Chapter 228
His mouth finds my neck before I can even fully process the way my body is reacting.
One moment it’s tension sharp, electric and barely contained.
The next, he’s there with breath is hot against my skin as his grip tightens at my waist, pulling me firmly into him like he’s decided distance is no longer an option.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you act like this?” he mutters low, voice rough in a way that sends something dangerous curling through my chest.
I should answer but I don’t.
Because the way he’s holding me already steals the thought from my head as his fingers trace my side slowly, deliberately, like he’s mapping every reaction I try to hide.
“You disobey me,” he continues, his tone darker now, “and still look at me like I’m the one who should be careful p>
My breath catches and that earns a reaction from him something between frustration and something far more consuming.
He leans in again, his voice dropping near my ear.
“You think you can push me and not deal with the consequences p>
I try to steady myself.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I manage.
A lie. Or maybe not.
He exhales sharply, like that answer pushes him closer to the edge of
“You test me,” he says quietly, “then act surprised when I don’t let it go p>
My chest rises too fast. I can’t tell anymore if I’m arguing or if I’m just… staying in the moment because stepping back feels worse.
His thumb brushes my lower like, he’s trying very hard not to lose himself.
“Say something smart,” he murmurs.
A challenge, a challenge, a trap.
I should bt I don’t.
Instead, I breathe out, “Maybe you like when I push you p>
That does it, the shift in him is immediate.
“Careful,” he says, voice lower now, rougher, “because one day you’re going to push too far p>
The space between us disappears again as he pulls me closer.
My back meets the wall again, his body close enough that everything else fades out, the world outside this room doesn’t exist anymore. Not the noise, or the night not anything except him. His voice softens just slightly, though it loses none of its intensity.
“You think I don’t see what you’re doing p>
“And what am I doing?” I ask, quieter now.
His gaze drops to my mouth before lifting again.
“Trying to make me lose control…tryin to tempt me into pinning you to the wall and fucking that tight pussy…that’s it right p>
A pause p>
“And it’s working ill pin you the fuck down and fuck yoy until I make sure you’ wake up sore the next day p>
The words hang between us and for a moment, neither of us moves.
It’s something in between tension and surrender, where neither of us is fully in control anymore, and neither of us is willing to admit it first wraps around us.
Finally, his forehead brushes mine briefly, a grounding gesture or maybe the opposite.
“You’re going to be the end of me,” he murmurs.
And when he kisses me again…It isn’t a question, it’s a decision to maybe fuck the living day lights outta me.
His patience snaps in a way I only notice when it’s already too late to react. One second I’m talking defending myself, probably saying something stubborn I’ll regret later p>
“Do you ever stop talking,” he says quietly, “or is it just when I decide you should p>
My breath catches when his hands move deliberately and he slides them under the edge of my skirt, his hands slides up between my thighs. And his hands cups my aching pussy through my panties and my eyes roll back behind my head as pleasure rolls through me and a moan slips out from me, he steadylt pushes a finger inside me not rushing, not asking, just doing it like he already knows I won’t stop him.
My entire body locks for half a second.
“Zane I start, sharper than I mean to but it comes out breathless, wrong somehow.
His eyes flick up to mine immediately, reading everything I’m trying not to show.
“Say it,” he murmurs.
I should push him away but I don’t and that’s the problem. His grip tightens slightly at my waist, steadying me against the wall behind m not letting me escape, mot letting me pretend I’m unaffected.
“You’re doing that thing again,” he says, voice low.
“What thing p>
“That thing where you act like you don’t feel anything p>
My pulse stutters because that’s too accurate p>
His hand stays where it is firm, possessive but there’s no rush in him. No chaos. Just control. Like he’s waiting to see what I’ll do with the fact that I haven’t stopped him yet.
“You’re impossible,” I whisper tangled in a Moan as he adds another finger in my wet pussy, I’m embarrassed to hear the lewd sounds his fingers in my pussy is making.
That earns something like a faint smile.
“Mm,” he says. “And yet here you are you lik this don’t you? You dirty dirty girl p>
The air between us feels heavier now, charged in a way that makes my thoughts slower, messier.
I swallow.
“Are you trying to prove something?” I ask quietly.
His gaze holds mine for a long moment before he answers.
“No p>
A pause.Then, softer but somehow worse:
“I’m trying to see how far you’ll let this go p>
That lands differently because suddenly it’s not just physical space anymore.
It’s trust and control. My fingers curl slightly at my sides, conflicted in a way I don’t want to admit notices everything of course he does.
His voice drops again, closer now.
“You can stop me p>
The words are simple but they hang there anyway.
He’s not rushing me, not forcing jusy waitin and that’s what makes it worse than nothing about him feels uncertain right now.
Only me.
I meet his gaze, breathing uneven, neither of us moves nor yet.
The air between us stops feeling like air, it feels like pressure.
something building too fast to contain.
His hand is still at my waist beneath the edge of my skirt, steadily moving inside my pussy but not forceful in the way I expected it to be. It’s worse than force, somehow. It’s control without effort. Like he already knows I’m not going anywhere.
My breath comes uneven and I hate that I notice it, I hate more that he notices too.
His eyes stay on mine, unreadable in a way that makes my chest tighten.
“You’re shaking baby, too much? Want me to stop?.” he says quietly.
“I’m not p>
He doesn’t call me out on it immediately as he just studies me, like he’s waiting for me to admit something I don’t even fully understand myself.
Then his thumb shifts slightly rubbing at my clit now.
“You can still walk away,” he says.
That makes my thoughts stumble, it doesn’t fit the version of him I’ve been building in my head. The controlling one, the dangerous one and the one who doesn’t ask.
But this This is different and it’s destabilizing in a way I don’t know how to respond to.
“I don’t want to,” I say before I can stop myself.
His gaze sharpens instantly thays all it takes for something to change
Not in him but in the space between us. The restraint finally slips not violently, not suddenly, but like a thread pulled too tight finally gives way. His hand tightens at my waist and then he’s much closer again, completely closing the distance between us.
My back meets the wall fully this time, no escape routes left not that I’m looking for one anymore.
His forehead almost touches mine.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs.
My fingers lift without me thinking, catching lightly at his shirt and pulling it off of him, his fingers leave my pussy temporarily to help take it off. Cause I need to touch him now, I need him skin to skin with me.
His breath changes, the room feels smaller, like the world has narrowed down to just this one point where we are standing too close and not close enough at the same time.
He exhales slowly, like he’s deciding something. Then his voice drops lower.
“Tell me to stop,” he says and for the first time tonight, there’s no challenge in it.
My heart is loud in my ears as I don’t answer immediately because the truth is already sitting between us and neither of us is pretending anymore.
Finally, I shake my head slightly.
That’s all it takes.
Something in his expression shifts something controlled finally letting go.
And he kisses me again softly like the decision has already been made and there’s no point holding back anymore. The rest of the world disappears after that, everything except him and the way he holds me like he’s been trying not to for too long.
And when the kiss deepens, everything else follows Heat, tension, surrender, Until there’s nothing left to say at all.