~MAYA’S POV~
“Maya Archer, come down from your car if you don’t want me to drag you out of your car through this window.” He thundered. I pretended I hadn’t heard him at all. He doesn’t get to boss me around. I am not his pet! I sought to dodge him by rolling up my window. He doesn’t get to order me around. He gave me a sly grin and then glanced directly at me, instantly altering his demeanor.
“I said, get your ass down, Maya Archer.” He sounded like he was yelling, but his voice was hushed and measured. One of his bodyguards dashed to his side, carrying a bottle of The Dalmore 62 and a whisky glass. After placing the glass in Zion’s hand, the man began pouring the whisky into the glass for him. After that, take a step back. I am now left wondering if this is the kind of man I should be married to, too. I chuckled at myself, knowing that I was already married to him. He swirled his glass, not giving a second thought to who was looking at him. He downed the entire thing in one gulp and has since developed a lustful gaze toward me. He motioned his bodyguard to leave. The man went and stood at a distance. Zion’s gaze never strays from me. Still, his hand is pressing down on the window in front of me. He swiveled,
“You see, so far, all you have done is disrespect me ever since this marriage started. I swear to God, if you do not come out of this car this instant, you will regret it dearly. ” He said this in his deity tone, and I was still regaining my stance. He took a step backward from the car, his gaze fixed on me, challenging me. Then I soak my seat. Zion dragged me out of the car via the window and pressed my body against the car in a single fast movement. I yelled as he shoved his two fingers deep into my core, and I could feel his fingers digging into my core. He leaned in close and mashed his lips against mine. Even though I tried to shove him away, he was just too strong. Despite the repeated thrusting of his two hands into my core, I continued to pant nonstop, gasping for breath. My body was being overtaken by waves of pleasure, and I couldn’t keep it together any longer. Screaming his name as orgasms swept over my entire body, I let out an audible groan of pain. I shivered in his grip as he squeezed my neck. He realized me, and I looked around and noticed his bodyguards were looking away. I’m certain they witnessed what just transpired. This embarrassed me to no end. I turned my gaze to meet those of Zion. He was preoccupied with licking his index and middle fingers and glancing at me.
“Now, Mrs. Archer, are you going to listen to me, or are you going to challenge me once more?” As a result of my weakened legs, I was unable to maintain a stable position. I was still trying to catch my breath when I realized what had happened.
What kind of animal did I go and marry?
I glanced at him, attempting to speak, but he mashed his lips against mine and I gasped in response to the kiss. I swung him away.
“I-I-Will go with you,” I muttered, stuttering. He snatched my throat and pressed his lips against mine once more. Breathing was difficult because he was pressing so tight on my throat and kissing me. He broke the kiss and took his hand in mine and put me inside his car and drove off.
Just what kind of man did I marry? This man has no shame. He did all those things in front of his bodyguards and cars passing by. What if someone captured him shoving his fingers into my flesh? Oh my God, did my slurred tongue reach the ears of my bodyguards? Oh my God, someone needs to open the ground and swallow me whole.
I fixed my gaze on him. How can a man be this handsome and have a savage personality? When I considered what he had just done to me, a shudder ran down my spine. Does this imply that his bodyguards are accustomed to this type of behavior? Is my husband really a gigolo and also a businessman at the same time? In the presence of his employees, why would he do anything like that to me? I drew my gaze to his. He didn’t even bother to glance at me. He was concentrating on the road in front of him, not on his surroundings. But, all of a sudden, he spoke.
“Like what you see, Mrs. Archer?” Chris! She gets a hold of herself. What is it in his voice that causes my universe to spiral out of control? I crossed my legs because I was gushing, Father Lord, have mercy! “Wifey, are you dripping?” Heinous inferno! I flushed. I’m not sure what to hold: my thighs to keep the liquid from coating the seat, or my hot cheeks, or even my perky eager nipple!
“I will torture you, Mrs. Archer. You have made a huge mistake, and I will not stop until you beg for mercy. I’m going to feast myself on those perky pink breasts of yours, and you’re not going to do a damn thing about it.” Heck! My lips curled into a moan, and the bastard chuckled. He grabbed my lovely breast and forced my throat against the car seat without even taking off my dress. I screamed in frustration as another orgasm took over. He slammed the gas pedal and, as I screamed, he pushed his finger inside my clit and began pinching it. He took his hand away and concentrated on the road.
“Um-I-Um.” I was speechless. Rather than speaking, I moaned like a fool.
“Don’t worry, baby, you may coat the seat. I will fucken clean it with my tongue.” My eyes widened. It’s strange because I have the impression that this man knows me even more. I am so doomed that I regained my composure.
“Um-I’m sorry.” Finally, I was able to speak. I smiled, pleased with myself.
“For what?”
“Um-um-trying to run away.”
His attention briefly returned to me once he had started unbuckling his belt, but it quickly slipped away again, facing the road.
“You see, Maya Archer, that is not only your offense. Until you have apologized for all of your transgressions and have listed them all one by one. I’m going to let you go.”
Aaaaah! Holy fucken hell! Zion….
“Yea, I am the Zion you read about in the Book of God, baby!” He thundered.