Hey, guys! I'm back. Sorry for the long wait (I guess), I had a lot of things to do.

So, enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing cause if I have had we would have seen many Razaya kisses.

~Aya's POV~

I look around the room, trying to find something, anything, that may help me. I can't accept this, I won't accept being treated like that. I will not be accepting of this situation. I would rather die than giving him what he wants!

I sigh as I get up from the bed and feel my head throbbing. I shake my head, trying to both clear my throughts and get rid of the headache he has just caused me. There is no device around and I can not here any sound sound coming from the hallway. I walk slowly towards the door, trying to open it. I both pull and push it before realizing something. Damn! They must have locked it!

I growl in frustration and kick the door hard, the sound of my foot contacting with the wood making a strange echo around me.

Perfect! My first day at work ended up in me being kidnapped and risking to be taken advantage of, or even worse. Perfect! Absolutely perfect! Why not killing me now?!

I run one of my hands through my hair and walk back to the bed. I sit on the edge of it, my shoulders slumped. This is the worst day that I have ever had!

I lift my head up when I hear light footsteps coming towards - apparently - my room. I watch the door with burning eyes, my heart pounding fast in my ears.

Someone opens the door and comes in. I blink rapidly and try to focus my eyes on them.

It's... a girl. She has long, black, curly hair, almost black eyes and a pale skin. She looks... pretty. Her lips are full and colored with red lipstick, and her eyelashes are full of black mascara. She is wearing a knee-length red dress with black lace at the chest and legs area. She is quite attractive and looks sportive.

I look up as she stops in front of me and looks down at me. "You must be Aya Jordan." She says, her voice soft yet, somehow, slightly hoarse.

I nod. "Your pressumtion is correct." I answer. She rolls her eyes and hands me some clothes. "What is your name?" I ask her.

"Bleez." She mumbles as I take a clothes from her hands. I put them next to me on the bed and sigh.

"That is a quite unusual name."

She rolls her eyes again and crosses her arms over her chest. "Trust me, Jordan, you will see more unusual things than a goddman name."

I manace to resist the urge of rolling my eyes at her statement. "Why am I here?"

"You will see." She answers.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes again and win against it. "Why are you here?"

She scoffs. "I brought you some clothes. That's all you need to know."

I sigh deeply. "They keep you prisoner as well, do they not?" I ask her, trying to maintain my voice firm.

"They may or they may not. That's none of your business."

I sigh. "You can talk to me. I...I promise to find a way of getting us both out of here."

She shakes her head and chuckles. "You don't get it, Aya." She comes closer and kneels in front of me, her expression hard to be read. "You cannot get out of here, it's impossible. You can't hope for a way to run away because there is none. He made sure of it."

My brow furrows. "Have you ever tried?"

She sighs and brings her right hand to her left collarbone. Her fingers curl around the strap of her dress as she yanks it down a little, allowing me to see her skin. What is she...?

I frown at the sight of a scar - something that could be made only by a bullet - present into her skin. I gasp as the realization dawns on me. "They... they shot you." I mumble as she pulls her strap back on. "Why...? When...? How...?" I ask.

She shrugs almos carelessly. "Over an year ago. It was a dark night and I asked myself 'Why not do something?' and what did I get from my foolish attempt? A bullet straight in my shoulder." She chuckles darkly. "So never try to do the same mistake that I did, okay? That would be foolish."

I clasp my hands in my lap, fiddling with my fingers. "I may... be lucky and find a way out and then come back after you..."

"You can't!" She snaps. "It's impossible! You'll be here as long as he wants, you'll do what and he wants and you'll leave this place either alive or dead!" She hisses, her voice slightly hoarse, and stands up abruptly. "I know him well enough to say that he is not going to let you any means of escaping, and if he does, trust me, it will be just so he could play with you because no one ever escapes him!"

I sigh and look down at my feet.

"Do you know what's the funniest thing from all this?" She asks, her voice softer.

I shake my head as a no and signale her to continue.

"He loves playing with you! He will toy with you, he will screw with your mind and feelings and make you think he cares, but one day, he'll just... let you go. But then he'll come back, apologize and start it all over again, until one day when he'll either give up, or you will."

I furrow my brow. "How... how do you know so much?" I ask her.

She sighs and moves her gaze to her feet.

I stand up. "He did that to you too, did he not? He was the one who shot you, he..."

"Just stop!" She growls. "That shouldn't be on your list if concerns at this point."

"Bleez, answer to me!"

"It's a long story, I don't have time for that crap. That happened a long time ago! Now get dressed! He wants to see you."

"Why are you doing what he wants you to do?"

I watch her as she clenches her fists. "If you don't obey him, the first fire is to scare you, a warning." She mumbles. "The second one is to hurt you. And the third one is to kill you."

