My gaze shifted to Zayne and he winked at me. “Come with me, baby girl.” He pressed down on my clit and my body shattered, pleasure dragging deep inside me, flooding up and outwards as my orgasm ripped through me, engulfing my trembling body. He followed a second later and every nerve in me turned liquid fire. Waves of bliss crashing through every bone as he emptied himself in me. “Fuck,” he cursed, and I could feel his body shuddering against mine.
I was still shaking as Salvatore moved my head up and onto the bed. My body numb with exhaustion and the overwhelming desire for release sated, my eyes closed. I felt my body being lifted, my legs spread before something soft and warm caressed my aching flesh. Then cool sheets covered my heated skin and I felt the dip of the mattress on either side of me but I lacked the energy to lift my head and sank into oblivion.
67
Zayne (38 years)
After what happened between the three of us last night, I expected a warmer attitude from Gianna. No dice. She merely went about getting herself ready like we were invisible. Salvatore was his usual brand of arrogance. He’d lost a couple of his men at the compound and when the rest arrived to meet us, we drove in silence to the airport.
Now, we sat in the plane descending into Chicago and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be invited back to the castle. “Why did you keep my son away from me, Ria?” She was seated across from me and her head snapped up, surprised lending her cheeks a distinct pink.
Salvatore, seated next to her, glanced at her then me. I waited for him to say something, anything. Nothing. He went back to looking at his phone.
“How did you know I had a son?” she asked.
Annoyed, I gritted my teeth. “Answer the fucking question.”
Salvatore’s gaze snapped back to me. “Talk to her like that again and you’ll be flying home, just not in the plane,” he warned.
I grinned. “I’d like to see you try.” My gun slipped out a second before his and my brow lifted. “I’m not one of you pussy soldiers, Salvatore. I don’t follow orders and Iwilltalk to my wife how the fuck I want until she tells me what I want to know.”
“You two are acting like kids.” Ria shook her head and we holstered our weapons. “He’s not yours, Zayne,” she added, earning a shocked look from Salvatore.
“Salvatore looks just as shocked as I do, Ria, is it his?” I snorted, insinuation thick in my words.
“Fuck you, Zayne,” she retaliated quickly. “Why the surprise anyway, you have a child with the Malik girl and that was news to me. I thought she was just a friend.”
That knocked me so far off my seat, I would’ve landed before the plane did. “What fucking child?”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, Cassius seemed to think you were Maddox’s father.”
“Maddox?” I frowned trying to remember before it clicked. “As in the child, I helped Jaz to get back from the man calling himself your father?” I snorted. “Isn’t that an unfuckingbelievable coincidence? And of course, you’d believe that prick over me. First, you railroad me into believing you’re Ria Singh then you disappear on me, no forward address and turn up as Gianna Mancini then I find out you’re actually Gianna Salvatore who wanted to fuck me just for the night in return for a child I was helping a friend find. Next comes a son, that has my fucking DNA, and now this shit, what am I missing,” I ground out.
“What are you talking about? What DNA?” she shouted.
“Would you two calm the fuck down and discuss this like rational fucking adults,” Salvatore warned like this wasn’t his mess either. “There must be a fucking problem somewhere, just find the damn shit.”
