The man who would paint the world red for me becomes melted butter in my hands, and I love it.
With the quickening pace, I find I’m sprinting to the finish line. Lifting my hips, I meet him thrust for thrust. We’re two crazed lovers clawing at one another’s hearts until they’re a bloody mess. Who will bleed the most?
Swiveling his hips, Zane makes it impossible for me to think, or form any coherent thought as the tip of his cock grazes a spot so pleasurable inside of me, I nearly come undone in a second.
“I need you to come. I need to feel you tighten around me, to have you suck the come right out of my cock…will you do that for me?”
I don’t know how he’s still able to talk. Every nerve ending on my body is electrified, and like sticking a fork into a light socket, the pleasure zings through me, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed. The gates of pleasure open, and suddenly I’m suffocating, drowning, and damn, would it be the perfect way to go.
“Oh fuck…” Zane growls, wrapping his arms around my back, holding me close to him as he continues to thrust into me while my body tries to push him out. A few more thrusts and he meets his own wave of pleasure, exploding deep inside of me, painting the walls of my womb with his sticky release.
Zane collapses against me, his arms still wrapped around mine. Our chests heave as we try and catch our breaths. Our hearts beat in sync, threatening to come out of our chests.
Sweat covers our bodies, and as the intense orgasm dissipates, everything I pushed to the back of my mind comes barreling to the front. Closing my eyes, I try and push the thoughts away.
Please, not today… I just need one day.
After a while, Zane rolls off of me. He nuzzles his nose against mine and presses a kiss to my forehead so gently I almost don’t feel it. It’s a stark reminder of how different he can be. How the same hands that bring death to many, also bring me immense pleasure.
“I know the last thing you want right now is to talk about the elephant in the room, but there isn’t any way around this. We need to talk about Matteo being your father, and about how we are going to get out of here.”
Forcing my heavy eyes open, I find that Zane is sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over my body. There is a frantic look hidden in those depths, almost as if he thinks I’m going to disappear on him again.
“How did you get him to help you?”
“Let’s just say, I’m indebted to the Castro family for a little while.”
Frowning, I reach for his hand and interlace our fingers. “What do you mean, indebted?”
Zane’s lip curls in disgust, but I know his anger and feelings aren’t directed at me. “It means I do as your new-found father says until otherwise.”
His response is like a slap in the face back to reality. Yes, Zane wouldn’t have been able to get to me without Matteo’s help, I realize that, but the last thing I want is for him to be stuck in this world, for both of us to be stuck here. I don’t want to be a pawn to anyone, and I want even less for Zane to be.
Shaking my head, I try to process all the information I’ve learned about today. I have so many questions, so many things I need to know, but my brain is exhausted. All of this has been so tiring…finding out Matteo is my father. I don’t know him.
The only thing I’m sure of when it comes to him is that he’s evil. The aura he gives off tells me so. I doubt there is a merciful bone in his body. I remember what Xander whispered in my ear before he let me go.
“Don’t trust Matteo.”
Even without Xander’s warning, I wouldn’t trust him. It’s just another confirmation for me not to do so. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m naive to the dark world I’ve been thrust into, but I’m not stupid. A man like Matteo, like Xander, they’re willing to step on anyone that gets in their way, and that includes me. Just because Xander didn’t treat me like a true captive, doesn’t mean the next time we cross paths, he won’t draw blood.