I gasp and clasp my hands in front of my mouth, teares welling in my eyes. "No..." I whisper. "You..."

She shakes her head. "Get dressed." She says and turns around, walking towards the door. She gets out of the room, leaving me alone.

I turn my attention to the clothes she has just brought me. I sigh and study them for a few seconds. A white tank top and green, - apparently - skin-tight jeans. I wrinkle my nose at the look of things and take my work jacket off me. I place it on the bed and stand up, turning my back to the door. I start unbuttoning my shirt before taking it off completely and throwing it on the bed. I pull the zipper of my skirt down, letting the vestemnt slide down my legs and fall at my feet in a puddle. I step out of it and kick it aside, not caring where it gets. Why would I care? It's his house, not mine! I put the jeans on in a flash and notice that they are indeed skin-tight.

"It seems like I have quite a view." I hear a hoarse voice saying, followed by a pervy growl.

I whipe my head around only to be met by Razer's - aroused, if I might add - figure. He is wearing a strange grin, his pupils dilated.

I turn around fully, my fists clenched. "What... are you doing here?"

He shrugs, almost carelessly. "Checking you out." His eyes wander over my body, his gaze seeming hungry.

"I can see that." I mumble as I reach for the top. Anything is better than being seen half-naked by him!

"Whatever." He mutters and watches me intensely.

"Can you get out of here?" I snap at him.

"Oh please! Don't tell me you're so shy regarding your body."

I narrow my eyes and clutch the tank top tightly in my hands. "Out!"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Relax, Aya. It's not like I've never seen how a woman's naked body looks like." He says, his tone lowering dramatically.

I roll my eyes and scoff as he starts taking small steps towards me, his muscles flexing with each step he takes. I swallow nervously and make a step back, landing on the bed. He smirks and stops in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest.

"What is that you want?" I ask coldly, taking the top on me and wrinkling my nose at its giant cleavage. I hate wearing something that reveals my cleavage in front of other people! Especially when 'people' means a perv good looking young man who kidnapped me! Wait, dud I just say 'good looking'? Am I going crazy?!

He shrugs. "That depends. I want many things." He responds to my question.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Like what?"

He chuckles. "You, revenge, to never be caught, things like this."

I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. "Trust me, Razer, you will never have me. You can not."

He chuckles sarcastically, clicking his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should trust me, Aya, I will have you." He winks at me. "I'll wait you outside." He says and starts walking towards the door, purposelly flexing his muslces as he does so.

He'll be waiting for what?! I am sure as hell not going anywhere with this bastard!

I sigh and prop my head against the window, shivering at how cold it is. I do not know how but Razer did make me walk into a car. That bastard managed to convince me to follow him and I was stupid enough to obey him!

How could I have left myself listen to him? I don't even know where they are taking me. They might do anything to me, and I... I simply walked to the car. I didn't fight, I didn't struggle.

I close my eyes and sigh deeply, trying to block everything out. Not that I succeed but that's something else. At least I don't get to see him and his brother.

Razer is driving the car, seeming focused solely on the road but it is obvious that his throughts are directed to many other things.

My eyes snap open when I feel the car stopping. Have we already arrived?

I look at Razer as he pulls his phone out of a pocket and grimaces at the screen. He opens his door and gets out of the car, calling someone and leaving me alone with Zox.

Perfect!

I am in the back seat, the two were in the front and now I can't even enjoy some silence because Zox has just started texting.

Is it not wonderful?!

I manage to resist the urge to groan out loud as I look outside and see Razer focused on the call. I roll my eyes at the cute wrinkle his nose makes and how his brow furrows slightly. Why is he doing all those faces?! That's really annoying!

I sigh and stare at my lap for a few moments before looking up at Zox. He isn't paying any attention to me, his eyes glued to his phone. I shift my gaze outside and see Razer with his back at the car, his free hand clenched into a fist.

None of them is paying any attention to me. This is my chance! If I lose it, I will lose everything.

I open the back seat door as quietly as possible and slip outside, excitement coursing through me. I have no idea where I am but as long as I am free, it doesn't matter. I will find a way to return home but now I must find a way to get away from them. I close the door silently and start running away, not daring to look back.

But I am certain they didn't see me, or they would be calling out for me. Yes! I can escape!

I take deep, uneven breaths, and run faster as I hear Razer's voice from behind me, telling me to stop. Shoot! He noticed me!

I gasp and look behind me for a split second in time to see the two siblings running after me.

I will not allow them to catch me! I turn my attention back to running and try and keep a fast speed. He will not catch me again!

After a few minutes of running uninterrupted, I am starting to feel my throat burning and my legs aching. I frown slightly, refusing to stop, and look behind me only to find no one. It seems like I have lost them.

I stop running and take deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. I sigh and run one of my hands through my hair before starting to run again, not paying attention to my surroundings, when I feel myself hitting something solid. What the...?

