Mated To Sins

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Zima's POV.

FUCK YEAH

I staggered back, taking a deep breath.

“Why does he have pictures of my parents after murdering them? What’s going on?” I asked, my voice trembling as I glanced around the room.

Before I could make sense of anything, a strong scent hit me, rich and wild and intoxicating. Someone was close. Not just anyone. I could feel it in my bones, the pull deep and magnetic. One of them was here. My mate.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I turned sharply. Damon stood there, dressed in his usual dark suit, hands tucked casually in his pockets, his face calm, hiding more than it revealed.

No matter how much I wanted to hate him, I couldn’t ignore the truth. He looked like the kind of trouble you’d beg to fall into twice.

“Uhm, I lost my way,”

I stuttered, trying to find my voice. My throat burned as I wiped a few drops of tears from my face and forced myself to stay still. He scoffed, his lips curling into a faint smile as he stepped closer.

“Zima Ravenhall,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. His eyes caught mine, sharp and unyielding, and I felt my heart stumble inside my chest.

“That’s not my na—”

“Now don’t deny your parents’ name right in front of them,” he cut in, still moving closer, his gaze locked on me like I was prey that had nowhere to run.

I held my breath. There was no way he knew. Not now. Not when I was so close to revenge.

“You’re just saying nonsense,” I muttered, trying to walk past him, but he was already too close.

“Stop pretending to be tough,” he said softly. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“I need to get back to the party. Darius is waiting for me.”

He gave a dry, humorless laugh, his voice deep as it rolled from his throat. “Try again. Or maybe you should wait. Let me call my father and introduce you.”

The space between us disappeared. I could feel his breath, warm and steady against my skin.

“And tell him how you are the daughter of Ravenhall,” he whispered, bending toward my ear. “A name that disgusts him.”

My breathing turned shallow, uneven. He could hear it, I knew he could.

“Does it excite you to humiliate me?” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “It does.”

“So what did you come here for? What exactly are you doing here, Damon? You don’t want me, I don’t want you. How about you stay out of my way?”

My voice trembled as I spoke. A few beads of sweat rolled down my temple, and I tried to wipe them away before he noticed.

“It’s not hot in here,” he said quietly. “So why the sweat?”

“Just get…” I tried to push him away, my voice breaking halfway. I wanted to walk out, to pretend I didn’t like being that close to him. Or maybe it wasn’t even me. Maybe it was my wolf, the part of me that stirred whenever he was near. I was too tired to fight her anymore.

“Let me show you what I came here to do,” he said.

Before I could react, he lifted me effortlessly. My breath caught as my back hit the edge of the table. I kicked in the air, trying to resist, but he pinned me there, his body closing the distance until there was no space left between us. My dress slipped higher, brushing against my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, my heart hammering like it was trying to break free from my chest.

“I don’t want long talks,” he said, his voice low, calm, and dangerous. “Don’t resist me. Or I’ll call my father and let him finish what he started…wiping out the last of the Ravenhall bloodline he never knew survived. So be quiet.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. You think using that as a threat will shut me up? No, it won’t. Just let me go, Damon. I need to get back to the party with Darius.”

He scoffed, low and mocking. Before I could move, his hand gripped the back of my head and pulled me forward, crashing his lips into mine.

The kiss was rough, and desperate like he’d been holding it in for far too long. My breath hitched, and my heart tripped over itself. I tried to push him away, but my hands trembled.

Inside me, my wolf stirred, restless, feeding on the fire I was trying to bury.

His left hand found my gown, and he drew it up revealing my thighs even more. His lips stayed on mine, steady and unyielding, while his other hand gently stripped away the panties. I didn’t understand why he was doing any of this, but I let my wolf take control. Then he pulled away from the kiss.

“You talk too much,” he murmured, slipping the panties into his pocket.

He leaned forward again, his brows furrowed as his eyes trailed down my body. No one had ever done anything like this to me before. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel this way, but a tingling sensation rushed straight to my c******s.

With both his hands he parts the puffy outer layer of my pussylips, and then with his full lips he closed down my clots while he still held the puffy outer layer of my v****a. The thought of having the fullness of my p***y exposed to this jerk made me scorn my heart. And before I could think again he went in with his middle finger so gently, teasing the walls of my p***y with his finger.

“Hell…”

He moved between my legs, and I didn’t care if he mocked me. My fingers tangled in his hair as my head fell back, a shaky breath slipping out. My chest tightened …doing this in front of my parents’ photo felt wrong, but the way he touched me made my body forget. i just let myself feel.

He was sucking in my clits now, his tongue rippling through it, circling around it. While his finger was going in and out of my centre.

“f**k…”

I whimpered, I thought I whispered but s**t he heard it because now he stood to his feet. I looked down to him In his dark eyes. His tailored trousers now held something strong and fighting to let loose.

“I won't f**k you…”

He said brushing my hair back wards.

“Not now,”

I could feel the moisture between my legs. I steadied my face so he wouldn't read me.

“My panties,” I demanded.

“You’ll come to me for them,” he said, his voice low and taunting, like he already knew he’d won.

“You’re just a psychopath,” I snapped, sliding off the table, my body still trembling from what just happened. My n*****s soo hardened within my dress.

He smiled, slow and dangerous, like he enjoyed the sound of my voice. He walked toward the door, stopping right in front of my parents’ pictures. He blew them a kiss, mockery written all over his face, then turned back to me with that same cruel smirk.

“Someone dared me to do this.”