan A doesn't work, plan B would.

With that in mind, I swallowed hard, dispersing the cloud of fear that had descended on me. Then wiping my sweaty palms on the fabric of my gown, I put on a brave face, and opened the door.

Across the tiny room he sat, reclining on a chair, massive thighs spread wide, feet bare. His unbuttoned shirt was rolled up to his arms, biceps flexing and unflexing as he tipped a half-drunk whiskey bottle to his lips. Wisps of damp, blonde curls were plastered to his temple, hair tousled like he'd raked his fingers through the stands repeatedly. Needless to say, Kian drew a menacing picture, the air around him shimmering dangerously.

Suddenly, those bloodshot eyes met mine for a second before he dropped his gaze, rolling the whiskey bottle in his hands.

A tingle of desire and dread lanced through me. I'd just walked into the lair of a lion who hungered for prey and a part of me was already reacting to his ruthless charm. Stupid.

Restless, I entwined my fingers together, unsure on how to start my plan. The heavy silence in here was unnerving, the ticking of the clock and the sloshing of wine, the only sound to be heard.

Till his cold voice slashed the silence, a glare thrown at me. "That bastard brought you here, didn't he?"

I went rigid, balling my fists, the weight of his accusation cracking open my spite.

He taunted further, scorn in his mocking tune, "Tell me, did you let him touch you? Fuck you as some kind of thank you gift?"

Red was my vision but I stifled the urge to slap him and replied in the calmest voice I could, "No. Zaviero sent one of his guards to drive me home."

The sneer on Kian's face told me he didn't believe a single word but he remained mute and took a swing of the wine. For a minute, I was fascinated at the way his throat worked fast, those smooth muscles, rippling as he gulped the whiskey down. Wondered if the vein pulsating by the side of his neck tasted as good as it looked. . .

Snap out of it, Jadesola!

I blinked rapidly, cutting off that desire. I had a plan and I wouldn't rest until all possibilities were executed.

"Besides." I kicked my heels off. "Why would I fuck him when you're available?"

Swinging my waist, provocative, I walked up to him. Then I bent forward and knelt down between his open legs, sure my cleavage was in his line of sight.

Kian watched me, smoldering blue eyes glinting under the harsh lights. They slid from my face to my barely covered breasts then back to my face.

Prying his fingers away from the wine bottle, I dropped it on the tiled floor, talking gently as I did, "I am sorry for shouting at you earlier. I should have asked how the meeting with you and Saverio went. But I didn't. I was sad, too focused on how you treated me. How you ignored me after what we shared last night."

His jaw ticked but he said nothing.

I inched closer, running a thumb across his slack clad thighs, slow. Up his bare chest and down his tan skin that glowed from a slight sheen of sweat. "Even more so when I saw you dancing with that fake blondie. Holding her waist. Looking at her breasts. Is that why you removed your ring? So she would think you were unmarried and let you flirt with her?" My carefree tone couldn't hide the jealousy pitched in it.

If he noticed, he uttered no words, as inert as a statue. Only his heaving chest, warm flesh and glittering gaze revealed he was alive.

Was he drunk?

Shrugging to let him understand I wasn't in the least bothered. "It doesn't matter anyway. I have you here with me so she's the one losing."

Lips curled in a tiny smirk, I lowered my touch to his crotch. The moment I did, grazing the swell of his dick, Kian caught my wrist.

Yeah, he wasn't drunk alright.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" He scowled as he sat upright, his muscles bunching, the veins on his hands streaking down.

Raising my head high, I looked him straight in the eye. "You."

"Jadesola. . ." An angry growl ripped through his throat, a slight warning and he gripped my hand tighter.

Wonderful. This anger of his was what I desired. But the kind that happened when he was unhinged and right now, that beast lurked at the surface.

Leaning in so that our foreheads met, I hummed in a sultry tone, "Imagine me sucking you off. Giving you that pleasure you badly crave for. Won't you like that?"

"Get out, Jadesola." His frustrated voice blew on my cheeks, alcoholic breath and his enticing scent washing over me. "Leave me be."

Did he just reject me? And why did that hurt?