I feel two hands gripping my arms tightly and a yelp slips past my lips as I lift my gaze and meet Razer's furious one. His lips are pursed in a flat line and his nostrils are flaring with rage, tiny beads of sweat present on his forehead. His hands travel to my forearms, still gripping tightly, as he looks straight into my eyes, his gaze burning.

"Never do that again!" He growls, his voice firm and commanding, and takes a deep breath. "That was a stupid idea, Aya! No one runs away from me, no one escapes me!" He says and I swear I can hear the fast THUMP THUMP's of my heart as his voice sends shivers running down my spine.

I start struggling, trying to hit him. "Let go of me!" I cry out and kick him in the shin with all the force I can muster. "You bastard, let me go!"

He hisses and weakens his hold on me and I struggle harder, managing to get myself out if his arms. I turn around and start running again only to find myself bumping in Zox a few seconds later. Shoot!

He grasps my shoulders, his nails digging in my skin and making me hiss at the following pain. I frown deeply and fight against his hold, kicking him in the most sensitive area for a man. He growls and releases me and I smirk proudly, running away from him.

Something tells me that Razer will be left without nephews.

I run without looking back but a firm voice makes itself known in the silence of the night, the only sound being my breathing.

"Stop running!"

Does he really think I will obey him?! I only run faster, trying to get as far from here as possible but I can hear him behind me.

I clench my fists hard, my nails digging in the skin of my palms, almost making me hiss.

"Goddman it, Aya! Stop now or I swear I'm going to-"

"To what?!" I ask teasingly, my voice piercing through the night. "Kill me? Go head! You would do me a big favor!"

"Oh I know!" He replies and a dark chuckles slips out from him. "But I won't kill you. Not now, anyway. Believe me, Aya, after I am done with you, you'll wish you'd be dead."

I roll my eyes and open my mouth to answer but all that comes out is a gasp when I feel his hand grasping my right wrist and pulling me to him. I yelp as I find myself pressed against his hard chest, his strong scent filling my nostrils. Damn him!

He holds me tightly against him, his arms around my back. "Just stop wriggling around, it won't help you!" He growls, his voice sending chills through me. He scoops me up in his arms, holding me bridal style and walking calmly to the car. Damn!

I growl and clutch his shirt tightly in my fists. "Let me go, you bastard!" I growl.

"Shut the fuck up, Aya!" He mutters, a deep frown etched across his face. "I won't hesitate to use a fucking gun on you if you keep struggling!" He mumbles, his eyes darkening.

I let out a low growl and cross my arms over my chest, fighting against tears. I hate guns! When I was little, I had found a gun in one of my brother's drawers. I thought it was one of those toys meant to entertain the kids so I started playing with it but after a while I slipped and accidentally pulled the trigger. I was lucky that no one else was home. I did not get hurt and I put the gun back, swearing to myself to never snoop around my brother's things like that.

I almost yelp when I find myself being placed with my feet back on the ground. I have been so caught in my thoughts that I didn't notice when we reached the car.

"Don't try anything!" Razer mumbles and opens the passanger side door for me, pushing me inside.

I roll my eyes and close the door for myself, watching him as he gets into the driver seat. He starts the car and drives away fast, seemingly not observing that his brother isn't here.

"What about Zox?" I ask. "You are going to let him here?"

He sighs. "No." He answers, his voice calm and soft, yet slightly hoarse. "I will return for him later. I must take you somewhere first."

I frown slightly. "Where?"

"Your new home."

Why do all his answers have to be this short?!

I sigh and prop my head against the window. I look out the window, watching as we pass cars, people and houses.

I lost my only chance of escaping. Great!

I turn my attention to Razer who seems focused on driving. His jaw is clenched and his hands are gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turned white. I can't help but stare at his face, admiring him. His lips are pursed in a flat line, his expression neutral but I am able to say that something is bothering him. I look at his eyes for a second and see the maelstrom of emotions from within.

My gaze moves itself to his lips and I can't help but follow their contour, noticing how tempting they look to me. I swallow hard, ignoring the lump from my throat and sigh. I bite my lower lip quite hard before releasing it and shifting my body closer to Razer's. I take a deep breath when I feel my heart racing fast and jump in his lap, placing my hands on his shoulders.

He gasps, his eyes growing wide and slams his foot against the brakes, stopping the car. He looks up at me with a shocked expression, his chest rising and falling as he breathes fast. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asks, his nostrils flaring as rage flashes in his eyes. "Are you crazy? Are you really trying to kill us?"

"Shut up!" I reply and clutch his shirt in my fists. "Stop talking!" I order when I see him opening his mouth to speak.

