My head automatically turned toward the source of the noise, her slick dripping from my parted lips.
The two men stood in the doorframe – Joey’s expression changed like he went through all five stages of grief at once while Raphael clutched his chest in agony.
I was too shocked to speak.
Not Zafyra.
“Can’t you see we’re busy?” She glared at the door before giving another firm tug on my hair. “I don’t recall telling you to stop.”
I should feel ashamed. Humiliated. But instead, I burst out in uncontrollable giggling.
The door slammed shut, followed by footsteps rushing off.
Zafyra threw her head back with a groan – and I just stared at her, wide-eyed, drinking in every movement like a divine blessing.
“What are you waiting for?” She threw her head back with a raised eyebrow. I nodded quickly, rushing to bury my head in her pussy again. Cold slick filled my mouth while I let her moans and soft commands guide me to her orgasm.
She came with a soft cry, pulling my hair and squeezing her thighs so hard, my world started spinning – and I kept fucking her through it, pressing my tongue deeper into her to feel her clench around it. I wanted to drown in her.
She roughly yanked me up by my hair, then pulled me onto her lap with surprising gentleness. She took me into her arms as if I were her most prized possession and kissed me so softly, it brought tears to my eyes. Pleasure radiated from her in waves as if her orgasm was my own, leaving me in peaceful bliss. For a moment, I wanted nothing more than to let go, ease into her surprisingly soft embrace and relish the haze that reduced my thoughts to nothing but background noise. I was almost ready to forgive her for everything.
Almost.
Eating her out calmed my nerves in a way I had never experienced, but as the high faded, the cold hard truth returned. She was still a murderer. She had still tried to kill my best friend.
“You’re mine,” she growled into my ear – those two words so possessive, so certain, it sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
And yet, I pulled away slightly to meet her gaze, glassy from her orgasm.
I scoffed. “I’m not.”
“Excuse me?” She blinked slowly as if unsure she’d heard it right.
“I’m not yours,” I repeated. “I’m my own person.”
Zafyra started to laugh, disbelief darkening her eyes. “Do you need another reminder of who you belong to?”
“No, I think you do.” I wiggled myself free from her grip and took an unsteady step back. “I made you come because I was horny, not because you own me. I’m still mad at you.”
“Are you being serious right now?” I’d never seen her this dumbfounded when she slowly got up from the chair.
“Yes.” I crossed my arms – heat rose in my core, and for a moment, I wanted to drop to my knees again – but my determination won from my need. “You almost killed my best friend. You can’t just come into my world and demand my attention, my love, my forgiveness. I want an apology.”
Her jaw dropped – a sight that would’ve been funny, adorable even, if I weren’t so pissed off. “I have nothing to apologize for.”
“Fine.” I turned sharply. “I’m leaving then.”
A laugh behind me – too high-pitched, panicked, almost. “You wouldn’t.”
I walked to the door without another word. Put my hand on the doorknob. Slightly turned to look at her from the corner of my eye.
The smugness had left her face as she stood there, staring at me like she didn’t know what to do with herself. “You think you can live without me?”
“I know I can,” I snapped. “I had a life before you, and I still have one now. I have friends, family, a job, hobbies and interests. You should try it.”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her response. None came.
I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me. My heartbeat was louder than the bang as I rushed off before I could change my mind.