I refused to let the surprise I felt be expressed. Instead, I jerked my wrist away from his hold and straightened up, annoyed, "It's your loss anyway. I'm pretty sure Zaviero can fuck more than you do. No woman would want to be saddled with a one-minute man like you."

That did the trick. In a heartbeat, Kian drove me back until my behind hit the wall, hard. Wedging his knee between my thighs, he pinned both of my wrists to the glossy surface, entwining his fingers together with mine. The hard ridge of his erection poked at my belly and an answering warmth pooled below, try as I craved to deny that attraction.

"Nobody," he bared his teeth, snarling into my face. "And I mean no fucking body touches you. You are mine, Jadesola. Mine and only mine. If I should see any dick, random or not, do so much as talk to you, I'm using their blood as paint for my walls. Is that clear to you?"

Eyes widened, I nodded rapidly as he stared into mine, his blazing with fire. I'd always known Kian was dominant, but that word, mine, his stark possessiveness, hit differently. It caused a flutter of unwanted butterflies to invade my stomach.

Then he dipped his dark head so that his hot breath blew in my ear. "I haven't had a woman in months, yet here you are, blatantly trying to seduce me."

"You can have me, Kian," I whispered, elation that my plan was coming into play, making my voice low.

"Are you sure? Because you don't know, Jade. You," a deep groan escaped him, the rumble of his words vibrating against the arch of my throat, "don't know how much it's taking me not to bend you over and slam myself inside you right now."

That was exactly what I wanted to hear but I prodded still.

"Then do it. What are you waiting for?" I prompted, sliding my eyes on the hollow of his throat. Again, the unholy urge to sink my teeth in his neck flooded me.

In a gravelly voice that did nothing to hide his desire for me, he said, "You don't want me."

"Yes, I don't want you." I rubbed my chest against his. "I need you inside me. Now."

He blew a restless sigh that raised the hair on my neck and released my hands. Snaking an arm around my waist, he lowered his knee and pulled me close to him, drawing us tighter. The imprint of his abs against mine had my body going crazy, my nipples prickling in response.

"You need me to place my disgusting hands on you?" he asked.

No.

Fake giggles streamed from my lips as I roamed my hands underneath his shirt, past his rippling abs. "I'm nasty, I don't mind. And I see the desire in your eyes, so come on."

"Jadesola." His voice came out as a gruff, hostile warning.

"Yes, love?" I yanked his belt off and palmed a hand over his tented boxers, trashing the disturbing memories that came to mind.

"You are certain you want me to fuck you? I'm pretty willing but is that what you really want?"

Damn this man. Couldn't he just hike my gown up and plunge in already?

"Yes and if you can stop talking, I will show you just how much." An inch more and his huge cock would be wrapped round my fingers.

Except Kian wasn't done trying to dissuade me. He bowed his head and nibbled on the lobe of my ear before saying in a mocking voice, "It's funny how you're begging right now because the last time I checked, you hated my touch. Wanted nothing to do with me. So tell me, Jadesola, why the change of mind?"

"I'm horny and you're available." The minute I said that, I knew I'd reeled him in.

Kian withdrew his mouth from my skin. His thigh rose my gown higher until the edge of his knee pressed against my panties, my pussy throbbing from that contact. "Do you not remember the last time I took your mouth without your consent? How I got off on your pleas as I forced you to suck my cock? The degrading names I called you? The way I fingered you so hard that you bled?"

Stunned at such viciousness in his words, my searching fingers around his groin stilled.

He tipped my chin up, his thumb cutting into my flesh, brutal. His eyes were the coldest I'd ever seen them be. "I know you do remember, so think twice, Jade. Because if that's what you want, I'm giving it to you without mercy. You'll be my whore. My cum slut. I'll twist your fucking nipples and slam my cock inside your pussy so hard that you'll bleed. And you'll take me without any complaint. You will let me do as I please."

"I–" I swallowed bile, frozen. Those azure orbs bore into mine, the dark promise in them threatening to crumble my resolve. He was trying to throw me off, I suspected. Trying to scare me off. But I was rooted and this was a war I would win. I was stronger than those sinister memories. If anything, his statement was supposed to fill me with more vengeance. And by everything I stood for, he was going to pay. In kind.

