Unspoken Pleasures

Treacherous Euphoria I

Raina's POV

Zino Scott was my brother's best friend and my appointed tormentor. He was almost clocking 26. For years, Zino would take delight in teasing and belittling me, I hated the very sight of him.

He had a 6 ft 1 frame, thick, dark and wavy hair which I found surprisingly sexy. But I intently knew how much Zino got on my nerves.

I returned home from college, confident and more classy in my new self. I had grown into a lady of twenty two years old, proportioned with all the right curves at the right places, and I certainly wasn't that little girl that Zino would choose to tease anymore. I knew that everything about me had transformed when Zino caught the first glimpse of me.

Zino worked as a clerk in Monty Empire, I'd thought Zino wouldn't comfortably settle for the cozy life of Bleu Bayou.

Our encounter after 4 years had ended in a heated argument, rekindling every bit of hatred I had towards him. Zino would never change, and that about him disgusted me.

Dylan got a new job at San Francisco, he needed the change and the money as well. Mum was pleased to hear the news yet she'd wanted him to work here in Bleu Bayou. So, Dylan reached out to Zino, and asked him to keep an eye on me, since mum was almost on shifts in Richardson's hospital and was mostly never around.

One evening, I got out to get Sophie, my dog some food from the grocery store. While returning home, I was waylaid by Fitch and Timon. Fitch and Timon were much bigger than the last time I'd seen them.

But as luck would have it, Zino who was returning home at that moment snooped in and rescued me from their unwanted advances, which revealed a protective side of Zino that I'd never seen before.

Instinctively, I reached out and brushed a finger across Zino's bruised lip, he winced, furrowing his brows. When his eyes met mine, I suddenly realized what I was doing and dropped my hand.

"Who were those boys?" he asked, piqued by interest.

"They were my high school friends," I responded.

"Friends?" he arced his brows, studying me. "You call those boys friends?" he added.

I shrugged, "they made advances at me while in high school but I turned it down. Reported them when they started sending me notes of threats."

"Really? and they didn't get over that? we're ain't in hight school anymore, don't they have a life!" his tone held so much anger that had me wondering why he cared so much about me.

I eyed him carefully, flipping my blonde hair to the side while I studied him from the side of my eyes.

"But you weren't much of a damsel then!" he seemed pissed.

That struck me hard like a fist across my face, "what do you mean much of a damsel?"

Zino paused, turning to catch my eyes in the dark, yet brushing back his hair like he never said anything awful.

"You know what I meant," he said, his voice had gone a little dark.

He reached out, grabbing my hand, I slapped it off while pushing past him. He held onto my hand still, as my slaps resounded on his arms. My heart was beating furiously against my ribcage, he was darn too close to me. I could sense his masculinity, smell his cologne yet acted ignorant of them all.

"You've always been a nuisance, do not touch me," I threw a stern warning.

"Really, Raina?"

Without thinking, he grabbed my waist, pushing me hard to his chest. I let out a startled gasp as our eyes met while dancing in the dark. My breasts seem to mould perfectly across his chest, my n*****s twitched in pure delight, and I wondered for a million time if he could hear my heart beats.

"You've never let my words bruise you this much, Raina."

The way he called my name simply turned me on, my breaths were becoming rather ragged, as he brushed his mouth against my ear.

"You know, we can always banter freely without you feeling offended by my words," he pushed his head backwards to look down at my face.

All I could see were his lips, sensuous, tempting and inviting lips. Those lips that bickered me, those lips that.....

Yet, it pulled me in like a string.

And that did it!

I clearly wasn't thinking about the repercussions of my thoughts. My other free hand reached out and pulled his mouth down on mine. I rammed my lips into his, and his response to the touch of my lips spurned me on.

He grabbed my ass, pushing me into his massive frame, while groaning into my ears. "Rainaaa," he called.

He paused and took a quick peek at me before allowing himself continue the kiss. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, embracing my tongue while our teeth clashed.

I could feel his bulge caressing my abdomen, while I let out multiple moans. His hands rummaged my small breasts, while he kissed me.

"Raina, we have got to stop," he regrettably had to push himself away from me.

I watched the fire of desire burned in his eyes, and wondered why he was pushing himself away from me.

"If we don't stop, Raina. We might both hate ourselves for it," he pleaded with me, before dropping my hands.

"Am I saying no to you?" I questioned.

He brushed his hair backwards, flickering his tongue across his already patched lips while his eyes watched me. My n*****s hardened against the thin silk dress I wore, and I knew the shape of my n*****s protruded on my dress.

"Since when has this been?" he asked out of the blue.

"I don't understand."

"I mean, I know that you do have feelings for me, but I'm curious to know, for how long have you had feelings for me?" he repeated.

I heavied, does it matter? I knew the sort of girls he dated and the kind of girls he would date. I was too smallish for him, and I was simply his friend's sister.

"I would simply want you to f**k my brains out, I'd wanted that for a very long time. With you, just with you. Does that matter as well?" I asked him, watching his expression.