Mina's POV
I stood frozen in her office, heat crawling up my neck. Strip for her?
Out of everything that could've gone wrong today, this wasn't even on the damn list. I had delivered food, not signed up for some twisted power game.
"Go naked," she said again, voice as calm as ever. "And I'll pardon you."
It echoed like a gunshot in my head.
Go back to the shack? To Lysa's tired eyes and our rationed meals?, loose this job? Never.
"Ma'am… women are not my love interest."
Xiraya stepped closer. So close I could feel her breath, her aura—a dangerous mix of confidence and command.
"Does it matter right now?" she murmured, her finger tracing my shoulder like she owned me.
I flinched at the contact, but she didn't care. She picked up her office phone and dialed.
"Hello. Favorite Café?"
My heart plummeted. My face was drained of all color.
"Stop, ma," I choked out. My voice cracked, and tears stung my eyes. "Please."
How cruel is she ?
The phone hovered in her hand. "Will you do it?"
I hated it. Every single fiber in me hated this moment.
But my lips moved.
"I… I will."
Xiraya's POV
There it was. That soft crack in her voice. Vulnerability. Submission. That quiet surrender.
She thinks I'm a monster, doesn't she?
Good.
There's something about this girl that I can't shake. I should've erased her from my mind after that club night. But no—she lingered. Her defiance, her spirit, her mouth. Saira warned me not to play in the mortal realm, but here I am, drowning in temptation.
"I will do it," she repeated.
She started undoing her buttons, slowly, fingers trembling. Her eyes flicked up to mine—one last plea.
But I wasn't done watching. I wanted to own the moment. Break her just enough to feel it.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
"I'm not wearing a bra," she whispered.
That made me pause.
Don't get me wrong i want to see those smooth breasts but anyone can knock on my office door, human meetings.
"Stop."
She looked up, confused.
"You can go," I said, tone clipped but firm. "But I'll be needing a delivery at my house this evening. Report back to your manager. And I want you—only you—to bring it."
"…Yes, ma." She ran out
Third Person POV
Mina stumbled out of the office like the walls were closing in. Her stomach twisted. Her chest burned.
She had begged. She had nearly stripped.
But she hadn't broken.
Not fully.
She jumped on her delivery bike and sped back to the café like hell itself was behind her.
The rest of her shift flew by in a daze. Until—
"New girl!" the manager called. "Last delivery of the day. GPS is set. Client's house. Don't do anything stupid."
Mina grabbed the bag, her jaw tight. "Yes, ma."
She didn't need a map to know who the client was.
Mina's POV
The mansion looked like it belonged in a billionaire's fever dream. As I approached the gate, a guard stepped forward.
"Delivery for Raya Kael," I said.
He opened the gate without another word.
Every step felt heavier. The driveway alone looked like it was carved from obsidian. The main door creaked open before I could even knock.
A housekeeper greeted me. Middle-aged, stern eyes.
"Give it to—"
"I'll take you to ma'am," she interrupted.
I swallowed a sigh. What was this? A delivery or a damn royal procession?
I followed her past walls lined with gold frames and dragon murals. My eyes landed on one—white dragon. Eyes glowing.
I stopped before a dark door and knocked. "Delivery here."
"Come in," her voice called out. Low. Sultry.
I turned the knob and entered.
Xiraya's POV
This girl... why does she pull at me like this?
Saira said mortals are dangerous in their simplicity—but this one was far from simple.
She entered, clutching the bag like a shield.
"What are you standing there for?" I said, tilting my head. "Put the order down."
She placed it gently on the table.
I leaned back on the velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, my silk robe hugging every curve.
"You didn't finish our earlier conversation," I said smoothly.
She stiffened.
"I told you, ma'am. I don't… do women."
I smirked. "I didn't ask about what you do. I told you what I want."
Her lips parted in shock. "Do you go around asking random strangers who deliver food to sleep with you?"
"No," I said, rising to my feet. "But you're not random. You're interesting."
I walked up to her, wrapped my arm around her waist, and leaned in until our noses nearly touched.
"I want you tonight."
She trembled.
"You can't force me," she whispered.
"I don't have to."
Mina's POV
Her hand on my waist was like fire. I hated how my body reacted. Hated that my legs felt like jelly.
"You won't regret it," she breathed, lips brushing my ear.
I thought of my dream.
Of that damned touch, the feeling .....
This wasn't something I'd do with anyone, in fact I promised not to sleep with anyone for money, but if not taking the decision will cost me a lot then , there ain't no harm in trying.
I looked into her eyes. Amber. Burning. Consuming.
"Get me and my sister out of the shit we're in," I whispered, voice barely audible. "And after tonight, I leave. For good."
She didn't even blink. "Done. I don't want you lingering anyway."
"What's your name and how old are you?" she asked, still watching me like prey.
I scoffed, "ooh you are scared to be a pedophile?, dont worry i am Mina and i am 21"
She smirked and narrowed her eyes at me
"at least I know to fuck you as i want."
I loosened my hair which I had packed up.
"Then let's get this over with, Raya Kael."
That look in her eyes?
Pure hunger.
"Fuck," she muttered.
Like I had just set her entire night on fire.