Chapter Forty-One #2
Stroking his hands up the back of my legs, he pulled me toward him, right on the edge of the mattress and pushed my knees wide. I could feel his hot breath near, knowing I’d be wet for him.
“Zane,” I moaned impatiently.
“So desperate for me, amore.” he murmured against my clit, making me wince at the contact.
One touch was all I needed to start seeing stars. His tongue flattened against my clit before circling it, then sucking as if he couldn’t wait another second without tasting me.
My hips lifted off the bed, pressing into his mouth, desperate for more of it.
My fingers gripped the sheets as my body started burning, consuming me at impossible speeds. He shoved fingers in, deep and unrelenting. I didn’t know how many. I just knew it was enough to make me feel completely full.
And still, his tongue never stopped, never faltered.
Tasting me, devouring me, claiming me. Swallowing my juices like they belonged to him.
Then, suddenly, he pulled away. I nearly cried out.
“Turn around. On your hands and knees,” he ordered, “Your mouth around my cock.”
To my surprise, I was eager to taste him again.
Shifting onto all fours, my head moved near the edge of the mattress where he stood as he sprang his erection free, thick, and pulsing with anticipation.
I licked the pre-cum at the tip, savoring the taste of his arousal before I opened my mouth to take him in, my pussy clenching in response.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest the second he felt me around him.
He centered himself, adjusting the angle, working his way down until he was all deep in my throat.
I gagged but that didn’t seem to bother him.
He closed his eyes and moaned. “Your mouth is fucking incredible.”
His hips thrust slowly, entering my mouth and pulling out again. His hands pulled my hair into a ponytail, grabbing it tightly, using it to guide my mouth the way he needed it.
His breath was hitching as he increased the pace and slid deeper, never breaking eye contact, feeding off my watery eyes and drawing strength from it.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his control slipping.
He took a second to restrain himself before his fingers tightened on my hair, thrusting his hips into my mouth, increasing the pace.
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, while my hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t reach.
I kept looking at him to make sure I was doing it right and every fiber of my being throbbed with need, aroused by his growing pleasure.
I gagged once, twice, but he never stopped.
He fucked my mouth through it, his hunger only growing. Never stopping or slowing the pace. His dominance absolute.
He swallowed hard, trying to regulate his breathing but his head kept falling back, defeated with pleasure.
I had him.
And to have this powerful, dangerous man under my spell made me feel invincible.
He exhaled sharply, fighting for control, but I knew he was close. I could feel it in the way his thighs tensed, and the way his breath came in ragged bursts.
I moaned around his cock to push him further, moving my mouth along his length, flicking my tongue along his tip before taking him in again.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned and I jerked him harder in response.
Tears started to course down my face, struggling to take him all but it only made him more possessive, more turned on than ever.
His pace grew relentless and his cock thickened in my mouth. His fingers tangled and gripped my hair until my scalp started to burn. His lips parted and he growled like a beast, his warm cum filling my mouth.
His pleasure left me mesmerized.
I’d done that to him. I’d made him feel all of that. It turned me on more than anything else.
“Swallow,” he commanded.
I obeyed, feeling the salty warmth gliding down my throat.
His thumb brushed my lips, tracing the remnants before his hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up, and then he kissed me. Slow and tender, different from any kiss we’d shared before.
His hands gripped my waist to lower me to the sheets again. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard, pinching the other between his fingers.
My back arched, a breathless moan tearing from my throat. “Zane…” My nipples were so swollen with arousal it was almost painful.
“Say you’re mine, Chloe.”
I hadn’t been with many men, but sex had never felt like this. It was raw. Consuming. Terrifying in how much I wanted it.
“I’m yours.”
Truly. Deeply. Completely.
Another violent thunder ripped the sky as he entered me in one slow, deep thrust, already knowing I’d be ready for him.
A gasp tore from my lips at the fullness, my knees trembling from the pleasure rippling through me. My legs parted, inviting him deeper, wanting as much of him as my body could take.
