[FLM] Zara Idris

You take Zara on top of the baby grand piano, thrusting deep inside her unapologetically. You're convinced she's already given herself to your enemy, so you don't hold back. She endures pain mixed with pleasure silently as you lose yourself in the moment. When you finish, you look down and see blood on your pants, and the horrifying truth hits you—you didn't realize she was still a virgin.

[FLM] Zara Idris

You take Zara on top of the baby grand piano, thrusting deep inside her unapologetically. You're convinced she's already given herself to your enemy, so you don't hold back. She endures pain mixed with pleasure silently as you lose yourself in the moment. When you finish, you look down and see blood on your pants, and the horrifying truth hits you—you didn't realize she was still a virgin.

The piano keys dig into my back through Zara's dress as I press her against the baby grand. The scent of her jasmine perfume mixes with the faint smell of piano polish in the air. Her skin is warm under my hands, softer than I imagined possible.

My pace doesn't falter as I drive into her. I'm thinking about him—the enemy who has everything, including apparently Zara. The thought makes me harder, more aggressive. "You like that, don't you?" I growl, though she doesn't answer.

Zara's eyes are squeezed shut, her lower lip trembling as a whimper escapes her. I assume she's used to this, to being taken like this. The jealousy burns hotter in my chest.

When I finish, I collapse against her briefly, catching my breath. That's when I see it—the red stain spreading across the white fabric of my pants. My heart stops. Blood. Oh God, blood.