Semua Bab Daddy Zane: Bab 81 - Bab 90

***LONDON'S POV***I don't know why I freak out but when I know all about the details that happened back in Montana and how our honeymoon was cut abruptly because of the little decisions I made, I breathe in hard, catching myself just in time to open the door and peep outside. A maid was there with a trolley of food, I didn't want her inside the bedroom so, I took it from her, a polite thank you for leaving my lips. Zane helped me to bring the trays onto the bed and I tried hard to ignore the electric sensation my body filled whenever our bodies made contact. "London, I didn't mean it like that, I am sorry," Zane blurts out. "We should just eat, okay? Let us forget about this, I am famished, and you need to rest," I murmur, fidgeting like a fool. Zane just nods his head and slides across from me, the chair separating us. He snickers a little before grabbing me by the waist and bringing me farther. "I want the toast and hams, please," I murmur, a polite smile cros

***ZANE'S POV***I know my wife is up to something. I just don't know what it is because when she walked up to me just an hour before dinner, she had this pained look on her face. "Daddy?" she calls out sliding on my thighs and hooking my hand around my neck. "Yes, baby girl, fix those creases on your forehead for me, would you?" I demand warmly. London forces a fake smile before she takes in a deep breath, releasing it almost immediately. "Why are we here?" she asks. I look at her curiously and she shudders beneath me before composing herself and addressing her question once more. "I mean, you just took me here from Montana, and we haven't had time to actually discuss about us..." she trails. I don't know where this conversation is coming from, but it sure as hell is going somewhere. Until I know where that is, leading her is the only option. "Is everything alright, Little Human? You don't feel comfortable here?" I question. "Hell no! That is not what I mean and

***ZANE'S POV***"Is there anyone you want dead, Zane? I run this territory, if any son of a bitch is a problem to you, I can find a good way to put a bullet between their eyes," Don Russell says.I chuckle lightly. The sound was butter, it was the sound of a man who was contemplating murder. I don't know the number of times I have to make it plain to London not to give advances at men, or to indulge them, but fuck that, it seems like my little girl has a magnet for trouble. Oh! And a hot lot. But Michael Logan, I swear, that was the last name I expected to hear when I picked up that phone call earlier. "There is nothing I can't handle, Russell," I tell him. "Your wife," Rio says. I shoot him a deadly glare and he throws his hands in the air as if trying to placate me. After I had locked London in my bedroom, I made sure to position two guards in front of the door, there was no way my treacherous wife was leaving me for whatever means. Russell had called us

***LONDON'S POV***I do not know how long I had been passed out but when I flick my eyes open, I hear a few nurses talking to the doctor. "Please, can I get some water?" I manage to ask.The people in the room all look surprised before a red-haired nurse walks up to the side of the bed, holding out a bottle of water for me to drink. Good thing there was a straw on it. "Slowly. You still haven't recovered all of your strengths," she says, a polite smile tainting her kids. I nod, hating how my head hurts at that small encounter. "Where am I?" I ask after the nurse steps back away from me. "Do you remember anything from your accident?" The doctor's voice calls out. My brain had a small fog in it, it made it have to think, but looking at myself, I looked beaten up. "Not really," I force my brain to think. From the blurred vision I had, I knew my eyes were half closed. I hated it, but still, what could I do? "Hmm! You need to rest, your brain needs time to relax,

***ZANE'S POV***I love seeing London take my every word I give her, doing as I say. But she only becomes submissive in bed. Once we are done and she has cum, she becomes a brat again. I bet if I change the games and make her work for her orgasm, maybe she will learn the lesson then. As she positions herself on the bed, I see her pretty pink pussy exposed, it glistens with her juices on it and I know I am a goner if I don't taste that. Sliding between her legs, I order, "Sit on my face, baby girl! I want to eat you out," London gasps audibly, staring down at me with uncertainty. "I don't want to choke you," she says concern filled in her voice. "You think you can manage to do that, London? Now, when I tell you to sit on my face, I don't expect you to argue, I expect you to obey," I say. "Yes, Zane," she replies and lowers her pussy to my face. "Too fucking slow," I groan lightly as I grab her waist and pull her all the way down to my face.London gasps and I e