~MAYA'S POV~

'Maya Archer, come down from your car if you don't want me to drag you out of your car through this window." He thundered. I pretended I hadn't heard him at all. He doesn't get to boss me around. I am not his pet! I sought to dodge him by rolling up my window. He doesn't get to order me around. He gave me a sly grin and then glanced directly at me, instantly altering his demeanor.


'I said, get your ass down, Maya Archer."

He sounded like he was yelling, but his voice was hushed and measured. One of his bodyguards dashed to his side, carrying a bottle of The Dalmore 62 and a whisky glass. After placing the glass in Zion's hand, the man began pouring the whisky into the glass for him. After that, take a step back. I am now left wondering if this is the kind of man I should be married to, too. I chuckled at myself, knowing that I was already married to him. He swirled his glass, not giving a second thought to who was looking at him. He downed the entire thing in one gulp and has since developed a lustful gaze toward me. He motioned his bodyguard to leave. The man went and stood at a distance. Zion's gaze never strays from me. Still, his hand is pressing down on the window in front of me. He swiveled,

'You see, so far, all you have done is disrespect me ever since this marriage started. I swear to God, if you do not come out of this car this instant, you will regret it dearly.'


He said this in his deity tone, and I was still regaining my stance. He took a step backward from the car, his gaze fixed on me, challenging me. Then I soak my seat. Zion dragged me out of the car via the window and pressed my body against the car in a single fast movement. I yelled as he shoved his two fingers deep into my core, and I could feel his fingers digging into my core. He leaned in close and mashed his lips against mine. Even though I tried to shove him away, he was just too strong. Despite the repeated thrusting of his two hands into my core, I continued to pants nonstop, gasping for breath. My body was being overtaken by waves of pleasure, and I couldn't keep it together any longer. Screaming his name as orgasms swept over my entire body, I let out an audible groan of pain. I shivered in his grip as he squeezed my neck. He realized me, and I looked around and noticed his bodyguards were looking away. I'm certain they witnessed what just transpired. This embarrassed me to no end. I turned my gaze to meet those of Zion. He was preoccupied with licking his index and middle fingers while glancing at me.

'Now, Mrs. Archer, are you going to listen to me, or are you going to challenge me once more?" As a result of my weakened legs, I was unable to maintain a stable position. I was still trying to catch my breath when I realized what had happened.


What kind of animal did I go and marry?

I glanced at him, attempting to speak, but he mashed his lips against mine and I gasped in response to the kiss. I swung him away.

'I-I-Will-g-go with you," I muttered, stuttering. He snatched my throat and pressed his lips against mine once more. Breathing was difficult because he was pressing so tight on my throat and kissing me. He broke the kiss and took his hand in mine and put me inside his car and drove off.

Just what kind of man did I marry? This man has no shame. He did all those things in front of his bodyguards and cars passing by. What if someone captured him shoving his fingers into my flesh? Oh my God, did my slurred tongue reach the ears of my bodyguards? Oh my God, someone needs to open the ground and swallow me whole.

I fixed my gaze on him. How can a man be this handsome and have a savage personality? When I considered what he had just done to me, a shudder ran down my spine. Does this imply that his bodyguards are accustomed to this type of behavior? Is my husband really a gigolo and also a businessman at the same time? In the presence of his employees, why would he do anything like that to me? I drew my gaze to his. He didn't even bother to glance at me. He was concentrating on the road in front of him, not on his surroundings. But, all of a sudden, he spoke.

'Like what you see, Mrs. Archer?"

Chris! She gets a hold of herself. What is it in his voice that causes my universe to spiral out of control?

I crossed my legs because I was gushing, Father Lord, have mercy! 'Wifey, are you dripping?" Heinous inferno! I flushed. I'm not sure what to hold: my thighs to keep the liquid from coating the seat, or my hot cheeks, or even my perky eager nipple!

'I will torture you, Mrs. Archer. You have made a huge mistake, and I will not stop until you beg for mercy. I'm going to feast myself on those perky pink breasts of yours, and you're not going to do a damn thing about it."

Heck!

My lips curled into a moan, and the bastard chuckled. He grabbed my lovely breast and forced my throat against the car seat without even taking off my dress. I screamed in frustration as another orgasm took over. He slammed the gas pedal and, as I screamed, he pushed his finger inside my clit and began pinching it. He took his hand away and concentrated on the road.

'Um-I-Um." I was speechless. Rather than speaking, I moaned like a fool.

'Don't worry, baby, you may coat the seat. I will fucken clean it with my tongue." My eyes widened. It's strange because I have the impression that this man knows me even more. I am so doomed that I regained my composure.

'Um-I'm sorry." Finally, I was able to speak. I smiled, pleased with myself.

'For what?"

'Um-um-trying to run away."

His attention briefly returned to me once he had started unbuckling his belt, but it quickly slipped away again, facing the road.

