ONYX
“Zion,” I tried to push him away, but he did not budge. In fact, he only increased his advances, and now there was no space between us. “What are you doing here?”
“A better question would be, what are you doing here, Onyx?” he chuckled, and I felt his hands on my waist, grasping it greedily, locking me in place.
“I– wanted to read,” I said and showed him the book in my arm.
“What a clever girl you are,” he smiled, but there was some kind of desperation in his voice. As if he was sad or something. Was that why he was drunk?
“Th-thanks,” I mumbled.
“I always liked the clever ones,” he muttered, softly brushing his nose over my cheek and inhaling my scent.
“Z-zion!” I tried to wriggle out of his arms, to no avail.
Boy, did I regret wearing only the thin silk of the nightgown and
