Angel’s bliss by Dripping Creativity Chapter 8
8 @ 93% 12:48 Zane’s lips were as soft as his kiss was rough. The contrast did interesting things to Ava’s mind. She felt him drag his tongue along the seam of her lips and she couldn’t help but let out a small moan. Zane took the opportunity to invade her mouth. His grip around her neck getting more forceful. Just as Ava lost herself completely in the kiss he ended it and took a step back. She almost stumbled at the suddenly empty space where he had been. “Better than a handshake. Now, angel, I show you your bedroom,” he told her in a dark voice. There was a promise in the voice that terrified Ava. She was his now, he could do what he wanted with her. He led her to the door he had pointed out as hers. He pushed her up against the closed door and kissed her until her mind went blank again and all she could think about was his lips against hers. Zane felt his desire grow as he pressed Ava against the door. She tasted of lemons, and her soft lips moved in perfect sync with his. As he used his teeth to tug at her bottom lip, she let out a soft moan that nearly made him come undone. There was no question about him wanting her, nor was there any question about that him claiming her as his. But when he did, she wouldn’t be covered in bruises and be half unconscious from lack of sleep. No, when he claimed his angel, she would feel no other pain than the one he wanted her to feel, and her mind would be able to take all of it in. He stepped away from her, ending their make–out session. The hard–on it had given him was painfully pressing against his zipper. “You go and take a shower and get to bed, angel. I want you rested for tomorrow. Anna will wake you in the morning and you will have breakfast with me,” he told her. She looked at him with confusion, and then she nodded. “Yes, Mr Velky,” she said. “Ava, I think it’s time you started calling me Zane,” he smirked as he opened the door and gave her a little nudge to make her go inside. “Good night, angel,” he told her. “Good night, Mr… Good night, Zane,” she replied, and he shut the door behind her. Zane found himself smiling as he made his way back to his office to put the contract into his safe. This night had taken an unexpected turn. His phone buzzed. It was Jax. J: I’m in the kitchen. B: Come up to my office. Moments later, there was a knock on the door and Jax walked in with two plates of sandwiches and two beers. “Anna thought you might need this,” Jax said, and gave Zane a plate and beer. “Of course she did.” Zane smiled and gestured for Jax to sit down. As Zane took the first bite out of the sandwich, he noticed Jax trying to look around without being noticed. 1 “Looking for something?” Zane asked. 1/5 Emergency calls onlyMU trinn 8 “The woman?” his friend asked. @ 93% “She’s in her room, sleeping,” Zane told him. “Her room?” “She will stay here for a while.” “In what capacity?” Jax kept on asking. “What is this? One thousand one fucking questions?” Zane said. He was feeling irritated. “Did I hit a nerve?” Jax smirked. 12:48 “Why don’t you just say what the fuck it is you want to say? I’m not in a mood for guessing games.” “Fine, Zane. Are you out of your fucking mind? You have me punish the men for breaking the rules, and then you go and break one yourself,” Jax huffed. “What rule are you talking about?” Zane asked. He always let Jax speak his mind. Zane knew he needed one person who could tell him the honest truth. But at the moment, he was getting pissed at his friend. […]
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