Page 83 of Dirty Like Zane
“Take it, Maggie,” he urged me as I rodehim.
And Idid.
He dug his heels into the bed and pumped up into me, every muscle in his body locked up tight as I braced my hands on his hard chest, gripping his shirt… and I knew why he put me on top. It wasn’t to give mecontrol.
It was so I could see him. So I could watch him fuckme.
So he could look me in the eyes while he did it, just like he wantedto.
Then he rolled me over and pulled me right down to the floor. We lost his vest, but the rest of our clothes were still half-on. We kissed and bit and clawed at each other and rolled around in a crazy, dirty, knock-down, drag-out fuck. Me on top of him again and then him on top of me… both of us fucking each other with a vengeance, both of us chasing our own orgasm—and hellbent on making the other one comefirst.
“You getting the message, Maggs?” he growled as he pounded into me, almost out of breath. He was on top of me and I was close to orgasm, and he fucking knew it. I was shaking, hyperventilating as I rode him, fast and hard from underneath, meeting every thrust. “You understand who you belong to now? Or do I need to show you somemore…?”
“No,” I gasped, “I am notyours.”
“Yes. You. Are.” He held me down by my throat and drilled into my G-spot with this fat cockhead, andoh myGod…
But I couldn’t stop fighting it. I just couldn’t stop fightinghim.
“This is the last fuck,” I choked out as I did my best to strangle him with my inner muscles. “This is the last time I’m fucking you, ZaneTraynor.”
His face flushed. He was grunting with the effort as he slammed into me, his hips slapping loudly against my thighs. “Fuck you, Maggie,” he growled, just as I lost the battle and started to come. I cried out and he stiffened. He shouted something obscene, garbled and barely English, and blew into me with a series of low groans, his hips ramming against me. I could feel him bruisingme.
I didn’tcare.
As my body shook with the tremors of pleasure so extreme I actually felt tears of ecstasy running down my face… I couldn’t even fathom it all. I couldn’t fathom how I could love someone so much, could want someone so bad, and be so afraid of my feelings for him at the same time. So afraid, I suddenly wanted to gnaw off my own limbs to get out from under him as he collapsed on top ofme.
And thecondom…
Whatcondom?
There was no condom. Neither of us had stopped to get one or even mentioned it. Zane just came deep inside me and I didn’t evencare.
Pregnancy, STDs… These vague concepts swirled in my head with the ecstasy and the terror and the strange numbness, as I felt myself detaching from it all… because it was all too much totake.
Just…fuck.
Zane was smart enough to use condoms with other women, right? I was pretty sure about that. I was pretty sure no matter what a manwhore he was, he was probablyclean.
And I was pretty sure I was at a point in my cycle when I probably couldn’t get pregnant. Or at least… wouldn’t likely getpregnant.
Right now, that would have to beenough.
But it wasn’tenough.
I swiped the tears from my face before he could see them and shoved his shoulder. “Get offme.”
He groaned as he pulled out and pushed himself up on his arms above me. He stared at my face, and he looked about as wrecked as I felt. “You can’t have anyone else,” he said, his voice all broken likehewas about tocry.
I shoved at him again and tried to wriggle out from under him. “Why? Why can’tI?”
“Because it’ll killme.”
I pushed him one more time and he rolled to the side, letting mefree.
“What does that mean?” I demanded. “Is that a threat? Are you threatening to start drinking again or something if I end up with someoneelse?”
“It’s not a threat. It’s afact.”
