Villain: The Play of Destiny

"You deliberately did it, didn't you?" Zoey, who was hugging his arm, looked up and narrowed her eyes at him.

There, in front of them, was the room that Javier and Hannah had just entered in their drunken and lustful haze. And she could only blame Keith for it.

Keith had made them all drink with him. It was quite easy after Zoey requested him to play a song for them, and he promised to do it if they all could manage to beat him in a drinking contest.

Zoey was not fond of it, so, she left the task to her brothers and their friends, who were quite confident in their abilities, but unfortunately, all of them lost.

They never stood a chance, and even after making them all drunk, Keith stayed sober.

Hannah too had been made to drink, and though not as drunk as Javier, she was tipsy enough to do an unexpected thing. And today, their friends had seen something that they had never seen before.

Hannah kissed Javier right in front of them, and it was not a chaste but a passionate kiss.

No one knew what was wrong with her, and someone even commented if she had consumed the wrong medicine.

But no, she had consumed the right medicine. The one Keith wanted her and Javier to consume.

It was not much, just a moderate aphrodisiac, but a very special aphrodisiac. The drug was only going to take effect if someone who had consumed its twin aphrodisiac generated pheromones that once inhaled would act as a catalyst, making the medicine in their blood burn them in lust for the person exuding those pheromones.

It worked on a lock and key concept.

The System Shop was filled with such things, and Keith was not one to hesitate when making use of underhanded means to achieve results.

Since Mathew had lost almost all his confidence when facing him, he now planned on using Javier to make the Child of Destiny lose his Fate Value.

He wondered what poor Mathew's expression would be when he learns that he lost his targets to not just Keith, but someone like Javier too, whom he considered a loser.

"Yes." He smiled at Zoey, admitting that he was behind it. "Looks like you were wrong and Hannah really held feelings for your brother."

"Hmph!" She was not pleased to hear him say it and then pulled him to follow her. "It is still not right for the Heir of a Family to be stuck on a single girl." And she criticised her brother.

"Your father only has one wife." He pointed out.

"And he has several lovers." She argued. "Letting your heart ruled by a single girl gives her too much control over you and too much power over your family if you are the Heir or the Head of the said Family."

"That can not be denied, but some people can't help it." He shrugged. "And only a very few lucky ones get away with it if they manage to find themselves a sensible wife who truly loves them and holds no detrimental ambitions."

"Still, it is not something worth taking the risk." She shook her head. "And how many people do actually get lucky with finding such life partners? Besides, a strong man must have more than one woman by his side."

"And what if he is not stuck on one woman but several, and all of them are just as ambitious?" He curiously asked.

"It's still better. They would stay busy and wary of each other, and if they understand their positions and hold some care for their husband, they would never take things too far as they would be the ones to lose everything as a consequence." Zoey seriously said, making him smile at her. "Then again, it all depends on how capable the man is. If he is a fool, nothing can save him and his family." She shrugged, and Keith could not help but laugh at her words.

"You are right about that." He nodded. "But some might find it strange if they hear a girl speak the words you have just spoken."

"I am not a silly girl. Weak and weakness repulse me." She clearly said, and he chuckled.

Even Zoey could not keep a straight face at her own words, and joined him, laughing at her words.

"You are a silly girl." He shook his head. "Do you want to go home tonight?" He asked right as they entered the lift, and Zoey immediately shook her head.

"No."

"Ahan?" He smiled and then pressed her against the cold wall of the elevator, looming over her, staring right into her hazel-green eyes.

She suddenly raised herself on her toes and reached for his lips, having mustered all her courage, but Keith pulled his head back before smiling at her.

His response ached her heart, but when she felt him trace her cheekbone with his right thumb, a calm feeling washed over her.

"Know that if we kiss..." He leaned in, painfully close to her lips, "You will forever belong to me and there will be no escape for you. Only death will free you if you ever decide to run away." He darkly added, and her breathing became uneven.

"Kiss me." She demanded, clutching his shirt tightly.

"Silly..." He leaned in a captured her soft and luscious lips, tenderly kissing them before letting her taste more passion.

Zoey was hooked the moment she tasted him. It felt so divine that her mind became hazy, only praying that this feeling would never end.

An uncomfortable ache started building up in her womb, and soon she started sweating as her body warmed up.

However, her mind was not paying attention to these changes, as she was only marvelling at the feel and taste of him and trying her best to reciprocate his kiss.

Minutes later, Keith separated from her, and it was then that her instincts kicked in and she greedily filled her lungs with oxygen.

Keith, who had stopped the lift, let it descend again and then locked his hand with her.

