Kill This Love

By Z. Cruise

"His love took me to the edge of light,
where darkness begins."
Twisted Love is a story about a young girl, Elisa Day, at the House of Pleasure.
The first time she saw Ozan Caesar she thought he was one of her dream come true. Dark, handsome, sexy, and mysterious he was everything she all ever wanted. But Ozan is hiding a secret so deadly, it could ruin her life forever.

Deliciously dark, hauntingly poignant, and a love story that hurt so deeply. Twisted Love is a story you will never forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Z. Cruise
• Release date: Jan 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224482153

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Chapter 1

Saturday, 20 November

My name is Elisa. I am 20 years old. I was born at a very unfortunate time of the year when all parents in the country were abandoning their newborn babies at the gates of brothels. (Well at least that’s how I like to think about my mother's reason for giving me up).

Unlike many young girls, I already knew what I would be when I grew up or in true words forced to be because choices are expensive commodities.

A whore!

Yeah, I know not a very bright future for a young girl, but what choice did I have? If only my mother was a bit more cautious about the fact that if she had decided to drop me like a trash bag the least she could do was choose another respectable place instead of a brothel I would have even settled for a life of nun.

Anyway, I am not going to blacken the pages of my journal writing about the story of my life as a whore since I haven’t written in ages.

I don’t know what evoked me to do it now, as it is quite odd, especially for a girl like me to even have a journal, but whatever the reason I know I want to write today more than anything. Want to capture the beauty and pain of the moments I had spent with him, so I can visit them later through the words I have written.

As you can see that the life of a whore is not easy, especially at the House of Pleasure. Where we are displayed, sold, and sometimes even exchanged like commodities.

Here we are not allowed to have emotions of any kind and that’s why from the very first day we have been told one thing in succession; Always parented to enjoy sex no matter how bad the man is in bed. Make him feel like a real man. Moan as much as you can be the actress and play a game of deception with him so he comes back again wanting more.

See the perks of being a whore. (Insert a smiley here)

And if he makes you enjoy it, then like a professional as you have been taught to be, make sure to take off your sentiments with the piece of clothes you are wearing so there is no chance of real emotions getting involved, because remember it is a bargain he has made with your dealer nothing more than that. Even as I write, I can still imagine Jezebel in her posh voice hammering her words of wisdom into our brains.

And like a good little whore, I had been repeating these lines like a mantra in my head until that fateful day.

The moment I had seen him coming through the golden gates, I knew there was something different about this man. Something that rose and called to me. From the powerful male aura he exuded and the confident way he carried himself, I could tell he was a man of experience. The expensive Armani suit he wore, sat on him like how it should be on a man of his status. The white snowy shirt he wore underneath was drawn taut across his chest, bespoke of a power, not many men possess. His black hair was neatly trimmed and styled. He captured and commanded my attention and made my breath slip away, but looking around me I could tell that I was not the only one affected by his presence, if the coy smiles on the other girl’s lips and flirtatious glances throwing his way were anything to go by. He was easily the most beautiful and attractive man I had ever laid eyes on.

And when for the first time his golden eyes met mine subjecting me to a slow perusal of my whole body, I knew wanted to be his. Only his and him to be mine.

Damn, what an unconventional thought for a whore like me. I had mumbled

But in case you are wondering, No it was not love at first sight. It was nothing like that, but much more than that. It was like looking at the face of a person, you know who is going to be the main part of your life. Either he could be your downfall or your saving grace.

When the moment of choosing came, my heart starts beating wildly in my chest. What if he chooses me?

What if he doesn’t?

Holding my breath I waited for his answer as so many what ifs swirled in my mind.

Then it happened, out of so many of us he chose me. A gust of joy sprang up within me and sent a sweet chill straight to my heart. Maybe he also had felt the same wild connection I had felt.

After throwing a glance in my direction he got up from his place, moving toward the rooms where we attend our customers.

I knew I should probably wait for a little while before going after him as it was really hard for me to hide my excitement when my emotions were so tangled up. I could feel the look of jealousy and envy in the eyes of so many girls because it was true that I was not one of the best, yet he still had picked me over them.

At first, I was just a cheap whore among so many beauties who were used to sitting idly in a corner, waiting for customer after customer, only to be rejected in the end. I mean why would they settle for a plain Jane like me when they could play out their fantasy with the most beautiful girls at the House of pleasure, No one thought I was worth much, but now unknowingly he had increased my value.

Because when a man of his status, who take wealth and power for granted like it was his birthright, pick out a whore from the back row, it is only common that the whore will be promoted to the first row.

Which means more business for her.

But, strangely I didn’t give much thought to the only important factor of my life, I was too engrossed in him to care about it.

My heart was thudding and my mind was occupied, anticipating the upcoming meeting. Just a few moments later I will be alone with him.

And soon we were alone in the room. Not the one where I usually attend to my customers. It was a new room, reserved for special clients. He was standing by the fireplace when I entered. A frail moonbeam seeps in through the window pane, trickling over his form. Crossing the room he sprawled himself on the big wing chair as his eyes slid over me. A beautiful, soft, and haunting melody of a piano was coming from the speaker.

Walk around the room I want to look at you. He ordered after taking a sip from his wine.

A shudder tore through my body when I heard his voice, authoritative and deep velvet-rough.

I did as I was told but when I got near the delicate-legged table he asked me to stop there.

Unpin your hair and turn toward me. Again I did as I was told.