"What do you say?" he asked, feral.

"Yes. The past is in the past." Steely determination had me nodding and my fingers finally found what they were searching for. His raging cock.

"God, you're so stubborn," Kian groaned, soft. A sigh nearly inaudible, I almost didn't catch it. "But fine, your wishes will be granted."

Yes! One step closer to the goal!

As I rubbed his erection, I brushed aching nipples across his glistening abs, hoping he would take a hint. But he didn't. If anything he avoided touching them.

"Patience," grunting, he pried me off, stepping away. "You will do as I say."

Although my insides revolted, trembling badly, I shot him a resolute gaze. "On your terms, Kian."

He cocked his head to the side, studying me. A wild menacing examination. Until he echoed, devoid of any feelings, "On my terms, Jade."

***

"Strip."

Kian sat on the bed, clad only in his unbuckled trousers. He'd long removed his shirt and was clutching another glass of whiskey, honing a merciless gaze at me. The silky black drapes shrouded the window, the only source of light, streaming from the bulbs above.

I won't force you, Jade. Everything you do will be of your own choice."

That was the last sentence he'd uttered before we entered the suite. A promise that should have assured me but it scared me further because I was going to be the one submitting. The one presented at his mercy.

Relaying my terror at bay, I tugged on the side zip of my gown. The fabric pooled at my feet, leaving me clad in my panties and barely concealed chest.

"Let me see your breasts, Jadesola." Another ruthless command.

I peeled the nipple covers off. A satisfied gleam shone in his eyes as he viewed my breasts, the stark hunger in that unholy look sending tingles along my spine.

"Your panties too." He sipped the amber liquid, vision heated.

Rolling the black lace panties over my thighs and legs, I didn't need to glance down to know it was smeared with my juices.

Then, I was naked, the chill air in the room caressing my skin, hardening my nipples. They strained, taut, my inner thighs becoming slick with moisture as Kian gave me a once-over, ogling at my chest, hips and that pulsing area between my legs.

As if to ward myself against that penetrating stare, I covered my chest with an arm.

He scoffed, slanting an arrogant brow, "Don't pretend to be so innocent. You have posed nude while modeling. I would know because I saw your pictures. You have also stood nude before me so lift your arms away."

Nonplussed that he'd seen my nude pictures before, I let my arms fall to the side.

"On your knees." His voice rolled over my body, as smooth as silk, eliciting a reaction I refused to accept.

I bent down, doing as he bid.

Kian spread his legs wide and adjusted his bulging crotch, still darting hot, lingering looks at me. "Touch yourself."

My eyes flared wide. He wanted me to masturbate in front of him? Surely, he meant otherwise?

"I haven't done this before," I said, voice tiny.

"Speak up."

Blotches of red appeared on my cheeks and I replied, louder, "I said I haven't done this before."

Kian's upper lip curled up in a wolfish smile. He obviously derived wicked pleasure in watching me squirm. "It's simple, Jade. Put your fingers inside your pussy and rub your clit while I watch."

Flushing furiously under his gaze, I slid my index finger inside my wet folds. My pussy sucked my finger in, the buffed part of my nails scratching against my insides. Too tense to feel any pleasure, pinpricks of pain shot through me fast.

Sucking in a deep breath, I pulled my finger out and muttered, humiliated, "My nails are too long."

He raised an eyebrow but patted the bed. "Come."

I began straightening up to walk towards him but he tsked, shaking his head, a jeer expressed on his darkly handsome face. "I want you to crawl, Jade."

Embarrassment flooded me at that curt request but I had to go through this. I had vowed I would. There was no going back when victory loomed in sight.

Throwing my braided hair back, I thrust my shoulders forward, and crept, knees dragging along the floor, until they halted in front of him.

Kian raised the wine glass to his lips, gulping down the entire content. Finished, he set the empty glass on the floor and turned to me. With a deft movement, he pulled me up so that I settled on his taut thighs. His protruding cock dug into my ass, long and hard.

He tucked a twist behind my ear, cold fingers lingering on the sides of my face. For a moment, I thought I saw his eyes soften before they steeled. Then he bowed his head, bringing his lips close. But he didn't kiss me.