“La tua figa è semplicemente divina, amore.”
He moaned against my mouth words I didn’t understand but it didn’t matter because it turned me on anyway.
His hot breath was hot and quick, matching my own, consuming me whole, making me forget about everything that stood between us.
Every thrust felt better than the one before. My nails dug into his shoulders as he gave it to me harder. I felt his cock throb inside me, his body tensing, his control slipping.
A moan left his lips at the same time one tore from mine.
My spine arched as the explosion I was anticipating tore through me. His release filled me, warm and deep, making sure he gave me every drop.
Zane continued to thrust in me, prolonging my orgasm, wringing me dry until there was nothing left as the aftershocks pulsed through my body.
He collapsed beside me, his breath ragged.
It was the best sex I’d ever had. I’d wanted this for hours, days. For a lifetime.
Instead of getting up to go clean himself, he lay on his back and pulled me in until I was half on top of him. His warmth enveloped me, and I let myself sink into it. My head rested against his chest, rising and falling with his breath.
I snuggled into him, but the longer I stayed there, the more it felt like I was the one doing something wrong. As if I was the problem now. And it did not feel good.
I had to keep reminding myself of the type of man he was and what was at stake for me. It didn’t matter how attracted I was to him or the incredible things he made me feel in bed; he was still who he was.
A criminal. A man who had forced me into a debt and held my life constantly over my head.
It wasn’t rational that after everything, I still felt bad and wanted to protect him somehow.
“What happened today?” I asked, wanting to forget about my own day, and because I knew he’d been upset when he arrived.
He hesitated, a slight tension passing through him before he spoke.
“We caught a rat. Someone working on both sides.”
“It had something to do with the break-in?” I asked, trying to confirm my suspicions that Bruce had help from the inside.
“It’s possible. He was receiving money from outside, likely keeping someone informed. Could’ve easily told the intruder which cameras to avoid.”
My lips pressed together. Could that be it? Or could Zane have more traitors around him than he realized? Andy? Ivar? Could Bruce have deeper connections inside Zane’s operation? Someone who would warn him if I asked Zane for help?
“And what did you do to him?” I didn’t need to ask to know, but I wanted to hear it from him.
He remained silent. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath my cheek.
“I want to know.” I pressed.
“He didn’t get a slow death. He’s resting with the fish now.”
His tone sent a chill through me. I pulled away slightly and lifted my head to search his face for any sign of remorse.
“Did you know him well?”
“Well enough to have him work for me,” he replied, unbothered.
“Do you ever forgive?” The words left me in a whisper.
His face hardened. “No. The punishment for treason is death. No exceptions.”
“Not even if it was Ivar?” I mentioned Ivar not because of my hatred for the man but because Jane had mentioned they were like brothers. If he couldn’t show mercy to a brother, he wouldn’t show it to anyone else.
“He would never—”
“Just tell me. What if he did?” I needed to know. I needed to hear if he was capable of mercy.
Zane’s jaw hardened, anger crossing his features as if he already despised the idea.
“I would kill him. Yes.”
Then his eyes narrowed.
“Why are we having this conversation, Chloe?”
If he could be so cruel to a brother, what would he do to me?
Even if I told him everything now, he would never believe me or trust me again.
He’d lock me in a cell to make sure I’d never attempt to leave again and he’d use me mercilessly against his enemies.
Or worse. He’d storm Bruce’s club with guns drawn, every man behind him ready to paint the walls red, and my sister would be caught in the crossfire.
No. I couldn’t risk that.
In the end, I had to choose her.
I had to choose us.
Because that was how it had always been.
Because Zane was no better than Bruce. No matter how good-looking he was, no matter how good he made me feel when inside me, none of this changed what he was.
My silence was the only thing that would keep her alive.
Lifting my head from his chest, I rolled to the bed’s edge. “I should go back to my room before I fall asleep.”
But just as I was about to slip away, his hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Stay.”