Once they reached the ground floor, he stopped her from getting out and hit the button to the top floor, where the Presidential Suites were.

Zoey's heart started racing as soon as the door of the lift closed again, but Keith gave her no time to compose herself as he captured her lips again, this time, he lifted her, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

They did not stop kissing even when they reached the top floor, and Keith walked down the corridor with her in his arms until he reached the room that was reserved for him.

The girl in his arms was too lost to realise that he did not use any key, and the door of his suite had opened before they even reached it.

If she had, she would have been a little scared by this phenomenon.

Zoey only returned to her senses when he dropped her on the soft and bouncy bed, and then under her heated gaze, he started taking off his clothes.

Her eyes widened when he lowered his pants and his member sprang to its freedom. It was a lot different than she had imagined it.

He was bigger than she was hoping, and she was scared now. But strangely she did not find it grotesque like girls usually described this appendage on a man's body. She kept staring at it even when he climbed the bed and pushed her back, getting on top of her.

When their eyes met again, she felt his hand clawing her dress, and soon her ears registered the sound of her clothes being torn apart.

It was one of her favourite dresses, but she did not give a damn about it at this moment.

Her shyness finally kicked in when she realised that she was only left in her bra and panties, but instead of hiding from his eyes, she clawed the bed and expectantly looked at him, gauging his expressions as his eyes roamed all over her body.

"Do you like it?" She whispered.

"You are beautiful, Zoey." He smiled and then met her eyes.

His hands reached for her panties and then he slowly pulled them off her, throwing them down the bed before grabbing her thighs and opening them for him.

Zoey shied her eyes away when he looked at her most private part, and her heart skipped a beat when he leaned over her and she left his hard and warm length press on her abdomen.

She tried to look down, but he captured her lips, and then he freed her soft and fleshy mounds from their confines too.

The feel of his heat and nakedness against her skin started driving her crazy, but she finally realised that her body was a little too warm. It was as if she was having a high fever, and she was profusely sweating too.

"What's happening, Keith?" She worriedly asked as she felt a painful ache build up in her womb.

"Nothing wrong." He assured her before kissing her again, and Zoey was just relieved that he was not repulsed by her sweat.

She subconsciously started grinding her sex against his, and Keith's hands roamed all over her body, clawing and squeezing her, driving her crazier.

Suddenly, he separated from her lips, and his weight stopped pressing on her, which she was reluctant to lose.

Zoey also felt his right hand leave her body, but she knew exactly where it was headed.

Soon she felt his bulbous glans pressing against her flower, and as soon as their eyes met again, he painfully invaded her.

"Ah.." She groaned in agony but her breath got stuck in her throat when he did not stop and kept going deeper into her. "Awhh!!" Tears poured out of her eyes and she finally screamed when he tore her maidenhead and proceeded to fill her up to the brim. "It hurts, Keith..." She sobbed.

"Ssshhh..." Keith made her look him in the eyes and then smiled at her, wiping her tears away. "Hug me." He planted a kiss on her forehead and said, which she listened to.

Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck and soon found comfort in his heat and weight, which took her mind off the pain.

A couple of minutes later, the feeling of fulfilment washed her senses, she stopped sobbing, and a happy smile crept on her lips.

"You would never leave me, right?" She did not know why she asked that question, but she terribly needed the answer to it now.

Perhaps it was her deepest fear that she had voiced subconsciously.

"No." He answered and felt her start planting kisses on his neck.

"You can move." She urged him, and he captured her lips again as he slowly started making love to her.

She grimaced and hissed in the pain for a short while until it numbed down and the pleasure heightened.

Keith enjoyed the melodious moans that started leaking out of her small mouth and finally started growing fiercer with her, prompting her to moan wantonly in delight.

Zoey was not aware of it, but her body was too warm right now. In fact, it could not be called warm anymore. It was burning and was hot enough that it would have hurt any normal person, or even killed them with the heat that was swirling inside of her.

However, Keith only found her heat comforting and pleasant. He loved the feel of her insides that gripped tightly around him, and now that she was no longer in pain, he also stopped restraining himself.

"Keith!!!" She screamed his name as she tipped off the first true orgasm of her life, which sent her body to a total meltdown. But the ruthless him kept ravaging her, making wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

Zoey kept chanting his name right next to his ear, begging him to go easy on her and at the same time, urging him to grow fiercer.

She tightly hugged him when he grunted and painfully pushed against her cervix, erupting inside of her.

A gratifying moan escaped her lips as she felt something cool bring some relief to her burning womb.

However, the night was still young, and Keith was not satisfied. Luckily for her, she needed and wanted more too...