***LONDON’S POV***
After making sure Dante is taken care of, I walk into the bathroom and remove my clothes, feeling a lightweight fall over my chest as I take off my clothes.
I have a bottle of grape wine with zero alcohol, and I smile at the glass in my hand.
Zane is going to be mad when he sees me drinking wine, but he doesn’t know it is nonalcoholic.
Well, I want him to relax a little when he gets in here.
Nothing makes me mad more than the realization that I would have gotten hurt by Richard Antonov. He had already wounded Zane, I wonder what he would have done to my baby and me.
Turning off the water, I slip into the shower tub and relax.
This day would have ended up a lot worse if the Vincenzos hadn’t stepped up for us.
I don’t know what Richie had in store for us, but it wouldn’t have been good.
My bones are tender and I have consumed almost half of the wine bottle when the door creaks open and I know Zane is here.
When he enters the bathroom, he is naked and the mere thought of our eyes clashing together makes his dick bubble, stirring to life.
He spots the bottle of wine on the sink and then the wine glass on my hand and the smile he has on his face turns into a scowl as he approaches me.
“The fuck are you doing, London?” he asks kneeling before me and plucking the glass from my hand.
“Just soaking in the tub, just like you asked me to do,” I mewl and he gives me one of those daddy glares.
I smirk at him, my eyes softening until they are a sweet baby-doe color.
“What is it?” he demands bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip.
Then, his eyes blend with mine as I smile widely at him.
“Little girl, this is practically grape juice,” he bites out.
I chuckle. “I know, Daddy. Which is why you should relax,” I mutter out.
When Zane drinks the rest of the content, he puts the glass away and slides into the tub behind me.
I shift so that he has his back on the tub ceramic and my body is leaning on his. In the water, his cock is larger the normal size and poking my back.
Moaning softly, I lean closer, making sure that he is only a few inches apart.
“You naughty little girl, you gave me a fright,” he accuses and I giggle sweetly.
“I am sorry, Daddy, I could not help but tease you while waiting for you to get here,” I reply honestly.
Zane sighs and we remain quiet for a while, just enjoying the silence between us.
I speak first when it becomes unbearable.
“I was going to come to rescue you, Zane,” I tell him my voice turning serious.
“No, you didn’t,” he says as if that was an up for a debate question.
Using his thumb and left finger, he rubs my nipples gently, not uttering another word.
I moan at that feeling and close my eyes for a second. His hand on me felt so good.
“Yes, Daddy, I did. Sinner didn’t just want me to go because he knew you were going to kill him,” I say as if that was the most ridiculous bullshit I have heard all day.
“I was indeed going to kill him if he dared as much bring you near me while danger was lurking above our heads,” he spits out and as if to prove a point, he tightens his grip on my nipple, causing a forced moan to escape my lips.
“Oww! That hurt, Daddy,” I whine at him.
“It will when you put yourself in danger and don’t listen to what I say,” Zane speaks out behind me.
His hand doesn’t stop squeezing my nipple he adds an extra pressure to it, and I start feeling a tingle growing in my pussy, causing me to itch for more.
“I need you, please,” I gasp out sounding breathy and needy.
“Of fucking course you do. Spread your legs for me, honey,” he asks and my legs spread apart waiting for his fingers to touch me.
What will I not do for Zane? He makes me crave him, burn for his touch, and as I close my eyes waiting for his touch, his voice resonates in my ears.
“Open your pretty eyes, London, watch how my fingers slide in and out of you,” he states and I pant with want, knowing that this is the hottest sex I am about to have with Zane.
“Please,” I beg opening my eyes.
Zane’s fingers rock my pussy walls and with each time he pumps in me, I open my mouth to moan desperately.
He keeps fingering me, drawing out each length at how he wants the orgasm to last.
“I’m going to cum,” I whine out softly.
“Of course you are, baby. Ride my fingers. Draw that orgasm out of you,” he sings into my ears and I convulse, crying out in ecstasy.
Zane peppers kisses over the back of my head and every time I ride his finger, he whispers his love for me in the most soothing manner.
I don’t know how long we spend in the tub but Zane gives me as many orgasms as possible, and every time I cum, he makes it a challenge to make me cum harder the next time.
“Get out of the water now, it’s all cold,” he says wrapping a towel around his waist, shielding his cock from my view.
I sneer, rolling my eyes at his good shaft hiding away from me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I reply.
Carrying me out of the tub, Zane gives me a towel and leads me to the bedroom.
“Can we order pizza, please?” I beg padding the floor to his phone on the dresser.
“That’s not food,” he blurts out.
“I didn’t say it was. But I just want to treat myself a bit for being a good girl,” I giggle at that last part.
“Only if you kiss me first,” he states and I rush to him, causing my towel to untie on the way.
“Ouiips!” I say softly.