He was the most sexually compelling and dangerous man I had ever seen. My whole body and senses were betraying me. Every nerve ending I possess was reacting to him with silent but violent intensity.

Your eyes are quite large on your face. Although other aspects of your body are well portioned but your eyes are too expressive, you should be careful with them they unravel your secret

A slow smile tugged at the corner of my lips.

Is something amusing you? he asked now smiling too.

Nothing very concerning sir, it’s just that no man has ever looked at me above the neck. I don’t know if should I be flattered or offended, but then we both know it is not my eyes you have paid for. Is it sir?

Putting his glass back on the table he loosed the knot of the tie around his neck.

You are right, it’s your body I have paid for. Take off your dress I want to see you naked.

Now as a whore I shouldn’t have any problem taking my clothes off but I don’t know why out of the blue I felt shy, contrary to the fact that the room was only illuminated by the firelight and the dim light which was coming from the lamp.

His lips lifted in an imitation of a sardonic smile, Leaning back in his chair he trailed his index finger across his lower lips as his gaze held me captive, which possessed a piercing sharpness of a hunter, there was a challenge in them. I am waiting, he husked.

Taking one calm deep breath I reached for the zipper in the back and slowly slid it down. Pulling the strap of my dress off my shoulders I let the dress fall into a heap of pool around me as I stepped out of it.

Now I was only clad in my black lacy bra and boy shorts. But before I could take my bra off, lifting his hand he stopped me in my task.

Getting up, he came toward me in long and measured strides. The hard gleam was back in his eyes as he pulled me toward him.

I felt his fingers feather lightly along the back of my neck, beneath my hair, and the sensation of his touch shot little shivers down my spine. His face was very close to me, I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face.

All of my senses seemed to focus on the point where I could feel the delicate motion of his fingers against my collarbone and neck and an unexplainable feeling coiled into every muscle of my body.

What have we turned this world into? Nothing here is free, not even the beautiful girls like you.

He rasped, holding me captive under his golden commanding gaze and I knew I couldn’t look away even if I tried to.

With gentle pressure on my neck, he lean down a little and his lips took mine in a gentle kiss, and in that first moment there was a hesitation, an uncertainty like he expected me to break away any moment, but in less than a second the chance was gone and It was like my whole body has been hard-wired for this moment.

An electric current passed between us taking both of us by surprise. I had imagined a connection but nothing of this magnitude. His hands slipped around my waist and my lips parted on their own accord. I was helpless against his increased dominance.

Even sitting here by the fireplace as I am recalling all the crazy, careening sensation I had felt when his lips touched mine, I can’t help but blush like a virgin girl who has never been kissed.

Pulling apart we both looked into each other eyes our breath labored, for a few moments we just stared at each other trying to control this feeling of the rush, but we both knew we are wasting our time, we couldn’t contain ourselves anymore.

Taking my head in his large hand he kissed me again but this time it was rough and wild from the start as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. My world suddenly seems to be bounded by the invasion of his fiery and passionate kiss.

I interlaced my finger around his nape as he pushed my bra down and cupped my breast in his large hand. My nipples eagerly thrust against his palm. Then untangling my fingers of one hand I tightened them around his shoulder for support while the other hand traveled upward, from his wrist along the course of his sinewy arms and to the hard muscles of his back.

Oh damn, he groaned pushing his hip toward me. The smooth fabric of his slack against my bare legs felt so erotic.

What have you done to me? I had thought at the age of 34 I was above feelings, even feelings of lust, but one taste of your sweetest mouth had made me lose control like I am a teenage boy still wet behind the ears.

Is it a bad thing? I whispered

Like I give a damn about it.

It was as though my touch electrified him. I felt his finger tighten on my waist and his kiss became more demanding

Reality faded away, I tried so hard to keep my real emotion out of it but I just couldn’t. I was lost in a silver-grey void that consisted of nothing but his mouth upon me. The tingling heat was unrolling to every part of my body, the strength of his hard muscles beneath my hands, his spicy, minty scent was intoxicating me, engulfing me in its embrace and I wanted to stay like this forever.

He moved his lips from my face to my throat, with an urgency as he trailed down the hot wet kisses there.

My breath was coming in rapid, shallow gasps, and the pounding of my heart seemed to shake everything around me. It was like I was flying in the air. Once again his finger sought the softness of my breast. His own breathing was long and unsteady as though he had run a marathon, it flamed against my skin. My hands parted the silky strand of his hair, urging him to kiss me again.

And he did it, he kissed me on the lips and everywhere, my eyelids, my temple, and my collarbone. His hands were working with my bra hook with a restrained impatience, I felt a quiver go through my whole body as he moved away to take my bra off.

My skin prickled when I felt his fingertips tracing a path from the hollow of my throat to my breast, with the pad of his thumb he draw a circle around my nipple until they were fully erect.

Hooking my one leg around his waist he pushed me backward and took one of my nipple in his hot warm mouth, I cried out in ecstasy, couldn’t contain it any longer. I only knew that the ache building within me was unbearable and the sensation he was creating with his mouth and lips were pure torture. I could feel the hardness of his cock through the fabric of slack. I had lost all reason and control over the situation. All the lessons of maintaining a professional facade were forgotten, I was totally at his mercy now. I had never felt this way before with anyone.

But then something changed and I sense a shift in his mood. Suddenly he pushed me away as if stung by a snake, turning around he moved toward the large window, raking his finger in his hair agitatedly he murmured.

"What