Chapter 7: Mine to Ruin

ZANE’S POV

I opened the bathroom door like I was stepping onto the ice before a playoff game: calm surface, with murder intentions underneath.

Mother’s eyes narrowed the second she saw us. Lila was half a step behind me, her cheeks flushed crimson, her lips bitten hard, her dress wrinkled in all the right places. The scent of her pussy still clung to my fingers. I didn’t bother hiding the smirk.

“Zane,” Eleanor said, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Dinner has been waiting.”

“Sorry, Mother. Lila needed help finding the powder room,” I muttered, flashing a fake smile.

I slid my hand to the small of Lila’s back in a possessive and deliberate way and steered her past Eleanor before she could answer. My palm burned where it touched her, right above the spot where her juice was already sliding down her thighs.

We walked back into the dining room and every single head turned to our direction.

Ten pairs of eyes tracked us like wolves scenting blood. Forks hovered, conversations died. Ethan’s gaze went straight to my hand on her spine, then to her face, then to the faint teeth marks blooming on her neck that her hair couldn’t quite hide.

I pulled out the chair beside mine, the one that had been empty all night and pressed Lila into it. Right fucking next to me and in between me and Ethan.

“She needs a seat change,” I said, voice lazy. “I want to get to know my new auntiebetter.”

A ripple of nervous laughter echoed through the room. Ethan’s jaw ticked, but he stayed on her other side, trapped now between wanting to make a scene and knowing my father hated scenes.

Lila’s hands shook as she unfolded her napkin. I let mine fall to her bare knee under the tablecloth the second she sat.

She jolted like I’d shocked her.

I leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Be very still, auntie. I know you wouldn’t want anyone to hear how wet you still are.”

Her thighs clenched as a tiny, desperate sound caught in her throat.

Ethan reached for her left hand; the one with his gaudy diamond and squeezed hard enough that her knuckles went white. “Careful, darling,” he crooned, loud enough for the table. “You’re going to be my wife soon. And you should understand that wives don’t sit on their nephew’s lap at family dinners.”

I smiled, slow and sharp, and slid my hand higher up her thigh. My fingers found the sticky mess I’d left between her legs and traced it deliberately.

Lila bit her lip so hard I saw blood.

Victoria, never one to miss a show, leaned forward. “Speaking of wives… Mother, didn’t you say Sophia Lang was joining us tonight?”

Eleanor’s smile returned, triumphant. “She’ll be here for dessert. Zane, darling, we really must finalize things. The Lang merger depends on it.”

I pressed two fingers against Lila’s clit, circling it in a slow motion. She jerked, her fork clattering against her plate.

Every eye snapped to her.

She sat upright, forcing a smile as she muttered, “Sorry.”

“You’re clumsy,” I murmured, circling slowly. “Are you okay, auntie?”

Lila’s voice came out a broken whisper. “I’m fine.”

Ethan’s grip on her hand turned cruel. “She gets nervous,” he said, smirling at the table. “But she’ll learn. After the wedding she’ll be moving into my mother’s house, so she can learn how to be a good wife and take care of her. Good little wives take care of their husbands and their mothers-in-law. Don’t you, darling?”

He twisted her fingers until she made a tiny, pained sound.

Something black and vicious roared to life in my chest.

I leaned forward, voice perfectly pleasant. “Careful, Uncle. You’re talking about her like she’s some sort of bought commodity that you can toss around without her opinion.”

Silence. Thick, stunned, electric silence.

Ethan’s face went purple. “And what’s your business with how I talk to her?”

I ignored him as my fingers slipped from clit, sliding through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Lila’s thighs trembled so hard the tablecloth moved.

“Zane,” my father growled from the head of the table, “you shouldn’t be concerned about your uncle’s marriage. You should be concerned about yours.”

“I’m not marrying Sophia,” I said, never looking away from Lila’s wide, panicked hazel eyes. “Not now. Not ever.”

I pushed one finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, and felt her clench like she was trying to pull me deeper.

“Mmmhhmm…” a soft, involuntary moan slipped out before she could stop it.

Half the table heard.

Ethan surged to his feet. “What the fuck is—”

“Sit down,” I said quietly.

He sat, obediently, knowing fully well that his assurance of working at the company lies on my hands.

I added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling just right. Lila’s head fell forward, auburn hair hiding her face, but I saw the tears dripping onto her lap.

“Zane,” she breathed, so low only I could hear, “please stop.”

I leaned in again, lips against her ear. “Say it louder, baby. Tell the whole table how my fingers feel inside your pussy right now.”

She shook her head frantically, another broken moan escaping as I scissored my fingers.

Ethan’s hand clamped around her wrist like a shackle. “Back to my marriage plans,” he hissed loud enough for the entire family to hear. “The wedding preparations will be handled by my mother, including the wedding dress. All you have to do is to show up whenever you’re called.”

I saw red.

I pulled my fingers out of her only long enough to reach across and grab Ethan’s wrist hard. Bones creaked under my grip.

“It’s her wedding too, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice deadly calm. “So why can’t she make decisions concerning her own happy day?”

Ethan tried to yank free but I squeezed until he went white.

Lila was openly crying now, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, but her hips were rocking against my hand, chasing the pressure I’d taken away.

I slid back inside her, three fingers this time, stretching her wide, thumb smashing her clit in tight circles.

She shattered.

It was quiet, but I felt every second of it: her pussy clamping down, her thighs locking, her breath hitching in tiny, desperate sobs she tried to swallow. I kept stroking, drawing it out until she sagged against my shoulder, wrecked and shaking.

The entire table stared. Some in horror while some in fascination. My mother looked like she was calculating how many ways she could murder me before dessert.

I lifted my hand from under the table, brought my glistening fingers to my mouth, and licked them clean, slow, deliberate, staring straight at Ethan.

“Mmmhnn…” Lila made a broken sound and buried her face in her hands.

I leaned back in my chair, satisfied, and smiled at the room.

“Dessert?” I asked pleasantly.

No one moved, they all stared like they’d just seen pornography being displayed in real life.

Ethan’s voice shook with rage. “You just—”

I leaned in closely towards him as I whispered for only him to hear. “I just finger-fucked my uncle’s fiancée at the family table. Keep up, uncle.”