LOGINZANE I froze in the kitchen doorway, the plate of food still in my hand. What promise? Zayla’s words echoed in my head. She was standing there in that silk robe, her cheeks still flushed from last night, looking small but defiant as she stared Zarek down.Zarek, of course, looked completely unbothered. Like always.I stepped into the room, setting the plate on the counter with a little too much force. "Angel," I said, my voice light as my eyes locked on Zarek. "What promise?" The room was dead silent. Zayla's eyes widened as she looked at me, then Zarek. And over again. Surprised. Or maybe confused. Ziven who had left the room earlier, walked over in gentle strides, obviously curious to also hear whatever this promise was.Zarek didn't even blink. Rather, he took another slow sip of his coffee, his silver eyes meeting mine calmly. "Nothing that concerns you," he said flatly, slightly tilting his head to look at Ziven. "Including you." Bullshit. I walked over to Zayla, sl
ZAYLAI woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth and the faint scent of sex and cologne.My body ached in the best and worst ways. My thighs were sore, and my pussy was tender. There were faint bruises on my hips from fingers gripping too hard, and a dull throb in my throat that reminded me of the way they had held me there. It was anything but gentle. Possessive rather. I was in my own bed.Someone had carried me here after I passed out. The sheets were soft and clean, but my skin still smelled like them.I shifted slightly and winced. Oh Godd, my entire body felt sore. I sat up carefully, pulling the sheet around my naked body. Every movement reminded me of last night. From Zane’s relentless thrusts, to Ziven’s filthy words, both of them stretching me open at the same time until I couldn’t think.I blushed hard just remembering it.I brushed my teeth, then washed up afterwards. I returned and slipped on a silk robe and padded barefoot toward the living room. I could hear quiet voices f
ZAYLA Ziven’s grip tightened in my hair as he fucked my mouth deeper, his thick cock sliding over my tongue.“Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, his voice rough. “Swallow every drop like the greedy cumslut you are.”Zane kept pounding into me from behind, his cock stretching my pussy relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing loudly.Ziven suddenly thrust deep, holding my head still as his cock pulsed. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth. It was salty, slightly bitter, with a musky taste that made my eyes water. I moaned around him, struggling to swallow as he kept pumping, filling my mouth until it overflowed slightly from the corners of my lips.I looked at him through my wet lashes, to see his face and expression. His brows were deeply creased, eyes so dark and molten.“Swallow it,” he commanded, his voice dark. “All of it.”I swallowed, gulping hard, the thick warmth sliding down my throat. The taste lingered, heavy and masculine. My face burned with humiliatio
ZAYLAZiven pulled back, making me instantly miss the loss of his hot breath on my pussy. His fingers followed, leaving me empty and throbbing uncontrollably. I hissed at the loss. His eyes traveled down to my swollen, aching pussy, admiring the mess he’d made of me. The intensity in his expression sent heat straight to my core, and I clenched. He chuckled sinfully, his gaze gleaming with satisfaction. Just then, Zane stood up, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he looked down at my spread, dripping pussy. He stroked his cock slowly and my breath caught. I’d seen Zarek's and Ziven's before, but Zane—Holy fuck. Could they be any more perfect?!Zane's is fucking huge! Thick, heavy, and rock-hard, the head flushed dark and already leaking with pre-cum. The shaft was long and veined, curving slightly upward, easily the thickest I’d ever seen. It looked almost too big.Ziven noticed my wide-eyed stare and chuckled darkly behind me.“Look at her face,” he said, now gripping my throat.
ZAYLA I whimpered, my walls clenching desperately around Zane’s fingers. The edge was so close I could taste it, but Zane kept his pace slow and cruel, curling just enough to keep me trembling without letting me fall.He kissed the corner of my mouth, his voice soft and coaxing. “That’s it, Angel. Just a little longer.”Ziven hissed. A low, guttural sound, and I realized he was done being patient. He moved, and in one swift motion, he pulled me back against his chest, away from Zane's fingers. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, my body protesting. "Enough teasing," he growled, his voice low and rough. "She's been a greedy little slut all night. First she teased me in the car, then she comes in here dripping like a desperate whore, begging us to make her forget." His words hit me like a slap, filthy, degrading, and so hot my knees almost buckled. Zane's smirk widened, enjoying every moment of it.Ziven spun me around to face him, one big hand gripping my jaw, forcing my eyes up to
ZAYLAJust immediately, the air in the room suddenly shifted. Zane’s eyes darkened, that familiar warm honey turning into something molten and hungry. He leaned in, his hand still cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing my lower lip like he was testing how far I’d let him go.Ziven didn't move at first. His jaw was locked so tight I could see his muscles jumping. The jealousy from the car ride was still burning in his gaze, raw and barely contained. Zane’s fingers slid down my neck and gently wrapped around the bruises Matteo had left. Just then, Ziven's control cracked, just a flicker.“Not too tight,” Zane murmured against my mouth, his voice low and soothing. “Just enough so you feel us instead of him.”Ziven made a rough sound in his throat. “This is fucked up.”Zane didn’t look away from me. “She said yes. You gonna stand there and watch, or are you going to help me make her forget?”Ziven’s eyes flicked to me. It was dark, conflicted, and hungry. Then he cursed under his breath an
ZAYLA"Archer's gone?" I hurried after Zane as he moved into the living room."Yes, Angel. He left earlier before you woke up." I sucked in a deep breath, and bit down on my lips. "Not even a goodbye? That's unfair, and he promised I was going to meet his sister." "You mean Raffealla?" He asked,
ZAYLA"what do you mean by that?" I asked, meeting his stare.He smiled. Playfully. And waved his hand. Brushing it off.I knew for the fact that he knows a lot about them, and that they trusted him. I decided to ask and ask. "You know them so well, don't you?" His brows are arched, amused yet co
ZAYLA I laid on the bed, my eyes still closed, the lids too heavy to open. When it finally opened, I dragged my gaze around the room like it was my first time here, too tired to move my body. Sleep still beckoned me, but despite the fogginess, I forced myself up. Propped against the bed board, my
ZAYLA I hate Ziven. God, I hate him so much! My legs wobbled as I made my way down the hallway that led to my room. My thighs were sticky from my slick and my core throbbed. Each shaky step was a reminder of his touch, how much power he had over me and how easily he could make me yield. A reminde