His palm curled around the nape of my neck, his tongue running along my collarbone, down the creamy valley of my breasts. I moaned, loud, hating myself. Before I could create a shield to stop myself from reacting, he latched his hot mouth on my nipple.

Jolts of electricity zapped through me. My brain went mush, all focus on his tongue suckling my breasts. He teased my nipples with his teeth, the metal piercing in them altering the pain into pleasure.

"I've been wanting to do this for a long while. Ever since I saw you in that blasted gown," he murmured, still suckling me, his fingers teasing my other breast. Tugging on my nub so hard, they ached. "Tell me how you want it."

"It's. . . to- too m.. much," I stuttered even as I arched my back in reckless abandon and meshed my fingers into his moist hair, clutching him closer, mewling sounds escaping me.

"You're still talking. We can't have that."

That was the only warning he gave me before he bit my nipple hard, pain and pleasure exploding in me, my pussy throbbing so badly I was sure there was a pool of juices dripping onto his slacks.

"Kian!" I screamed, closing my eyes. It was too much. Too intense. Moaning, I thrashed on his swollen cock but he held me tight, groaning deeply as he punished both of my breasts with his lips, teeth and tongue. With the violent way he nipped at my chest, I knew there would be bruises littered on my skin.

Fervently, he pressed a soothing kiss on each sore breast and I trembled. There was no iota of kindness in him. Maybe there had never been.

Then he was done, raising his head up. "Open your eyes Jadesola."

They fluttered open, my head spinning.

Fixing those glacial orbs at me, he gripped my chin, a vicious thumb piercing into my skin. "I told you I will be rough and you will handle it all. Understood?"

I nodded fast, scared to do anything otherwise.

"Use your words." His thumb dug harder, tone, clipped and brutal.

"Yes, I understand."

"Good girl." He hefted me off him and stood. "Now, get on the bed, with your ass in the air."

Quaking from the aftershock of what I'd just let happen to me, I scrambled onto the bed, on all fours, my hair acting as a curtain. This was the part I'd feared. The part that still frightened me. Him fingering me but I remained in that position, my head bowed, my back tilted towards him. Cold air seared my most private part, my clit already clenching in undesired anticipation.

Kian took his time though. His hands spanned my waist, scorching. Then they flitted over my spine, drawing arousing circles on my back, trailing, exploring my body at will. Through it all, I bit back a moan, bracing myself for the real deal.

He cupped my pussy, the heat of his palm against my wet mound, nearly driving me crazy. "Aren't you such a needy slut? You're already wet and hot for me."

Spreading my lips wide, he slid his finger inside. A startled gasp left me and I gripped the sheets tight for support.

A sense of deja vu overcame me. This time, there was no splitting ache but my body resisted him from entering. Smearing himself with my fluids as a lube, he pushed in. His skilled finger grazed my clit, intruding as he started thrusting, fast. In and out, the penetrative motion, too much for me to bear.

He placed a second finger. Moans spilled from my lips, that invasion causing every muscle in me to twitch, my pussy walls sucking him in.

"Kian. . ."

"Good girl, you take it so well."

He added a third finger, pushing it in. A wet sound filled the room, my juices spilling down his fingers, wet walls clamping down hard on his fingers. When he hit a spot, that tight bundle of nerves, my thighs quivered and I arched. A slow thrum of bliss buzzed through my entire body as pleasure hit me and I purred, on the verge of orgasm.

"Don't come until I say so," he grunted in a harsh voice.

His free palm snaked below, straying to my breasts. As he finger-fucked me, he played with my nipples, pinching the engorged peaks savagely. They were already over-stimulated from his previous attention, too sensitive that his tugs only made me cry out in discomfort. And the memories began flooding in.

Kian grinning at me, a sadistic curl of his lips as he took my mouth. Then that brutal invasion as he tore at my hymen, assessing me through icy blue eyes. . .

I bolted my eyes shut, breathless pants filled the room, mine. Here I was, my body craving for his touch when I ought to be appalled. I shouldn't like this, I hated him. Hated his cold treatment and words.

