Chapter Thirty-Two
Zane
She hated that I got under her skin.
I hated that I liked it so much.
I could’ve blamed it on my need for control or on that first kiss fueled with adrenaline when she’d tried to shoot me in my own fucking house. I could’ve blamed all those times she attempted to seduce me but never followed through.
But it was all of her.
It was her smell that lingered in the air long after she left the room.
It was her voice, smooth but commanding, which could both soothe and irritate me in the same breath. Her mind, always working, always trying to be two steps ahead, challenging me at every turn. That raven-black hair framing her porcelain skin with infuriating perfection.
And those eyes… the way they burned with a maddening mix of defiance and a deep attraction every time she wanted to hate me a bit more but couldn’t—not completely.
The buttons of her dress flew across the floor as I ripped it open, and the moment her dress pooled at her feet, my arm circled her waist, pulling her flush against me.
With her bare tits pressing on my chest, I grabbed the nape of her neck, fisting her hair, yanking her head back aggressively. Making sure she knew how hard I was about to fuck her.
Her mouth opened in a gasp, and I kissed her mercilessly, not caring if I bruised her lips.
Then I tore my mouth from hers to get rid of the rest of the clothes between us, even though my body was screaming to keep kissing her.
And when I freed all my length, she swallowed hard.
I sat on the edge of the bed, cock thick and twitching against my stomach. I stared at her.
“Get on your knees.”
She hesitated, her eyes defiant, clearly bothered by my demand but still too high from the orgasm to deny me.
She knelt between my legs, and it gave me a sense of victory I hadn’t felt in years.
I grabbed myself on the base and pointed my fully erect cock in her direction. Her eyes darkened as she stared at the pre-cum already leaking, already spilling for her.
She wanted it, I saw it right in front of me but she was battling with everything she had not to give it away.
My hips shifted forward until the head of my cock pressed against her lips. Her mouth opened instantly, but I didn’t shove myself inside. Instead, I dragged my oozing tip across her mouth, tracing the shape of her lips and painting them with pre-cum, leaving them glistening like lip gloss.
Then, I pulled back, giving her a moment, and without having to tell her, she licked everything into her mouth. Fucking gorgeous.
Her eyes widened as if she hadn’t been expecting to like the taste, and I had to stroke myself to alleviate the added thrill it gave me.
Then she opened her mouth wider, took the head into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it before sucking it as if she’d imagined doing it before.
“Fuck, Chloe…” I hissed, my head falling back before forcing myself to meet her eyes again.
She took me deep in her throat, stopping before she gagged, then pulled back. Strands of saliva dripped down to the floor before she dove in again.
My free hand gripped the back of her head, and I guided her up and down, showing her exactly how I liked it to be done. Although she was doing a perfect job by herself, I needed the control.
Her eyes followed the movement, studying the way her mouth moved around me as if she was determined to learn how to make me feel good.
She loved having my cock in her mouth, and I loved the heat, the pressure, and the mess she was making with it—but I wanted to feel that heat somewhere else. I wanted to feel how turned on she was. I wanted to feel the way her pussy stretched around me for the first time.
Both hands grabbed her head now, seeking to keep her steady as I fastened the pace, hips thrusting, cock sliding deep into her throat.
She wanted to gag, but I fucked her through it, unable to stop even if I wanted to.
Tears accumulated in her eyes, and tension coiled low in my spine; the pleasure building felt like it came from something violent.
Everything tightened and then exploded.
A guttural moan tore from my chest so violently that it shook the room around us.
“Fuck—” I growled, yanking my cock free in time to see myself spill across her tongue.
My hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her up to her feet.
“Swallow.”
She closed her mouth, and all the muscles on her neck moved as she swallowed—and fuck me, the sight of how she proudly drank all my cum almost made me come again.
“Good girl,” I said, knowing it would make her burn.
Then I pointed to the bed. “Lie down.”
She didn’t stop to defy me this time, and she crawled bare into my bed without shame before her back sank into the mattress. Her body stretched out across the silk sheets like a goddamn fever dream and for a second, I just wanted to stare.
The full moonlight filtering through the curtains was the only light I needed to see her perfectly. I loved her perky tits and her tiny waist. The delicious curve of her hips and the smooth lines of her thighs.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her naked but fuck me if it didn’t feel as if it was.
Her eyes were dazed, her cheeks flushed, chest rising with shallow breaths. The aftermath of her orgasm still lingered all over her. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life, and she was finally mine.
I crawled between her thighs and ran my palms down them, spreading her open, not sure if I wanted to worship her or ruin her.
And then realization hit harder than a car crash.
Breaking this woman wouldn’t happen by instilling fear or by forcing her into anything.
That she already had all of her life, and she was still standing. Force would only make her want to shoot me in the face every time she got the chance.
No, breaking her would be different.
Breaking her would be showing her what I could give her and how good it could be if she behaved.
