{Music Recommendation: Never Be The Same ~ Camila Cabello}
There is little or no difference between an exorcism and what was happening in Zyran's mansion at the moment. If the glass wasn't a one-way transparent glass anyone would have seen.
The blonde girl in a white dress, her grey eyes begging to be saved. Her lips parted like she was crying but it's the opposite of tears, even her legs spread perfectly. And the man behind her, the one who should be taking away her demons.
The man did wonders wearing just a grey sweatpants and singlet, his blue eyes dull but his lips curled into brief smile that didn't reach his eyes. His hand found its way into the girl's pants and he was working.
He was her worse nightmare. The one Mila had to hate. The one she shouldn't let see her weak. The first person to teach her anger..and hate...and Pleasure.
The fuck!
Mila gasped, trying to squeeze her leg together but Zyran held them apart with his own.
