28. Zayne
CHAPTER 28
Zayne
O h, hell no. Minx did not just storm off and leave me again.
My strides are brisk as I follow behind her. Despite the flip-flips she’s wearing, she’s moving fast, fueled by the cloud of rage that swirls around her like a funnel cloud.
You can’t escape me, Delaney.
I deliberately stay far enough behind that she doesn’t notice me, although it’s not a problem since she hasn’t turned around once since she marched away.
She rounds the bend, and I smile. Considering how much time I’ve spent here, I know this lake quite well. There’s a tiny bathroom in the woods ahead. A quiet, remote place few know about. There’s one private, gender-neutral stall in the back of the building.
Lengthening my strides and increasing my pace, I close the distance between us. She’s in her own world when I come up behind her, slapping a hand over her mouth and pulling her against my chest.
Delaney immediately begins struggling, twisting and fighting me. But her tiny body is no match for the one who knows her better than anyone.
“Stop fighting me, minx,” I hiss in her ear, dragging her off the trail toward the bathroom. “It’s pointless.”
She trips over her feet, and I chuckle. When I toss her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one of her flip-flops falls off. I pull the other one off before I stoop down and grab it. Then I stand, marching toward the bathroom.
As I walk, she’s beating her fists against my ass. “Put me down. Right. Fucking. Now.”
I chuckle. If she really hated me, she’d be hitting my back, knowing it’s my weak spot . But she doesn’t.
Even though I should hate her, that fact alone leaves a chink in the armor around my heart.
Rounding the building, I ignore her protests. Pulling the door open, I carry her inside and lock it before I set her on her feet.
She’s like a feral kitten as she tries to snatch her flip-flops from my hands. I quickly lift them in the air before I grab her by the throat and push her against the wall.
Terror is in her eyes as she freezes, her face draining of color. I immediately release her throat, tossing her flip-flops near the door without taking my eyes off hers. “I won’t hurt you, Delaney. At least, not in any way you wouldn’t like.”
My words seem to penetrate her paralysis. She blinks before anger turns her face scarlet. Her breathing accelerates, and she scowls at me. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing?—”
I slide my hand up her thigh, moving to the hem of her black cover-up. Beneath it is the red string bikini that shows entirely too much skin. “I think you know what I’m doing.” My fingers graze her bikini bottoms, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
“No, minx. Don’t try to stifle your noises.” My other hand pulls her bottom lip free, and the whimper slips out. “I wanna hear them.”
“W-Why?”
“Why do you I wanna hear them, or why am I doing this?”
“B-Both.”
“I’m so fucking pissed, but damn, I’ve missed your tight, wet pussy.” I lower my head against her neck, closing my eyes and inhaling her scent.
For a moment, I can pretend she’s mine again.
“The noises you make when I touch, lick, or fuck you haunt me.” My fingers slide beneath the edge of her swimsuit, and when she releases a shaky breath and spreads her legs apart, I take that as an invitation.
My fingers slide to her pussy, and I moan at how wet she is. “You’re gonna have to tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” I graze over her opening. She moans, her head falling back against the wall. With her long locks pulled into a ponytail, I have unfettered access to her neck, and I take advantage, my lips moving to her skin, sucking it into my mouth and marking her.
“Zayne.” Her hands slide up my back, causing me to shiver. She stills, her voice concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, minx. I’ve been craving your touch for weeks now.” I slowly slide one finger inside her tight opening. The whimper that falls from her lips makes my cock throb.
Her fingers curl, nails digging into my back. “Oh, fuck. That feels so good.”
“Mmmm.” My lips latch onto the side of her neck as I slide my finger out to the tip, then back inside her. “So fucking tight and wet.” I suck harder, and she turns her head slightly, giving me more access. “I can’t wait to feel you clenching my cock.”
“Yes…” Her nails scrape down my back. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Her words should anger me, but they have the opposite effect. I hike her leg over my hip, and I shift my hand so I can tease her clit while I finger her.
“So goddamn wet. This pussy is weeping for me, Delaney.” I bite her neck, smiling because Tim and her dickhead father will see her throat all marked up.
“Jesus, Zayne,” she pants against my ear. “Fuck.”
“You still on the pill, minx?”
Her voice is a breathless whisper. “Yeah, why?”
“Good.” I slide my fingers out of her, pushing her leg down before yanking her bottoms off. “Cause I’m about to ruin this pussy with my cock.” I grab her and push her in front of the mirror. “Hands on the sink. Stick your ass out… Good girl….”
She moans, her eyes locked on me in the mirror’s reflection. The hungry burning in them is my undoing.
I fumble with my running shorts, shoving them down my legs. My cock springs free, precum dripping from the tip because I’m so anxious to be inside her. She turns me on like no other woman can.
I adjust her, arching her back further. “Yes. Just like that.” I line myself up with her entrance and then thrust inside.
“Ahhhh,” she moans, her fingers sliding as she tries to grip the sink.
A stream of curses comes from my lips as I grip her hip while holding myself still, feeling her tight walls clamping around me.
“I’m gonna need?—”
Before she can say another word, I pull out to the tip before slamming back inside her. “I know what you need.” I move her ponytail over one shoulder, my eyes still on hers in the mirror. “You need to be fucked nice and hard.” I pump my hips, giving her what she needs.
Her head lowers as she whimpers. I wrap my hand around her ponytail, yanking it back up. “Nuh-uh, minx. Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
Her eyes lock with mild, wild and feral. “Zayne. Oh my God.”