I didn’t know how to achieve that. But I knew I could start by calming the fuck down.
She gasped, muscles tensing beneath my hands. My cock pulsed harder at the sound.
Slowly, I rubbed myself against her, tracing gentle circles over her still-swollen clit with the tip, just enough to warm her up again.
The soft, slippery sensation she was giving me made me painfully hard again too quickly.
“Look at that,” I growled. “Look how sweet you feel around me.”
I circled her clit again and another suppressed moan escaped her lips. She was keep her moans low, as if embarrassed and shy to acknowledge her own sensual sounds.
“Let go of it,” I ordered. “Let fucking go. I want every sound escaping your mouth.”
I leaned in, catching one of her perfect nipples in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her wince.
“Oh my God! Hm!”
She gasped a little louder now. Better. Then I eased off, licking softly, letting her moan dissolve into the thick air around us, as I played with all her moisture, barely grazing her entrance before sliding back up to her clit.
She finally started moaning without holding back and her hips quickened to rock against my cock, desperate for more.
She was dripping, her heat making it too easy to slide a little deeper every time I teased her entrance. Now, I was the one hanging on by a goddamn thread. One wrong move and I'd break her open.
And fuck, I wanted to.
But every fucking time I passed over her entrance without entering, she squirmed like she was being tortured and I wanted her to feel that. Every second of it.
Let her feel it. Let her burn.
Because that was exactly what she’d been doing to me.
Then I stopped and went to my knees again, and when she moaned in protest, it was the cutest fucking sound. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising and falling fast, her eyes lazily open in complete surrender.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Zane, please—” she whimpered, her voice a desperate, painful plea.
“Tell me what you want,” I rasped, every muscle in my body wound tight.
She hesitated, lips trembling. Her silence nearly killed me.
She’s doing it again, holding back.
Then she shattered.
“Yes,” she whispered, barely breathing.
“Yes, what?” I demanded, voice rough. “Use your fucking words with me.”
“I want you inside me,” she gasped.
Fuck, yes.
And she didn’t have to say it twice.
The tip slipped, too deep and too fast, right at her entrance.
I saw fucking stars.
She winced, and I groaned when the head pushed past her tightness and felt her starting to stretch around me. Her back arched off the bed, and her cry split the air in half pain, half pleasure.
She was so tight, I almost came like some horny teenager.
I pulled out to ease the sting she might have been feeling, then slid it inside again, slower this time, wanting to see the way my dick spread her apart, feeling the resistance of her walls all around me while disappearing deep inside her again.
Her body tensed, her lips parting as she accommodated all of my length, inch by inch, until I was completely buried.
“Fuck, you are so fucking tight,” I groaned, my voice wrecked.
I hadn’t expected her to be so tight, and it was intoxicating in a way that made my head spin like I was high on something.
Then I snapped. I grabbed her hips with both hands, hauling her closer; I thrust fast, driving deep over and over again with no mercy. Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping the sheets, desperate to hold onto something.
“Oh, oh, my God…”
She was combusting, and I didn’t intend to stop fueling her.
I fucked her harder, deeper, faster, pushing us both toward the edge, until her walls clenched tighter, squeezing me and pulling me to the edge with her.
Her eyes rolled back, her body tightening as her orgasm ripped through her.
With one last deep thrust, I pulled out just in time, coming hard all over her stomach with a deep, guttural groan. My body tensed, my head falling back as the pleasure crashed over me.
My body collapsed beside her. Her breathing was shaky, matching my own. She nestled herself against my chest, and even though this type of intimacy was foreign to me, I allowed it. Her tits pressed against me as my arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a more comfortable position.
When our breathing had finally settled, her lazy voice broke the silence.
“What happened at the party?”
“What do you mean?”
“We left so suddenly, and you looked like you’d lost something.”
I had. I’d lost another opportunity but wasn’t going to tell her that. I couldn’t let her know why my plans had changed tonight.
“You should go to your room before you fall asleep,” I said, gently removing my arm from around her.
She lifted her head, her eyes widening with disbelief. “What?”
“You can’t sleep here,” I clarified, my tone growing more detached. “You have your own room for that.”
“You’re honestly kicking me out after what we just did?”
“And what exactly did we just do?”
“Are you for real?” Her shock turned quickly to anger.
“Did you really expect me to act differently just because we had sex? I fuck a lot of women, Chloe. Don’t start getting clingy; This changes nothing.”
I could see the hurt flickering in her eyes. That look gutted me, so much that I stared at the ceiling to avoid it.
“Fuck you!” she spat, her voice breaking as she scrambled off the bed.
My words had torn her apart, and I was forced to watch her break right in front of me. I wanted to fucking punch myself for that, but it had to be done.
She quickly grabbed my shirt from the floor just to cover herself enough before storming out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind her.
It was for the best. I had to force myself to keep the boundaries, keep her in check and her expectations low. I had to treat her like any other woman… exactly because she was not.