***ZANE’S POV***
I know London is lying to me but I cannot prove it. She has grown a loud tendency to do that a lot.
I can not afford my woman lying to me. It means she can equally trade information about me to my enemy, and pull me downward. I hate the thought of that in my own head.
As I patrol the rooms on the third floor of the mansion, they seem normal to me, and I sigh, going back to my room to sulk.
I spent the next three hours in my room, working on my desk on some files about the club. It doesn’t stop the fact that I hear the music blazing the speakers downstairs.
My men are having a party and London is in their midst. I know I can’t go there and throw them out because they are being nice to the woman I was being a prick to.
It is not my fault, I am used to being aggressive and not tender, but London just knows how to turn all those gentle sides of mine into mush. It kind of turns me on though, it makes my heart lunch with love.
Love. That is a new one.
I need to keep reminding myself that this heart of mine is not meant to love but that is a freaking lie. A loud one that has spikes shooting out of it. I have a lot of feelings for London. I go downstairs around eleven p. m. and a drunk London is pouring whiskey into Sinner’s mouth.
Yeah, that was my cue to send them home. I walk towards them and swirl my arm around London’s small waist, it fits so perfectly and I pull her away from Sinner, growling like a wild beast at him.
“Turn off the damn music,” I tell out against the blazing sound and I see movements from the corner of my eyes.
Reaper turns off the music as they all stare at me. London starts fighting me.
“Let me go, you old grumpy bear,” she bawls out hitting me with her fists.
“No. How many drinks did you guys give her?” I ask the anger evident in my voice.
“I haven’t had even up to ten shots,” she says still fighting me.
The men are calm, but they all seem to disagree with London’s words. They only turned me mad.
“Party is over now. Work starts tomorrow. Thank you all for stopping by, now, goodnight, I need to rest,” I spit out as I look at the door.
They don’t argue with me this time but Reaper speaks out on his way out of the door.
“Don’t punish the woman again, Boss. She is a ball of pain and spending tonight with her made us so overprotective of her. The earlier you see that for yourself the better it will be for us all,” he says anger pouring through his entire being.
I know this is my cue to not press on what he said but if he says London is a ball of pain, I really should stop picking on her.
“Good night guys. Take care of the club and other things,” I mouth out, my tone isn’t sharp anymore, but soft.
They know I will take what they just said into consideration, it is just a matter of time before they see me practicing it.
Huffing gently, I lock the doors before carrying London to my room. She is light but she reeks of alcohol. When I touch her, she purrs warmly.
She had fallen asleep by the time I had closed the door and gotten her to my bed. As I place her on the bed, she catches my neck before I can let her go.
“Hey, little girl, sleep okay, huh? Daddy will be here when you wake up,” I mutter sweetly at her.
“Don’t go, please,” London begs.
I look at her face, she might be sleep talking but she knows I am here and she feels comfortable with me by her side.
When I hesitate, she peels her hands from my grasp and circles my neck with them. Slowly, she kisses my lips and I breathe in alcohol. She tastes of it as well.
I break the kiss.
“I don’t want to take advantage of you when you are asleep, baby, good night,” I murmur as I take off her slippers from her feet.
When I pull her shorts off, she pulls her hips upward, as if begging for friction.
I look at her face and London’s warm blue eyes are on my face. She looks dreamy, but I know she is there, she is staring at me of course. I don’t know if it is a daze or just that window space in her head where she knows I am here.
“Daddy? Make love to me please,” she begs as her fingers find her clit and start rubbing.
I pull her hand away from clit and put it above her head.
“My little kitty wants to get naughty, doesn’t she? I don’t know how much sanity you have left but I wouldn’t slip my cock in your wet pussy when you are in a daze and unsure of what you are saying but I can tell you that I will give you a few orgasms to make you feel well,” I let out.
I put my palms over London’s warm pussy and feel it pulsating around my hand, it makes me feel good, she bucks her hips from the bed but I free her hands in order to use it and capture her waist with it, pinning her to the bed.
“Mine,” I mouth out as I suck her wet pussy in my mouth, sucking it all together.
“Holy fuck, more, Zane,” she shouts as she digs her nails into my hair.
“I love that,” she says as I continue sucking on her juices.
When she pulls on my strands of hair a little harder, I feel like I would go bald before I even make her come.
“Little human, if you don’t want us to go to bed unsatisfied you better keep your fingers wrapped around that headboard,” I muse out.
