If I wasn’t in shock right now, I would be laughing. Somehow, I had forgotten about the look on her face as she toppled over the front of it.
Zane’s hand trails up my thigh and my breathing escalates.
We’re both just drunk enough to let the jealousy show.
He leans into me. I can smell the whisky on his breath. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you like I own you.” He shoves me back against the wall again. Gripping down onto my thighs and picking me up.
Parting my thighs and wrapping them around his body, I can feel his dick pressing into me through his jeans.
My hands falling down to his waistband, I fight with it as I’m trying to undo his belt and try to free his cock.
As soon as his jeans fall down his legs, he slips my panties to the side, slamming into me. My hips bounce off of the wall behind me as I loud moan comes out.
“That’s right, psycho. Let everyone fucking know.” He growls out into my ear.
I feel the friction that’s created as I grate my nails across his flesh. I’m sure giving him a similar wound to the ones that are nearly healed from when we first got here.
“Fuck.” He hisses out as I get a glance into the mirror behind him and see the blood droplets form under my nails as his ass squeezes with each thrust into me. “You drive me fucking crazy. You know that, right?” He asks. He pulls away from me, looking at me and shaking his head.
Nodding my head as I smirk.
“You try to drive me crazy, don’t you?”
Nodding once more.
A deep laugh rolls out of him as he leans in, right next to my ear, and starts again. “Tatum, don’t you know it’s not a good idea to make a man like me jealous?”
“Please.” I pull away, so I’m able to look him in the eyes as I say it. “Deep down you’re really a romantic.”
His thrusts into me slow as he studies my face, slowly pressing inside of me. A sly smirk comes onto his face before he’s lifting me off of the wall, somehow walking back over to the bed.
He’s not demanding this time, but gentle as he rotates us, sitting down with my legs still wrapped around him. He tugs them, bringing them to his sides, and he lies back, pulling me over top of him as he claims my lips.
His kiss isn’t forceful either. We create a slow, steady rhythm before I can feel him tensing underneath me.
Pulling away, I look down at him. Locking eyes, and I hear that same siren start in the back of my head, telling me to fucking run, but I don’t.
I keep my eyes locked with his, with him every beat before we’re panting, lying in the bed, staring at one another.
What the fuck just happened?
The sun shines into the room and even though my head is pounding, it’s not what doesn’t feel right. Looking around, I jump as I see one of the prospects leaning against the doorframe that leads out of the room.
“Good, you’re awake.” He groans out, shaking his head as I pull the sheet up over my tits.
“Where’s Zane?” I ask him, looking around the room and seeing his bag is gone.
The prospect has an attitude as he shrugs and just looks back at me. “Not sure.” He walks over to me, handing me a sheet of paper, and nods again. “Get up, though we gotta go.”
“Where are we going?” I ask him, but instead of answering me he just turns, walking out of the room, shutting the door behind himself. Rolling over, I pull my phone off of the nightstand and I pause.
How the fuck did I leave with him for 2 weeks and not once did I even think about getting his number?
I just stare at the door for a moment before I sigh out, unfolding the sheet of paper.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” I shout out loud. I’m sure that the man who just walked out of the room can hear me, and I’m also sure that he has no doubt what is going on. Which embarrasses me even more.
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