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CHAPTER TEN

CHANEL

D ucking and dodging Zand had become part of my daily routine. I managed to avoid him for a full week and I was proud of my stealthy abilities. I didn’t bother to wash clothes this week for fear I would bump into him. With the laundry room in the basement, I just couldn’t take the chance. I had enough clothes to last another week.

I put off writing another love note. After a few days, it just seemed odd to revisit the back and forth. It was clear to me this would never go well. Zand seemed to like his secret admirer. If he found out his human was me, I’m sure he would feel betrayed. I would, if I were him. He would think that I was a liar and this whole thing was a game. It was better to just leave things alone.

Zand was never out in the daytime, so I took the opportunity to go venture out into the cold. After coming home from work and changing out of my scrubs, I was ready for coffee and a few other items from the local grocery store. I grabbed my coat and purse and crept down the back staircase. Taking the elevator wasn’t an option. I could never know who would be standing there when the doors popped open. I didn’t want to press my luck .

I was confident that I was going to make it out of the building without seeing Mr. Vampire. I even did a little hop when I made it to the first floor. I managed to put my coat on while going down the steps. Before I could move through the back door, I felt a chill on the back of my neck. My brief body shiver was met with a roughish grip.

There was a pale hand cuffed around my forearm that twirled me in a half circle. It wasn’t a real handcuff, but it sure felt that way. His grip was constricting. It was possessive and urgent.

He, Zand, he was all up in my face. His intrusive hand was wrapped around my arm. I didn’t have the strength to pull away, even though I knew this would not be good.

“Hey.” His voice was deeper than I remembered.

“Hey.” I said, startled but not afraid. I was ready for whatever, even though I didn’t know what was coming my way.

“What’s the deal?”

“Huh?”

“Have you been avoiding me?” His grip loosened a bit.

“No, no, why would I?”

He raised one brow in defiance. “Be honest.”

“No.” I lied again.

“Chanel.” His soothing voice was like a lie detector. One of his eyebrows rose in a menacing and sexy manner. His amber eyes started disarming me. I was caught in his gaze. Girl! Snap out of it!

They say confession is good for the soul. So, here goes. “Yeah, fine. I was avoiding you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. Why did I do that?

“You know.” He tightened his grip on my forearm and pulled me closer to him. “Be honest.” He threatened. I smelled peppermint in his breath. Gum, mints, toothpaste, I couldn’t figure it out. Why did I care? Why did I want to stick my tongue in his mouth to taste it ?

I sighed. “I don’t know how to do— that.”

“Do what?”

“You know, just have random sex.”

“I think you did it rather well.” His eyes undressed me for a brief second.

“I mean, I don’t know how to sneak out of a man’s apartment after drunken sex.”

“Huh, you weren’t drunk.”

“I had a lot to drink.”

“No, I told the bartender at The Castle to water your drinks down.”

What in the entire fuck? “Why would you do that?”

“I didn’t want you to be intoxicated if you blessed me with your body. Consent is important to me.”

My mind started spinning in circles. “So this was all some elaborate plan to get me into bed?”

“The plan didn’t have to involve a bed. We could’ve had sex anywhere.”

I tried to quash my anger. “Your plan worked.”

“Not completely. You started avoiding me.” His hooded eyes glared from under his lids. “Why? Why did you ghost me?”

“I didn’t ghost you, I told you. I don’t do that.”

“Do what? Please explain.”

“Sleep with strange men I barely know.”

Zand blinked a few times. “Do you really think I’m strange?”

I shrugged; realizing how insulting the word strange had come across. “No, I don’t think you’re strange. But it’s like you’re a stranger. We never dated or anything. We never went out.”

“Sex and dating are two different things and not synonymous.”

“Yes, of course not, especially for people like you.” I circled back to his previous words. “Wait, a, goddamn, minute. You had someone tamper with my drinks?”

“Tamper isn’t the word I would use.”

“It’s the one I would use.” I looked at his hand wrapped around my forearm. Even my evil glare didn’t coax him into letting me go.

“You can’t be mad. I was looking out for your welfare by insuring you weren’t intoxicated. You’re being foolish. I wanted you to be lucid. Do you remember having sex with me?”

“Yes, but?—”

“That was the entire point. Would you rather have drunken sex that you couldn’t remember to only feel violated the next morning?”

“No, of course not.”

“I made sure you were sober and clear-headed enough to make the decision without being coerced.”

“You could’ve just told me not to drink too much.”

“When do women ever listen to what men have to say? Women will literally do the opposite.”