My vision dimmed. Tears. I blinked them away.

"You're so fucking wet, I think I'll take you now." He slid his fingers out and his palm left my aching breasts.

Grateful for that little reprieve, I stared at the headboard. At the red sheets that were creased from my tossing legs. At my fingers that were curled, tense. Anything to distract me from the rustle of his slacks as it fell from the ground. A part of me wanted to crane my neck behind but I tamped that urge down. I wasn't sure how I would fare, noticing that emotionless glimmer in his eyes.

Kian's hands secured my waist, jolting me back to reality.

I gulped, telling myself that this was what I'd wanted. He was finally going to fuck me. Like a dirty whore, he'd promised. And he had treated me like one. Hadn't pulled me in his arms to whisper sweet nothings to me. No gentle initiation to the love game. Heck, he hadn't even kissed me. Perhaps that was good. Kissing him would be catastrophic.

"There are no condoms available so I'll pull out. And don't worry, I'm clean," he said in a rasping tone as he started to press his thick cock into me, the slickness of my wet folds aiding him.

I was too numb to feel anything so I blanked him out, riveting an unseeing gaze onto the sheets. A sinister voice resounded in my mind, reminding me why I endured.

It is all coming into completion. Before he pulls out, hold him tight, then he would cum in you, and with that evidence, you'll be able to stamp a rape allegation against him. Think of how you'll gloat during the court case. How the news would spread that Kian Fields is a rapist who takes advantage of black women. Imagine the uproar. His life would be ruined. Every single thing and as his wife, you will take your share of alimony and violation damages. Now, that would be the icing on the cake.

"You're too tense." Abruptly, Kian ceased pushing in. His fingers released my hips and wintry air lingered on my skin when he moved away. The clang of his belt rent the room.

No, no, no.

I darted up and clutched his wrist. "Don't go. Just fuck me."

Dick still hard as fuck, Kian pried my touch away. His facial features were strained, agitated, like he was in pain as he ran those fingers that had fondled me through his hair. "You make me feel like I'm forcing this on you, Jade. Until you're relaxed, I cannot have you like this."

Without another word, he picked his trousers and began padding towards the toilet.

Fuck!

Plan A wasn't working. Fine. It was time for plan B. He would have sex with me. He had to have sex with me.

I rushed off the bed, my tender breasts swaying. I winced but didn't let it deter me. The rational part of me warned me to err on the side of caution. I, of course, didn't listen. One thing I'd learnt in the game of revenge was sometimes you had to lay low for you to get what you desired.

Placing a hand on his back, I pleaded, tone soft, "How can you leave me hanging? Unsatisfied? You want this too, I know. Please."

Kian circled around. Silent, he scrutinized me with a passionate look that screamed of hunger. And I knew I had him. He didn't resist when I urged him towards the bed. He sat on the edge, the sheets dipping with the weight of his beautiful body. A body that would be behind bars soon.

"Let me show you what you would have missed," I whispered, a hushed murmur as I straddled his hips, hovering over him.

I glanced down. Nestled in a thatch of hair, his erection was angry red, curving outwards so it angled towards his chiseled abs. His balls were drawn tight, beads of fluid lining the bulbous crown of his large dick.

Caging the painful memories and throwing the key away, I gripped his cock and began to lower myself on him.

"Fuck," Kian closed his eyes, emiting a rough groan.

Don't think about it. Just do it Jade!

I jolted my own eyes shut, loathe to look at him as I sank down slowly. The tip of his cock, a blunt head, nudged my folds. I was no virgin, not after he'd taken it brutally, but with the way my walls resisted, you would think I was one. My folds were slippery wet yet I was split asunder and it was just the head of his cock in me.

Frustrated tears pricked my eyes.

Biting my tongue hard, I summoned courage and impaled myself fully on his whole length. The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth as a slice of pain knifed through me.

"Jesus," Kian grunted, loud, his fingers gripping my ass, his throbbing cock, lodged deep inside me.

A hiss of pain escaped me as I slumped against his chest, trying to hide my tear stained gaze. He was too big, too thick.