London purrs, for a second, I would have thought she was a needy little cat, but she does obey me.
“Good girl,” I reward her with little kisses around her pussy lips, I lick her all the way to her puckered hole and then back.
I still haven’t taken her there. There will be plenty of time to do that. Not now of course, but soon. She will be begging me to fuck her there and I would gladly do it.
I push two fingers into London’s pussy and she recoils in herself before pushing her hips out, opening her mouth and forming an ‘o’ sound with it.
I love making my woman moan with pleasure. I think my next goal is to punish her with as many orgasms as she can get before letting her go.
I push that thought to the back of my mind as I push in my fingers, slowly into her tight pussy and out.
London’s legs are now shaking, I know she would soon cum so I don’t hold her back, I make her chase that edge of her pleasure and when she falls from it, I lap at her sweet salty juices, sucking her clean.
“Mine,” I bite out against her lips.
As I walk to the bathroom to wipe my hands, I suck it off clean first. I will never pass out an opportunity to keep tasting London.
When I return to the room with a damp towel, I am not surprised to find London sleeping, soft snores coming out of her mouth. She is so sweet, it makes my heart warm even more.
Crazy, I know, but I stand there for at least five minutes just admiring London’s beauty. When I recover from my short pause, I clean her body before discarding the towel in the corner.
I slip into bed beside London and spoon her.
I make sure she can’t leave when I am still asleep, I hold her so tightly that I hard to remember to breathe, if not, I risk hurting her in the process.
**
***LONDON’S POV***
I wake up the next morning with my hand over my head, a sharp pain over my head.
I can’t remember most of the things that happened but I am naked. I frown fiercely before memories start coming back to my mind.
“Oh my God, Zane fucked me while I was asleep?” I shout as I slip out of the bed.
Zane as if on alert walks out of the bathroom his eyes on me.
“If I were you, I would rephrase that sentence of yours,” he points out.
“What… What do you mean?” I ask confusion causing my brows to crease.
“You begged me to fuck you. I didn’t force myself on you,” I replied.
He was freshly showered and as he walked to his closet, I noticed his clothes already out and waiting for him.
“Not funny. I didn’t know you were into fucking sleeping girls. How was it, huh? You had fun slipping your hard cock into me while I didn’t react?” I ask, the tone of my voice rude.
“You would want to watch that tone of yours, little girl, you are threading on thin glass,” Zane warns.
I roll my eyes behind his back but he catches me before my eyes can clock their 360. I feel my cheeks blushing and I dig my head down fiercely.
“It doesn’t stop the fact that you violated my body, Zane,” I call out.
The next seconds happen like a flash, Zane pins me against the wall, and using his hand, he cuffs my neck while using the other to tease my pussy.
“Now, tell me, little human, does this cute pussy feel like it was invaded by my monster cock last night?” he asks his eyes on mine.
I twist my legs, feeling my entire face burning hot with embarrassment.
“No…?” I say my voice uncertain.
The lips around Zane’s lips pull up sweetly, and this time, he slips three of his fingers inside of me.
I open my mouth to a low moan as I shoot myself on my tiptoes. Zane chuckles as I throw my head backward. He finds my display amusing.
“When I do fuck you, London, there is no doubt you feel my cock still inside you hours after I am done. Now, calm down, you were so sweet coming into my mouth,” he blurts out teasingly.
I feel my body shaking as I start coming. Opening my mouth to a small groan, I bite my lips.
“No, London. Don’t hold back yourself. I love hearing the sounds I make you release. Now, moan for me,” he commands.
“Daddy. Oh-Oh!” I scream as I push my head backward.
Zane’s lips find that spot on my neck and he sucks on it gently, it doesn’t take long before I feel him biting down on it. The sharp pain I feel makes me know I will have a hickey there in less than no time.
“You can’t mark me,” I blurt out but still too shocked to move.
“Watch me fill your body with my mark, London. I want everyone to know who you belong to. When they look at you, I want them to know you fucking had sex with me and I am responsible for the hickey on your neck,” Zane exclaims.
I know he isn’t bluffing because he places his mouth on my still tender flesh, making it feel like the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my entire life.
“Oh, Zane, this is so good. You make me feel so full even when I don’t have your cock in my pussy,” I tell him.
Zane cackles, the sound so manly. I want more of this man, and I know I will.