Damn, he had a point, but I was being extra and I knew it. “Not all women are the same.”

“It seems you’re trying to be difficult.”

“I’m not.”

“Sex with us was good. It was fucking fantastic. You can’t deny it. Stop over-analyzing that night. I don’t have any diseases and I cannot get you pregnant.”

“What does that mean? You can’t get me pregnant.”

“I’m fixed, vasectomy. If you wouldn’t have run away, I could’ve proved it to you. There was no reason to disappear for an entire week. It’s rude.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I never had a one-night stand before.”

“What makes you think it was a one-night stand?” He leaned into my face, waiting for my response.

I took a huge gulp of nothing. “I, I, isn’t that what you always do with your women?”

“What do you think of me? I don’t have any women. I only have you. ”

He has me ? Run that back Mr. Vampire. Did he say he got me? “Zand, please, you know what I’m talking about.”

He flashed a smile at me that made my stomach do cartwheels. “Chanel, the only women that matter to me are the ones that have names. Well, names that I can remember.” He took his hand and pointed at the side of his forehead. “You are the only name I have up here.”

I said, “Okay.” Even though I didn’t know what I was agreeing to.

“Chanel, have you decided to stop avoiding me?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“I think you should stop avoiding me.”

“Why?”

“So I can fuck you.” His brow furrowed. “Come back to my apartment, remove all your clothing, and crawl into my bed. Get on all fours, open your legs wide, push your face into the mattress, and wait patiently for me to push my tongue inside your pussy.”

I blinked too many times to count. His buttery voice painted a visual that twisted my core in knots. I was familiar with his pussy eating skills. He could teach a master's class.

“You think that’s what I should do?”

“Yes.”

“And why should I?”

“Because the last time we just had sex. I don’t want to scare you away by fucking the shit out of you. Now I think you can handle a long, hard fuck. I want to fuck you this time.”

I held my mouth together because I knew my lips wanted to part. I couldn’t speak with a padlock on my lips, so I stood there, looking like a paralyzed statue. My frozen pose didn’t last for long. Zand released my arm and grabbed my hand and gave it a firm tug. He pulled me across the hallway. I took two steps to his every one hulking step. He led me down the stairs to the basement. Soon we were at his black door and quickly inside his apartment .

This was happening. Correction, this was happening again. I was being led to Zand’s bedroom. I placed my purse on the chair by the dresser. This was a detour from my trip to the grocery store. I wanted this so badly and my body knew it. My nipples were so hard they burned against the cotton fiber of my bra.

Zand made me feel desired. If I was a stupid woman, I could even confuse his tenderness with love. I was far from stupid, but an invitation to be fucked by the hot, mysterious guy in my apartment complex was a pleasure.

I stood near his bed while he pulled my coat off my shoulders and down my arms. He tossed it on the chair. I tried to contain my smile, but I couldn’t. His eyes were gazing at mine and heating me from the inside out.

Zand leaned into my face and kissed my lips with a gentleness that made me feel safe. His tongue pierced and parted my mouth and entered me willingly. I missed his kisses.

“I’m clean. Give me permission to fuck you the way I want to.”

“Without a condom?”

“Yes.”

“Zand.”

“This dogs got all his shots. Don’t you trust me?”

“Ah, I don’t have an answer for that.”

“Feel this.” Zand took my hand and placed it on the enormous bulge in his pants. “I’m going to break the condom. They’re too tight. I can’t fit inside them. I can only fit inside you.” He bent to kiss me on the cheek and smiled at me as he pulled away.

This guy was really trying to make a case for unprotected sex. His words aroused me when I knew I should be annoyed. Why was he like this?

Zand planted teasing kisses all over my face while he carefully undressed me. I closed my eyes with every tender kiss. Before I could answer his request, we were both completely naked, standing and facing each other .

He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me in close to his body. I rested my cheek on his bare chest. His massive bulge poked into my stomach. He bent his face to my ear.

“Permission.” His husky voice caused my nipples to tighten.

The heat of his skin against mine was irresistible. I wanted to melt into this man and be one. I wanted to feel him inside me and, against my better judgment, I wanted to feel his skin, his raw skin.

Zand took a step back and took both of my wrists in both of his hands. He had a firm grip and pulled me as he walked backwards. He stopped when he bumped the wall. He quickly released my wrists and grabbed my neck with one hand. He pushed my face into the wall and my cheek was stuck to the satin paint. My hands laid flat on the wall when I felt him release my neck.