'You see, Maya Archer, that is not only your offense. Until you have apologized for all of your transgressions and have listed them all one by one. I'm going to let you go."

'Aaaaah! Holy fucken hell! Zion...."

'Yea, I am the Zion you read about in the Book of God, baby!" He thundered.

Orgasm almost killed me, Damn you, Zion!

~MAYA'S POV~

I'm not sure what this man is doing to me, but one thing I do know is that I'm stuck with him, and I'm going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life. Zion is an aggressive lover; he is lethal. That much I know about him. He is not a person who shies away from confrontation. While I, on the other hand, am as helpless as a kitten when he is around. I'm supposed to list all of my mistakes in order for him to let me be. We've been roaming in various cities, and he's not done torturing me yet. He seems to know the precise points on my body where he should place his hands in order for me to lose all self-control. I've been getting tremendous orgasms ever since I walked into this car. I've only been able to come up with two mistakes thus far. Every time I make a mistake, I am subjected to yet another horrific orgasm as punishment. Who knows how he was able to become more familiar with my physique than I was? If I have another orgasm, I will pass out immediately. It will be a source of embarrassment for me to have fainted from pleasure. All right, here we go.

1. For mistaking him to be a gigolo

2. Making an attempt to flee from him

3. What the fuck is number three? My frustration erupted into a scream, which is completely satisfactory to this monster. I haven't found three yet. What happens if there is a 4, 5, 6, or 7?... Angry and frustrated, I screamed once more. He instructed me to spread my legs open and display my swollen tits. Did I mention that I'm not meant to move because if I do, we'll have to go back to square one? Out of sheer terror, I quickly averted my gaze from him. Because of this, my vision is blurred.

'Tick-tock, tick-tock... the clock is ticking and you, Bunny, are in serious trouble."

In the next moment, he shoved his fingers back inside my pussy and delivered three forceful thrusts with his fingers, the last thrust of which he pinched my clit, and with that, I found myself shivering in his presence. I have never cum like this before and I am exhausted. After six hours of driving and he still doesn't seem to have a glimmer of mercy in his eyes. Streams of tears flowed down my face. This man isn't even moved by my tears. My tears appear to awaken some hitherto unknown aspects of him.

'You are so fucken sexy when you sob."

Tell me again, when did I fucken marry this jerk? What is it about tears that make them so seductive?

Then he continued. 'You make me want to do things to you that would shame the gods."

he leans closer to me, his lips caressing my earlobe, his hot breath cascading down my neck. He snarled and shifted his attention to the road as if he had never spoken anything to me before. In fact, Ivy had her heart set on marrying this fool. Maybe I should hand him over to her instead of me. This is cruel and unusual punishment. In between sobs, I started again.

1... It was too much for me to bear. I broke down and sobbed.

2... Making an attempt to flee. I was trembling in anticipation of what was going to happen. Close my legs: Zion saw me and shoved his fingers into my already swollen cunt. He thrust and pinched it as hard as he could. Maya passed out before the next orgasm.

****

Zion was aware that she had passed out from pleasure, so he drove slowly to avoid disturbing her. He was now making his way back to their home. Even though Maya was supposed to be staying at the house that night, when her husband came to pick her up, she mistook him for a gigolo. She had made her payment via the internet. Zion drove past the massive gates that surrounded his home and toward the magnificent fountain that stood outside the building. He escorted his bride inside the house. When he arrived, one of the workers unlocked the door for him and escorted him upstairs to his room, where he placed his wife on the enormous bed. She remained in a state of lucidity. However, the gentleman was far from finished with her. Zion was a man of rigid morals and regulations. Lucas, his personal assistant, is the only one who is aware of this. The new staff, on the other hand, are completely unfamiliar with their boss. He crept onto the bed and kissed her on the brow.

'I finally found you, Maya!" He made a chuckling sound.

This is exactly what he intended to do, to make her pass out from pleasure. He walked inside his walk-in closet and changed into sweatpants. He then proceeded down the stairwell. He summoned one of the cooks and requested that she prepare soup for his wife. After that, the man went into his study. When he opened his laptop, he found a slew of emails waiting for him. He began scrolling down, scanning his inbox for emails. Afterward, He stumbled upon a mail from Robert Jones.

Where the fuck did this idiot get my email?

Zion quickly brushed the thought aside and opened the email in his inbox instead.

Dear Mr. Archer,

Your arrival in J-City has been awaited with bated breath by my entire family and me. Our daughter Ivy has been groomed to your specifications. Although we were unaware that you had already met my other daughter, Maya, we were pleased to discover this. If any of my daughters are of interest to you, it would be wonderful if we could get together. Thus, the arrangements can be made. Please keep in mind that we groomed Ivy Jones exclusively. Maya Jones has not been styled according to your preferences. If, on the other hand, you are interested in Maya Jones, please allow us some time to groom her to your specifications.

Regards

Jones, Robert

How ridiculous!