***LONDON’S POV***
I don’t have time to catch my breath because Zane rolls me off the bed and into the bathroom. He places me on the sink while he cleans himself. Taking a damp towel, he cleans me off.
When we return to his room, he puts his t-shirt over my head, It is an oversized one and I don’t mind the least. As he puts on his boxer briefs on me, he slams my ass a little.
I am ashamed to say it but anal sex with Zane hits differently. The man is built differently, in fact, everything about him is just structured in a whole new way.
“Go downstairs and apologize to Sinner, now,” he orders.
I’ve got instant tears rolling down my cheeks as I feel uneasy about it. When I stay, Zane swirls his head at me, looking as if it would break me.
“London?” he calls out fiercely.
“I don’t want to,” I choke out on my words.
There is no reason why I shouldn’t be polite to Sinner, they are set to respect me, and I even feel guilty.
“Don’t be a brat, go now, I have to answer this call,” he says throwing his phone up.
“Can you just swat my ass, please?” I beg fidgeting.
Zane lifts his head and gives me this Daddy look that makes my panties damp, I gulp, working my neck and I know I have to obey this man quickly.
“Don’t tempt me, little girl,” he warns.
Sliding into my slippers, I rushed to the door and stopped when Zane called out to me.
“Gentle, little human. You don’t run inside the house,” he tells me.
I slow down dragging my legs out.
As I touch the doorknob, I feel Zane’s large palms grabbing me as she twists my body to look at him, the next second, he is claiming my lips as his. The pressure on those lips makes me open my mouth, taking his tongue inside it.
“More, please Daddy,” I beg.
He chuckles, pulling out of my lips.
“Rush downstairs now and clean those pretty eyes of yours,” he says peppering kisses over my tears streaked face.
I know Zane isn’t done with me, but he seems to be content with what he has done to me so far. It makes me wonder if there is something else that I haven’t done if this man is willing to drag me to see other crazy sides of him.
As I make it downstairs, Zane’s house has the three people I have come to love seeing; Reaper, Caleb, and Sinner.
Well, I have to still apologize to Sinner for being a brat to him.
As they see me approach, the men stand on alert, wondering why I have tears in my eyes.
“Hey, London, why are you crying?” Caleb asks while Reaper rushes to me, wiping my eyes.
I give him a small smile before making my way to Sinner. Lowering my head, I know it is so embarrassing that they have to see me with tears in my eyes.
“I am sorry, Sinner, I shouldn’t have mouthed you in the car, and called you a guard dog,” I murmur.
My voice was a whisper but audible enough for the man to hear.
I feel him cup my chin in his arms and I feel him look at me in the eyes.
“I work for Zane, darling, you don’t have to apologize, but it is my duty to keep you safe if I don’t want him to kick my ass for not keeping an eye on you,” he says and laughs gently just thinking about it.
A small smile plays across my lips.
“How can I make it up to you?” I ask biting my lips.
Sinner scratched his head, not ready to reply nothing, I wouldn’t accept it as well.
“What about I buy tickets to an inclusive party and you follow me there? Don’t worry, the guys will be there, but you will save the first dance for me,” Sinner suggests.
I look at the guys and they seem to buy his idea because they giggle and punch the air excitedly. It makes me happy so much that I accept.
“Yes, Sinner, that, I can do it. And I promise not to run away from you again,” I reply lifting my pinky finger up to him.
Sinner grabs my pinky and kisses it lightly. I know we are on the same page them.
“I’ll go make sandwiches for us,” I mutter as I lead the way.
The men join us and watch how I prep the sandwich ingredients. I wanted ham lettuce and egg in them, and a cream made from mayonnaise and ketchup.
“Nothing beats my sandwiches,” I say happily as I start digging the fridge for the ingredients.
I notice the banter from the men has died down so I ask teasingly, still removing lettuce from the fridge.
“Why have you all gone silent guys? You’ll make me think you all saw the devil in the form of Zane walk into the kitchen,” I giggle at my own joke finding it funny.
I stop when none of the men find it funny. I thought it strange and as I removed my head from the fridge, and closed it, I found Zane behind it.
“Holy Shit! Jesus fucking Christ,” I screamed throwing the lettuce in my hands.
Zane catches it effortlessly as he stares at me. Those brown eyes made it difficult to know whether Zane was mad at me or not, but when the men burst out laughing I felt my cheeks burn with heat.
“Damn it, Zane, you got my heart tearing in pieces,” I confess holding my chest and twisting the t-shirt on my body.
“Ouch! That hurts, keep your clothes down baby, we don’t want my men staring at what belongs to me, right?” he says his grin devilish.
Shaking my head from left to right, I release my shirt.
“Let me have the lettuce, I was making sandwiches,” I tell him frowning.