I closed my eyes, and I felt my ass cheeks spread. His tongue dipped inside my asshole and I instantly clench my cheeks together. He slapped me hard with an open hand on my ass and I screamed out into the air.

His fingertips dug into my skin as he opened my ass and pressed his entire face into my ass crack. Zand pushed a finger inside my pussy as he ate my ass out and dipped his wet tongue in my forbidden hole.

I could barely stand and his face was rocking me up until I was on my tiptoes. Both of my holes were wet and all I could think about was tasting his big ass dick in my mouth. My unstable legs wobbled as I tried to keep my balance.

He gave me some relief when he pulled his finger out of my pussy and removed his face from my ass. My head snapped backward when he grabbed my ponytail and dragged me over to the bed. He pushed my face into the mattress. His dick was touching my ass, and he released my hair. I rested my hands on the side of my face. I couldn’t see what he was doing behind me, but I thought moving my feet off the floor was a bad idea .

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you. I’m going to do whatever I want to you.”

“Ughhh!” I cried out as I felt his dick enter my closed pussy. I had to expand to let him inside and his dick slammed inside me before I was ready to take it all. My toes gripped the floor as he held my waist and rammed his dick inside me like a machine instead of a man. I couldn’t stay up on my feet. My pussy was about to explode from all the pounding. I was being fucked hard and recklessly. When my weak legs gave up, he lifted my body and tossed me across the bed like I weighed nothing.

I couldn’t take him pounding me from behind. It was too much. I was going to cream if he entered me in that position. He was hitting too many of my hot spots from behind. I quickly turned to lie on my back.

Zand placed my feet flat on the bed and crawled in between my legs. He placed his arms on both sides of my face and bent to kiss me. He trailed those kisses to my breasts and sucked each one of my nipples to fine, firm points. My body arched to meet his mouth. He reached down and pushed the tip of his dick into my drenched pussy. My body shivered as he pushed in deeper and deeper.

I placed my index finger in my mouth to muffle my moans. After he was all the way in, he started beating my insides to bits with his massive dick. He was fucking me on autopilot, and my body was shaking and convulsing as he poked my pussy to death.

“Oh god Zand!” I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled my hands off the mattress to entangle them in his hair.

“You’re mine. Say it.” He groaned into my ear. “Say it!” He started to pull his dick out of me when I hesitated.

“I’m yours.” Came out of my mouth at the same time as my orgasm crashed through my body. I grabbed his hair so tight I thought I pulled some of it out of his head.

My face was wet with tears because that shit was great and then Zand pumped his hot liquid inside me and his entire body shook so fiercely he lifted my limp body off the bed. I thought he was done, but he pumped himself inside me three more times for good measure. He released my trembling legs and let them fall to the mattress.

I hurried and wiped my face before he could tell my tears from my sweat. My heart was racing so fast it was scaring me. I needed to calm down. I was too young to have a heart attack.

Zand kissed my cheek. “Don’t you ever ghost me again.” He playfully bit into my cheek. “Did you hear me?” His voice pulsed through my ears and curled my toes.

“Yes.” I heard him, but my throat was too dry to come up with a full sentence.

I was overheated and wet. This workout didn’t compare to the gym. I had been stretched in twenty-two different directions. I was bent over and sideways. All I wanted to do was lay flat. I wanted a quick nap because his dick had put me into a coma.

“Chanel, if you disappear again.” He stopped to control his words.

“I’m not. I’m here.” I hated he had hooked me with his charm, his good looks, his amazing tongue and his rapid fire incredible Hulk dick.

“Look at me.” I opened my eyes, and he was hovering over me. He was staring down at me with those fucking sweet caramel fuck me eyes of his. “I meant everything I said when I was inside you.”

“You’re still inside me.”

His lips curled into a half smile. “Yeah, I am.” He placed a passionate kiss on my lips and I felt his dick flinch inside me. He shifted his weight and pulled me into a more comfortable position while managing to keep his dick inside me. “You’re tired.”

“I’m exhausted.” I couldn’t move my body. I’d taken a beating. He wasn’t playing when he said he wanted to fuck the shit out of me.

“Close your eyes. Sleep.”

I was physically and emotionally drained. My pussy was raw. My nipples were sore. I would never feel comfortable under these awkward circumstances, but Zand was different. He made me feel complete. I would be lying if I didn’t think he was peculiar. But he seemed honest and genuine, and it cancelled out all the apprehension I felt about his weird behavior. I knew I was falling for him in the worse way and there was nothing I could do about it. There was just one thing. I could strap on a parachute and hope it opens.