He closes his mouth, swallowing hard, and nods. I nod slightly and slam my lips against his, kissing him desperately. I see his eyes go wide for a second before he eases into the kiss and closes his eyes. I follow his example and close my own eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips against mine. The tip of my nose bumps against his as I tilt my head slightly, my cheeks heating up. Why... why have I kissed him?!

I feel my heart pounding in my ears as I find myself not knowing what to do. I have never been kissed before... It... it is a strange yet pleasant feeling.

He must have noticed my clumsiness on this matter because he is starting to react. He arches his throat, returning the kiss quite eagerly, gently tugging at my lips with his teeth. I resist the urge to moan when I feel one of his hands under my tank top, slowly but surely lifting it up. I want to protest but, as he sweeps his tongue along my lower lip, I find myself unable to. I gasp when he slips his tongue in my mouth without any warning, deepening the kiss, his other hand running through my hair. He tilts his head to the right, giving us a better angle as he kisses me passionately.

I pull back after a few minutes, time that seemed like a beautiful eternity to me, and press my forehead against his, gasping for air. He opens his eyes slowly, a spark of playfulness shining in his eyes.

"Just because you did that, it doesn't mean that I will release you. Do you realize that?" He asks, his tone teasingly.

I nod slightly. "I am aware." I mumble and pull back, staring at his lips. What... what have I done? I've just had my first kiss with the guy that kindapped and threatened to even kill me! Oh no!

I swallow nervously, remembering the feel of his lips pressed against mine: so tempting and moist and warm and bold, without any trace of hesitation. Just like he is...

He pulls his hand out of my top, grinning up at me as he lifts his head up, taking me by surprise when he brushes his lips against mine in a more hungry kiss.

I can't help but let one low moan escape me as he stirs in me sensations that I have never felt before. I feel my self control slipping away as he runs his hand through my hair, a low purr rumbling through his chest. I shift slightly in his lap and find myself straddling him, my knees at either sides of his hips.

He pulls back with a smirk that shows his teeth off, his eyes shining and his nostrils flaring with arousal as I feel a strange warmth spreading through me. I swallow hard and tug at his jacket, taking it off him and tossing it somewhere on the back seat. I begin toying with a button from his shirt before starting to undo all the buttons. He watches me intensely, his gaze burning with desire as I get his shirt undone, revealing his chest. I bite my lower lip hard at the sight as the warmth travels to the pit of my stomach, giving me the customary 'butterflies'.

He grazes the back of his hand over my cheek as I take his shirt off, throwing it on the car floor. He looks at me with a smirk, winking flirtatiously as both of his hands come under my tank top, lifting it up. I whimper as his fingers brush over my skin and he gently bites the lobe of my ear.

"Relax, Aya." He purrs, lifting my tank top up and draping it over my head, leaving me into a green lace bra. I didn't know the Demon could be so tender!

He stares into my eyes for a long hot moment before attaching his mouth to my neck, sinking his teeth in my pulse point. I gasp and lean my back against the steering wheel as his hands glide greedily over my upper body, his lips placing hot kisses all over the skin of my neck. I can't help but moan at all the sensations his touches stir in me as I roll my hips against his in an unintenionatelly movement. I have not meant to move!

He growls and lifts his gaze to mine, my cheeks heating up at the lustful look he gives me. I run one of my hands over his chest, letting it travel to his abdomen in a teasing manner as I clutch the back of his neck with my free hand. A low groan of approval escapes him as I arch my throat and back, giving him more access to me. Why am I doing this?

I run my hand through his hair and lift his face back up to mine, kissing him roughly, his tongue entering my mouth immediately as he deepens the kiss, a low growl rumbling at the back of his throat. How have we come to this?!

I feel him shift beneath me, the hard buldge present in the front of his pants obvious through the rest of our clothes. I let a low moan escape my lips as he breaks the kiss and kisses his way downward, his teeth scraping over my skin. I feel the heat of his breath curling over my skin, making shivers of pleasure run through my body as he scrapes his teeth over my windpipe, probably leaving a mark. I clench my eyes shut tight and arch my back as he pulls away, both of us breathing hard, and he places hot kisses over my sternum before moving to my neck and nibbling along my jawline. I whimper and moan as he heads to my ear, his lips trailing over my skin. I part my lips slightly, gasping as he nibbles at my earlobe, his fingers fiddling with the zipper of my jeans as in a way of asking permission.

I nod my approval slightly, drunk from his kisses and touch, mixed with his strong, masculine scent, and encourage him through a low moan to continue. Wait... Why am I encouraging him?! Why the hell am I doing this?! I am not supposed to be doing this! Not with him! I should hate him, not... not let him do this to me! I need to stop him, I must stop him!

But do I want to stop him?

Although, does it really matter wheter I want him to stop or not? By the look of things, he will not stop too soon.

Here it is. So... who saw the last part coming? Speak truthfully.

Well, I hope you like it.

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