THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 51 – 60
NEXT MORNING, 7AM*
Emory felt chilliness firsthand, then intense cold.
At first, she thought she’s back the freezer or maybe her enemies decided to throw her in one of the water bodies this time
Or is she still in the Dreamland? Is she still having the nightmare where Levi comforted her and calmed her down on his laps?
If she’s on his laps, then why is everywhere cold?
She moved slowly, and the sound of water swirling around her made her eyes fly open.
She’s in the bathroom! Inside the bathtub which is filled with water, and she’s not even free.
Her two hands are raised up above her head and chained together, then tied to a metal on top.
What the hell!
Her eyes widened madly, and when she tried standing, it was impossible cos the water spilled instead, wetting the bathroom ground.
No, it can’t be real… right?
“Finally awake?” The familiar velvety voice came from the other side, and she faced that angle swiftly, only to see Levi sitting there on a metal chair, looking devilishly lethal as his brown hair sprawled in a tousle on his head.
The level of unhinged energy attached to this guy is illegal, he was custom-made from hell.
His left eye is twitching repeatedly, and the smirk is tugging smugly at his lip corner.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Emory gritted, struggling to free herself from the chains again, but it only made water pour on the ground again.
The chains began hurting her wrists too as a result of her aggressive pull.
Levi rose to his feet in all tallness, and she stopped struggling to look back at him.
“Levi it’s not funny ok?” She said, swallowing her fear.
“There…you said that name last night…” His eyes darkened as he came closer to the tub.
Her eyes widened, and her mind went back to her dream where she climbed Levi’s laps and said his name…
Wait…that was real?
She wasn’t dreaming?
Her eyes widened for the third time.
“You kept tempting me, and have I told you how much I like it, little fox?” He got to her and crouched over, resting his palms on the tub edges.
“You tied me up in a bathtub only because I called you by your name? Isn’t your name Levi? You’re Levi Banks!” She spat.
“And you learn to shut up when you should! Who do you think you are, hmm? You know nothing so how about you do as I say?” He glared, and she bit her tongue, struggling with the chains again.
Her wrists hurts so fuçking much, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Their eyes locked, and she saw nothing but darkness and emptiness, hollowness and deviance.
It’s like he sold his soul to the devil and there’s nothing left to offer.
He’s really out to destroy her. She should have known.
“Let me go” she muttered.
“Not so quick” he tilted his head, entering the tub with her.
She held her breaths as he went behind her and slipped his hands on her shoulders.
He traced the curves up to silts of her neck, and she gulped when he began tracing his pointer finger on her bare collarbones, touching her sensually.
Again, his scent invaded her nostrils, and she could feel the heat of his presence as he traced the finger up to her throat.
She gulped multiple times in a second, unable to breathe at the touches.
She’s new to this, no male ever touched her intimately before.
And it’s worse cos she doesn’t feel triggered by him, otherwise she should be throwing up by now or getting an episode.
“S-stop touching me like that…” She muttered, panting for breaths.
“Shh” he shushed
She held her breath again as he traced the finger painstakingly slow down the neckline of her clothes.
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 51 – 60
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