Masuk"Look at you," he growls, his voice dropping into a low rumble as his hand snakes around my waist to pull my spine into a sharp curve so he can drive even deeper. "You're taking every single inch of me right now, and you love exactly how big I am inside your tight little pussy, don't you, Avery?""Yes... oh god, Zane, yes," I sob into the fabric of the pillow, my head tossing from side to side because he’s becoming more intense for my mind to handle.He reaches around my body while he continues to pump into me, his large, rough palms grabbing my breasts and squeezing my tits hard, his thumbs pinching my tight nipples until a sharp line of pleasure shoots straight down to my stomach.“Goddd… Zane…, Zane,” I rasp, quietly.This is too much, but I want more. I want more….His cock slides in and out of my cunt while my inside clenched tightly around him. The rough pressure of his hands on my chest makes my head spin, he isn't being gentle at all. It’s almost like he wants to completely er
I stand by the edge of the drawing room, my fingers wrapped so tightly around a glass of that my knuckles are completely white. Across the room, the family is gathered under the heavy chandelier, their voices rising and falling in the course of their conversations. Talks that makes my head bangs.My father-in-law is gesturing with his cigar, talking about the some shares of the family corporation, while Sam nods along, checking his phone every few seconds to look at whatever he’s looking at. Marie is sitting on the sofa next to her mother-in-law, politely laughing at a story about a charity gala that I didn’t even bother to listen to.It is all so meaningless, nonsense talks of corporate matters and family small talk that feels like a prison, especially when I can feel Zane’s eyes burning into the side of my face from his spot near the fireplace.He isn't joining the conversation. He is just leaning his broad shoulders against the dark wood of the mantleshelf, a glass of bourbon in hi
He doesn’t even let me recover from my shock before he slips inside and slam the door shut."Zane, what are you doing? Get out." The words crawl out of my throat, thin and cracked with a panic.He doesn’t say anything. He just steps into my space, his massive hands wrapping around my waist, his thumbs digging hard into my sides as he shoves me backward. The solid wood of the door hits my spine, shaking the breath right out of my lungs. He leans his entire weight forward, caging me completely, his broad arms blocking out the rest of the room. I’m trapped. There’s nowhere to look, nowhere to breathe except right into his collarbone. The scent of him, wood, sharp leather, and hot skin, fills my nose, making my head spin so fast the floor feels uneven beneath my feet."Stop," I stammer, my palms flattening against his chest, trying to find some leverage to push him back. My fingers catch on the rough cotton of his shirt. "You have to stop. Someone might hear.""You're a liar, Avery." The
I step out of the car, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the ground at my feet. I slam the door shut, the is sound loud in the open air. I can feel him standing on the porch, but I refuse to look up. I pull my shoulders back and try to smooth my features into a neutral, polite one. I cannot let him see that the mere sight of him, looking so effortlessly good in his usual casual dark shirt and trousers, is turning my insides to water.I grab my small bag from the passenger seat, wrapping my fingers around the leather strap until my knuckles turn white."What happened to a polite hello, or a good morning?" his voice rumbles from the steps. It’s low, carrying easily across the short distance, and it makes my breath catch in my throat.I swallow hard, forcing my feet to move toward the porch. I look at the stone pillars, at the front door, at the trees, everywhere but at him. "Good morning, Zane," I mutter. My voice sounds tight, forced, but it’s the best I can do.I walk up the steps, very
The sound of the front door unlocking makes me jump out of the chair like I’ve been burned. I don’t even realize I was holding my breath until I hear the heavy click of the door. Marcus is home.I smooth my hands over my thighs, trying to calm the racing sound of my heart. I’m wearing a flimsy silk nightie, a deep emerald green that barely covers my body. It stops just below the curve of my ass, and I know exactly how I look in it, my breast spilling out of the lace at the top, my skin still flushed from the long hours I’ve spent pacing the floor. I didn’t put anything on underneath. I couldn’t stand the feeling of fabric against the raw, swollen sensitivity Zane left behind.Even now, I can feel the heat of what happened earlier. My pussy is soaked, a constant ache that makes every step feel like a chore. It’s so much that I can feel the slickness sliding down my inner thighs, a warm reminder of a betrayal I should be scrubbing away instead of celebrating."Marcus!" I say, my voice s
The aftershocks of my climax are still buzzing through my legs when I feel his hands tighten. He doesn't let me linger in the softness. Zane grips my waist and lifts me off his lap in one smooth, powerful move. I feel his cock slide out of me, and the sudden absence of that heat leaves me feeling empty and cold, like a vital organ has been ripped out.He drops me onto the bed. I hit the duvet with a soft sound, and before I can even catch my breath, he’s grabbing my hips and hauling me toward the edge. He maneuvers me until I’m on all fours, my head hanging low and my ass tilted up high, right in his line of sight. I’m trembling, my palms pressing into the mattress, my hair shielding my face as I stare down at the shattered sheets.I hear the sound of him stepping closer. The air behind me gets hot. He wraps one hand around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip bone so hard it’ll leave a mark, while his other hand grips his cock."You like that, don't you?" he rumbles, his voice a