Chewing the inside of my cheeks, stinging, I tried not to think of how he stretched me, a fierce burn. Tried not to think of the fact that a part of the man I hated was in me. Again, I questioned myself. Wondered why I was doing this. Wondered if I was truly mad.

No, I curtailed the doubts. It was only a matter of time before he spilled himself inside me. Yesterday, he had cum on my stomach quickly so he would definitely come soon.

His cock jerked in me, halting my train of thoughts, white hot pain rifling through me, agonizing. Wasn't he supposed to be moving? Or was I?

I had no idea so I settled into the comfort of the idea that everything that happened. Everything happening was a nightmare. That I'd never met him.

Paris had clinics open early in the morning right? So I would take the morning-after pills and prevent any chance of pregnancy when he came inside me. Yes, that was immediately after I returned from the station, having filed a sexual assault complaint against him. Yes, that was what I would do. . .

My body was wretched off and I opened my eyes.

"You're crying." His voice was soft. No hard undertone. No mocking tune. "You are still scared, aren't you?"

In my tirade, I hadn't realized I'd teared up.

"No—" I started, jerking my head to and fro but the tears rolling down my cheeks belied that fact.

"Shh." He cupped my face, stroked my cheeks gently with a thumb, cleaning away the tears. Then he lowered his head and his lips were on mine. It was a soft kiss, tender and sweet as he nibbled on my lower lip.

Shocked, I sat limp, unsure what to do. For the first time, Kian was kissing me like a gentle lover.

He pulled away, stopping the kiss. I scanned his expression, roaming across the gorgeous planes of his face and into his striking blue eyes. They were warm now, the honest care in them nearly blowing me away. "You know, you don't have to do this, Jade. You don't have to prove a point."

His words made me feel stupid. Especially when I recalled my plans. Guilt and anger clawed at my heart and I swept my lashes down, staring at my shaking hands. I wouldn't be ensnared in his lies, his fake promises—

"Look at me." He tugged my chin up, loving. The rough pad of his finger swiped across my trembling lips. "I'm tired of fighting you. This. Whatever it is between us. I'm just plain ass tired–"

He paused, a calculating light coming into his eyes.

"That's right, the dagger." He lifted me off his laps, his swollen cock, glistening with traces of red? My blood? But I didn't have time to ponder, I would seek why later. There were more pressing matters right now. Like, for example, how did he know about the dagger?

Fuck.

"Kian," I panicked, striving to stop him but he was already propelling forward. With a deft movement, he lifted the pillow and retrieved the dagger. It's sharp tip glinted from the light as he pushed the handle into my trembling hands.

His voice was firm, his deep blue eyes the warmest I'd ever seen them. "Do it, Jade. Stab me so we can end this right now."

A/N: Atp, I think we can all agree that Jadesola is crazy. . . She's out of hand atm, like who in their right sense would do what she did? BUT, if you read that chapter again, where Kian forced himself on her, I think it's understandable. She's still terrified and hurt, LE SIGH.

Imagine Kian being levied with a rape allegation tho?! Damnnnnn! If this was when he was still an ass, I would be hailing Jade but right now? When he's trying to change? Not so much. I might be biased because I like him.

Question of the day!

1. Do you agree with Jade's method of making Kian pay? Especially her plan B? 💀

2. In the beginning, what were your thoughts of Kian? E g: when he called her degrading names?

3. In general, how did you feel reading this chapter? Was it weird? Odd? Too brutal?

Anyways, one thing I'm glad of is, Kian thwarted her plans by being so cuteeeeeeeee. . . or did he? Maybe Jade finally got her wish, stabbing him. . . Where dyu think she'll cut first? His dick? His balls? Maybe she'll plunge the dagger inside his ass. . . (okay I think I should stop typing rn and publish this chapter already)

Well, you'll find out in the next chapter! More secrets, past ones especially, are being unfolded!

P.s: Brah, this chapter is about 5200+ words, not including the introduction and my author's note. O for omo! It took me hours. I had to take a breather because I was overwhelmed. I couldn't even sleep properly, Jade and Kian kept on disturbing my peace. Sigh.

P.p.s: T for thanksss though! You're a sweetheart for still reading and being here!

Love,
Nita!