“Yes,” I pound into her, my fast and furious strokes making me as crazy as it does her. “Fucking perfect. Your pussy was made for me.”
A long moan leaves her lips, her cheeks flushed with desire.
I slow my thrusts, my eyes on hers in the mirror. “Say it, minx. Tell me your pussy belongs to me.”
She licks her lips, a whimper coming slipping from them, but she remains silent.
I slide to the tip and hold myself there, even though it’s testing all my self-control. “Nope. I need to hear you say those words.”
Her pleading eyes are on mine. I pull out, watching the panic flaring in her irises. “My pussy belongs to you.” The words rush from her lips like a tide she can’t control.
“That’s right.” I slam back inside her before pulling out and thrusting hard again. “You may delude yourself…” Thrust . “But this tight pussy sure as fuck doesn’t. She knows who owns her.”
I pound into her, watching her tits bounce through the cover-up and swimsuit top. She moans, her knuckles white as she grips the edge of the sink.
“Zayne… I’m…” She licks her lips, her body shuddering beneath mine.
“You’re gonna come.” I slow my thrusts, teasing her. Her grip loosens, and she pouts.
“Stop teasing me.” Her hand slaps the sink.
“Keep throwing a temper tantrum,” I taunt, fucking her slow and deep. “I’ll tease this tight pussy until you can’t stand it.”
“No. Please, don’t.” Her desperate plea makes my heart feel lighter for the first time in weeks. She may have broken my heart and left me, but her pussy is still desperate for me. For now, it’s enough. I’ll worry about the consequences later.
I speed up a little more, fueled by the beautiful sounds coming from her lips. Her hips move, matching my rhythm. “So fucking good.”
Leaning forward, I hover against her ear. “You love my cock, minx?”
“Yes,” she pants, wiggling her hips, trying to get me to go faster. “I love it.”
A roar rips through me as I pound into her like an animal. “That’s right.” Sweat runs down my forehead, dripping onto her cover-up. “My cock loves your pussy. You’re mine to fuck, Delaney.” I grip her shoulder with one hand while the other digs into the flesh of her hip. “No one else can or will fuck you like I fuck you.”
“Yeesss!” Her pussy clenches around me. My fingers find her clit, knowing I’m about to send her over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I’m gonna make you come all over my dick,” I rasp into her ear, my eyes rolling back as she squeezes my cock tighter than ever. “Then I’m gonna fill you up with my come.”
“Yes,” Her hips pump frantically against mine, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the restroom. “Shit, Zayne…” Her face tightens as she squeezes her eyes closed. “I’m coming….”
Shrill moans and screams pour out of her. I can barely hold on, especially when she clamps around my dick so hard that I nearly blow my load like an overexcited teenage boy.
I keep thrusting as she shakes and moans incoherent words. Fuck, I’ve never seen her act like this.
“That’s right, minx.” My thrusts pick up as I snap my hips, going deep until I bottom out. “That was an explosive orgasm. Who made you come harder than you ever have before?”
A shit-eating grin is on her face. “My vibrator… ahhh.”
I’m pounding into her, making her lose all control. Goddamn little liar. I’ll outperform her vibrator any day of the week.
The exposed skin of her body flushes as her body shakes again, ripe for another orgasm. My hands tighten around her hips, holding her up.
“Be a good fucking girl and come for me again.” I give her a wolfish smile. “Then I’ll fill your tight pussy so full of come, it will leak out of you for a week.”
Her walls grip me like a vise, and I groan, cursing loudly. She moans my name before she shudders, her body quivering before going slack. But I have her firmly in my grip, not letting her fall.
My body is covered in sweat as I pump in and out of her a few more times before that familiar tingle curls my spine. I shove myself deep, spilling rope after rope of my come inside her. I come so hard and long that my vision blackens at the edges before clearing.
Our rapid breathing fills the tiny bathroom. I slump against her back, waiting for my bodily functions to return to normal.
When they do, reality intrudes upon my brain.
All the pain comes back, washing over me. It physically makes me ill as I relive the scene on the beach all over again. I reached for her during my weakest moment, but she coldly turned her back on me and left me lying there.
The following days, I ached so damn bad, it was worse than when I was bullied. There were times I thought about ending things. I contemplated how many pain pills I’d need to take so I’d go to sleep and never wake up. Had my worthless brother not been in rehab for drugs, putting my parents through the wringer, I may have done it.
No. Grabbing the base of my cock, I pull out and step back.
I don’t look at Delaney as I hurriedly tuck myself back into my shorts. I can’t go through that anguish again. My heart can’t take it.
“Holy hell, Zayne. That?—”
I drown out her words as I stiffly turn toward the door. Kicking her flip-flops out of the way, my hand shakes slightly as I unlock it.
“Zayne.” I hear the pain and confusion in her tone, but I don’t turn around.
I can’t let her destroy me again, leaving nothing but a broken shell.
Now that I’ve had her, I know all too well how high she made me fly, only to leave me lying in pieces on the ground.
Whipping the door open, I suck in air. I’ve gotta get out of here.
I can’t make sense of her words as I stumble away. I hear her yelling my name as I take off running, desperate to make it to my truck to try and escape the swirling thoughts inside my head. The one person I counted on failed me when I needed her the most.
Tears fill my eyes as my feet pound over the trail. My breaths are shallow as I run, trying to escape the pounding of my heart that still beats for her.
I’m too weak .
Despite all the pain she’s caused, I’m doomed to repeat my mistakes.
My heart can’t tell her no.