“Good,” he mutters as his eyes become hooded with additional lust. He’s meant to be my prey, so why am I the one who feels haunted? Oh yeah, that’s fucking right, because we’re both one another’s victims.
He reaches down and rips my panties from me. The hard pull propels me forward, but Zane catches me and uses the opportunity to unclasp my bra. As he pulls it off, he pushes me back into the corner and pins me wholly. Leaning down, he puts his arms between my legs. I spend a moment wondering why, until my feet are lifted from the floor and I’m suspended in the air at his will. He presses his aching body against mine as he plants kissing all over me. I really am powerless. I can only wrap my arms around his neck as he has his wicked way with me. I feel it more when his kisses graze along my breast and he latches onto my nipple with a stern bite. I howl out in a pant, the arousal too much to deny. His tongue licks over my hardened nipple, easing the sensual pain he caused.
One of my hands runs up the back of his neck, until I’m left cradling the base of his skull, and he looks at me, capturing me in his gaze. I know why when he penetrates me with his whole length. He always loved to watch my face with that first thrust. The way my eyes roll close, my mouth opening in pure delight, and I become barren of all the woes that ever troubled me. As the gasp is involuntarily pushed out of me, I watch him smile wickedly – he got the reaction he was after.
“You’re right where I want you,” he declares as he slowly and tortuously withdraws from me only to force adrenaline on me as he pumps back into me. He unashamedly works my body, all the while keeping me trapped. His arms keep my legs up, his hands push against the wall as he pushes in and out of me and I feel him hitting my g-spot time and time again. It weakens me. Every single time he does, my senses defuse and the world around us just seems to become so nonexistent. I’m lost in his strength, in his prowess, in this world he creates for only the two of us.
I arch my back, greedily wanting him to sink further in. I let go with one hand just so I can reach against the wall and push myself onto him more. My breathing is a wasted art as I find myself unable to draw in the appropriate amount of air to suffice. Every time I manage it, Zane forces all of the air out of my lungs with the speed of his stamina.
“Don’t hold off on me now,” he growls against my skin. He can feel I’m now ready, ready to enjoy a small dose of heaven.
“Z-Zane,” I managed in a taunt voice. I stutter only as the orgasm rips through me with such ferocity I don’t know what else to do, but sing the name of the man who has worked me to this heavenly height. As I cum, his hold tightens. I'm free falling all whilst trapped between this wall and his rock hard body.
My head falls back as my body convulses with the orgasm, and I fall limp in his embrace. As I feel him fill me, he pushes me more against the wall and his hold tightens. He grunts with the pressure and begins to kiss against my neck, bringing us both back down to earth.
“You are, and always will be, my greatest carpe diem,” he whispers to me, his words brushing against my skin. After a moment, he kisses into my neck again. "Let's have that talk now, Amelia."
I have no say as he carries me into the living room and sets me down on the couch. He picks up a throw and tosses it over me. He doesn’t care we’re both naked, he just sits with me. There’s nothing else to do but talk. We had sex out of anger, out of release, out of finding a sense that what we have is worth fighting for. Zane presented with me a flash of liberation after he discovered my dirty secret and pieced it all together.
"How can you not take me to the police?” I ask him, my confusion is mounting by the minute. He knows absolutely everything, yet hasn’t made a single move.
"Because I can't lose you again," he states. It’s all so black and white when he puts it like that, and I’m shaken by it. "And I dread to think what the great and powerful Salvatore Abbiati would do to me and anyone who tried to lock you away." I see the humor in him, and I try to relish it.
"You could tip off one your colleagues?" I offer him another idea. It's one that absolves him of all input into my capture."Tell them it's me. I could even turn myself in.”
"Do you want to get caught? Because it sure sounds like it?" I give a nonchalant shrug and wonder if he is granting me a small piece of forever like my father. "What is it?"
“If I don’t kill you, I die,” I tell him and watch his gaze soften ever so slightly. Errant tears streak down my cheek as I admit the one and only truth my heart holds. “I kill you, I die.” I close my eyes, begging my tears to dissolve into nothingness. “Whatever happens, there’s no future for us, for me. Whichever route I choose to take tonight, Zane, is actual murder for me. So maybe prison is my safest route for us all.”