Winter Wolf - Chapter 0- Prologue

Prologue

Two figures flickered in the broken mirror. A man reached out from the darkness and roughly grabbed a strand of blood-red hair.

“Wake up, Lysithea.”

“Uh….”

Lysithea took a deep breath and opened her eyes. His voice, which had mesmerized and teased her for so many nights, was low and sweet, unlike his vicious grip.

“Terrence, that’s enough.”

Lysithea whispered and sobbed, but he only laughed shortly. He slid his strong, muscled body back down over her n*ked body.

“No, please….”

She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her outstretched hands and crushed them to the ground.

“Ha, ugh…!”

He pressed his lips over hers, not even letting her moan escape. He darted his tongue between her lips, and she breathed in deeply, ready to be kissed again.

“Can’t take it?”

Lysithea barely nodded as she looked up at the brassy eyes glowing thinly in the darkness. Her legs twitched.

She had lost count of how many times they had s*x that day for the umpteenth time. It started during the day, but now she couldn’t tell if it was day or night.

Lysithea wanted to pull back the heavy curtains that covered the window and check the time, but she couldn’t reach them. She was unable to break free.

He held her body in his hands and explored it at will, dipping, spreading, thrusting, rocking, and losing himself in her.

“Not now, please.”

Lysithea begged desperately. Terrence pulled away slightly and looked down at her mess. Goosebumps rose in her stomach as he stared back at her, but she didn’t look away.

He scared her deeply. He is not the type of man who haunts nightmares. However, she had already dreamt of him and woke up crying. She was terrified and in a state of confusion.

But what happened to the two of them that night?

“Lysithea, I’m not going to wake you now.”

He whispered to Lysithea, gently biting the nape of her neck.

He said he would rather leave her unconscious because she didn’t know what they were doing.

She shivered with each hard kiss and couldn’t help but get wet between her legs, fearing his touch again.

She wanted him. She felt a mix of emotions—disappointed and excited, hurt and trusting—yet she wanted him. She was willing to do anything to have him, even commit murder.

Terrence covered her unfocused eyes with his hand. His c*ck is hard again.

She bit her lip and swallowed hard as he entered her hole once more and began to pleasure her. She was close to climaxing again. It felt amazing.

Lysithea was having s*x on a night filled with lies.