Chapter 132
Now. Zane groaned as he walked them up the stairs and into his apartment. Mariah gasped, her eyes wide. “This is your place?”
He didn’t respond.
He set her down, his hands pulling her dress up. She let it drop to the floor, her panties disappearing with it. Her bra went next, leaving her completely naked in front of him. His hands skimmed over her body, his touch hot and hungry.
She moaned, arching against him.
“I don’t want to talk,” he growled, yanking off his shirt. “I want to fuck.”
He unzipped his pants, his cock straining against the fabric. Mariah dropped to her knees, pulling his cock out and sucking it into her mouth.
He groaned, his hand twisting in her hair. “Fuck, Mariah.”
She slid her mouth over him, taking him deeper. He hit the back of her throat, and she gagged. She pulled back, sucking his cock like a lollipop. His hips thrust forward, forcing more of him into her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, her fingers sliding between her legs.
“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he warned. “And then your pussy.”
Her pussy clenched.
She wanted both.
He yanked her to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the couch. She cried out, her hands flat on the leather. He spread her legs, his cock rubbing over her pussy.
She was so wet.
He was so hard.
“Please,” she begged.
He pushed inside her, stretching her.
She gasped, pleasure burning through her body.
He pumped into her, fast and hard. She moaned with each thrust, her orgasm building. She needed to come. Now.
“Harder,” she cried.
He slapped her ass, his cock slamming into her.
She screamed, pleasure shooting through her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”
He fucked her like an animal, taking what he wanted. And giving her exactly what she needed. The couch moved under them, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. She was a wet mess, her juices dripping down her legs.
He pumped into her hard, his hand finding her clit. He pressed down, making her cry out. Pleasure exploded through her, her pussy convulsing around him. “Zane!”
She came hard, her body shaking with pleasure.
He groaned, pulling out and coming all over her ass. He collapsed against her, his hand cupping her pussy. “Fuck,” he breathed. “That was good.”
She couldn’t disagree.
She felt sated, complete.
Like everything would be okay.
But as she turned around, a pang of sadness struck her in the chest.
One night was over. And now, she’d have to leave.
Zane pulled on his pants, his shirt forgotten on the floor. Mariah slid off the couch, grabbing her dress and slipping it back on. She kept her back to him, trying to force back the tears.
One night, she reminded herself. That’s all this was.
And yet, a part of her felt like she was leaving something behind.
She turned to find him watching her, his expression unreadable.
She cleared her throat. “I should go.”
He stepped forward. “You don’t have to.”
Her heart fluttered. “I have work in the morning.” She tried to smile, but her voice was shaking.
Zane stepped closer, his fingers running through her hair. “Stay.”
She stared up at him, her chest aching. “Why?”
His hand dropped, his jaw hardening. “Because I want you to.”
A tear slipped down her cheek.
She wanted to stay. She wanted to spend the night with him, wake up in his arms, and pretend this was more than it was.
But she couldn’t. She had to walk away.
She had to let him go.
So, she shook her head. “No.”
Zane clenched his jaw. “Why not?” His voice was harsh.
She couldn’t meet his gaze, her throat tight with tears. “Because I can’t.”
And with that, she walked away. Zane stared after her, a growl forming in the back of his throat. He hated women like Mariah.
The type who made you feel, who made you want to give them the world.
He didn’t want feelings.
He didn’t need them.
And he damn well didn’t want her.
So, why did he feel like he just made a mistake? Zane clenched his fists, his chest burning. He felt raw, like he’d just lost a part of himself. He didn’t even know how to process it. He turned away, heading for his office. He needed a drink.
Or five.
But instead of going to the bar, he found himself standing in front of his desk. He stared down at his phone, his mind replaying her voice over and over again. “Because I can’t.” Her words burned into his head. He tried to push them away, but they wouldn’t budge.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
He couldn’t stop wondering why she walked away.
And most of all, he couldn’t stop himself from calling her back. He picked up the phone, dialing the number she’d left him. He wasn’t even sure why. He didn’t do seconds. Not with anyone. Especially not after they’d tried to walk away from him.
It was a power play, a way to remind them who was in control. And yet, here he was. He slammed his phone down on the desk, turning away. He should have known better. He should have just left her to walk away. He should never have called her back.
But he had. And now, he had to live with the consequences. He stepped forward, staring out the window.
He had no idea what was next.
All he knew was he wanted more.
And he’d do whatever it took to get it. Zane took a deep breath, his mind replaying every second of last night. Mariah had been perfect. He’d never felt like that before. He’d been wild, crazy, out of control.
But she’d taken everything he’d given her, and given it back.
And now, he wanted more. He wanted her beneath him again, his cock driving into her.
He wanted her screaming his name.