And what did the motherfucker do?
Barely even looked at me before walking away. It was like he’d forgotten I was staying with him and me being there was an inconvenience.
Had he just asked me to stay so he could punish me? For a panicked second, I actually wondered if it was all some kind of sick publicity stunt tied to his new single and he was going to tell me I deserved it on camera or something. That couldn’t possibly be what was happening, but it just didn’t make sense.
Could he really still be this angry with me over something I’d done nine years ago?
I hammered on the bathroom door. “Open the door, you sonofabitch!”
He didn’t respond.
I stood there close to tears, wondering why I’d opened myself back up to this.
I knocked again and he still didn’t answer.
Fuck this.
He swung the bathroom door open and stood there completely naked and dripping wet, with his hands gripping the doorframe.
Holy. Fuck.
I wasn’t ready.
I hadn’t seen him naked since before andmother of God.He was six and a half feet of chiseled, tattooed, pierced perfection.
The first time I ever saw him I thought he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. The Zane standing before me was the sexiest man I’d ever seen.
He cocked a smug eyebrow. “Did you need something?”
The rage bubbled back up inside me, making it easier to think straight in the face ofthat.
“I didn’t stay for this. Why did you kidnap me and manipulate me into staying if you were just going to—”
He reached me in two strides and crushed his mouth to mine in a kiss that shut me the fuck up. With a hand on the back of my head, he slanted his lips over mine, then grasped my hair and pulled my head back.
“You want something else? Fucking ask for it.”
I panted, trying to reassemble the broken fragments of my anger so I could wear it as armor. I loved the games he played with degradation in the bedroom, but it crossed a line that day and I couldn’t just let him away with it.
“I’m not fucking you after the way you treated me today.”
He pushed me back towards the bed. “Are you planning tostopme?”
I swung my hand at him, but it was a feeble act of protest more than a slap. He caught my wrist easily and used it to spin me towards the bed, then he bent me over it and kicked my feet apart. I was still wearing the lingerie with so many straps it had taken me fifteen minutes to figure out how to put it on, and he hummed his approval, cupping my ass.
Oh God, yes. This.This is what I craved from him. His unbridled dominance. No hesitation, no asking for permission, fully in control.
I struggled against him, helpless to contain a moan at the feel of his bare skin against mine.
He put a hand on my back and pushed me back down on the bed. “If I didn’t need to grab a condom, I’d already be inside you. Youstay therewhile I get one.”
We’d both been tested since it was a prerequisite of booking any Key Club escort session. I had an IUD.
I twisted in his hold, taunting him. “Let me go and I’ll run.”
He folded himself over me, pinning my body to the mattress with his and grinding his cock against my entrance, teasing it in just a little.
“I’m going to sink into this tight pussy tonight. If you run, I’ll chase you, and it’ll be on you if I do it in the hallway or a lobby full of people.”
