***LONDON’S POV***
I know I am spilling out too much and it isn’t even being an hour yet. I wonder what we will discuss before the end of the evening.
I finish downing the rest of my beer and grab the third bottle for the evening. I take a sip from the bottle, not eager to let it finish so soon.
“So, I scare you, then. I promise to do my best not to scare you,” I hear Zane’s promises as he lifts his hand to his chest and crosses it as if binding to his promise.
“Come on, Zane, that is not what I mean,” I cry out snorting.
Zane shakes his head, refusing to listen to me.
“That is alright, little girl, I get it, for real, and I am not angry that you were being honest with me. Does that count as anything to you?” he questions, turning his head to look at me.
I nod the slightest bit, it was impossible to even notice it unless you had your eyes perched against my face.
“Did you take my clothes off?” I ask, noting that I wasn’t in the clothes Michael had given me to sleep in last night.
I wasn’t even in the ones I had woken up to earlier. Zane finds pleasure in tearing my outfits off my body. He has no restraint to wait a minute or two for us to get naked.
The beast.
“Yes, London, I did. I tore the clothes off your body. I hate seeing you in other men’s clothes,” he says, his tone drawing dark a little bit.
I hate to admit it but Zane’s possessiveness makes me wet, I love to at it that he turns me on, but right now, I don’t dare say it out loud.
“You don’t mean it,” I grit out.
“I do. If I could have you naked like this and close to me every day for the rest of my life, I would make that happen,” Zane blurts out.
“Come on, you can’t be joking, you have to work,” I let out sighing as if not even believing my words.
The grimace that plays across Zane’s face is somehow flirting, I almost want to scream at him, I want to tell him off now, but I squeeze my thighs together, hoping I don’t come off as seductive.
Zane pulls me to his side and his thumb runs through my chin, it makes me blush. Heat caresses my skin as I look at him with doe eyes.
“Work, little human? I have enough money to last five generations after me,” Zane lets out.
“Then why would you claim what Micah owes you if it is literally a raindrop to your pile of money?” I ask confusingly.
Zane chuckles, the sound is like silk to my ears, I like it.
“Because it brought me to you,” Zane says and crashes his lips against mine.
The kiss is sensual, not the hungry and feasted ones he gives me before ravishing me, no, this one is like he means he loves me. Or no, he has feelings for me.
I can not be too sure of course, thus, why I relax against his touch and let his hands roam over me.
When Zane pulls away, I see this longing in his eyes, I want to ask about it, but I just shut up, it is a lot for me to contain for real.
“We were still having a conversation,” I say, licking my lips.
I watch how Zane looks at me keenly, his eyes roaming so how I move my tongue around my lips in a sensual manner. I guess he loves it when I tease him because I love being a little tease, at least, until he gets to punish me for it.
“Come on now, what do you want to ask?”
I know this is my sign to hit the big questions, I know I should hit the nail on the head, but I calm down just as I am about to spill my guts out.
Threading with Zane is crazy, if I don’t take it gently, then, he will go feral like a beast. I don’t stand the chance of fighting him, not protecting myself against him.
I manage to clear the dust from my head as I speak out to him, hoping that the words are clear enough because I rumble out the words as I speak.
“Did you hurt Michael?” I ask my eye-locking on Zane’s face.
He doesn’t owe me a reply, but at least, he can be honest with me.
“No. I asked my men to leave him when they said Jesse had punched your head and you were having a panic attack,”
I sober immediately at the sound of that. Although I am still shocked, I can’t believe those scary men are working for Zane.
“What? What did you do to him yet?”
I watch Zane silently for a reaction, he doesn’t quickly show one off, but he gives me an unexpected reply.
“Nothing, baby. He isn’t forgotten though, I will have a small word with him later,” he finishes.
“You mean you will hit him later? Or… You know, the dungeon?” I snarl, small of that anger that had left me with a dizzy fuck return into the game again.
This isn’t my safe place, I shouldn’t even think about it. The truth is that I cannot help myself from it.
“Shut up, London. I would kill him with just an order, but he isn’t a danger to you, is he?” Zane queries and anger flares up and my nostrils widen.
“Stop, Zane. Mike was good to me. He treated me like a worthy guest, I loved it at his place,”
The groan Zane releases is audible, I fear it would terrify me but to my surprise, I love it.
“Did you both get intimate?”
I know this is my cue to stop, but I tease Zane just to drive him crazy.
“If he did, how will you know?” I demand and chuckle.