Page 60 of His & Hers

He pulled away from me, studying me carefully as he tilted my chin up to his.

“Then I guess I’m involved, Layla.”

This time he removed my bra with ease, and I gasped as his mouth met my nipple. He pushed me down onto the bed, peeling down my underwear as he gazed at me.

“If you want me to stop, you’re going to have to beg.”

The air left my body when he said that, and I shook my head.

I wasn’t about to start begging.

“I’m kinda hungry,” he confessed, and I frowned in confusion.

“Oh! Okay, well, let’s go eat, I guess?”

“Not you. Just me,” Zane corrected before burying his head between my legs.

I wasn’t a virgin, but this was something else entirely. I’d told Steve that I was so that he would leave me alone. As Zane’s tongue licked my folds expertly, I forgot all about any thoughts of reality. His hands cupped my ass as he lifted me into his mouth, a vision of platinum blonde hair and those wicked green eyes.

A finger brushed against my clit as I sucked in a breath, hearing him murmur against me.

“You taste so good.”

I began to shudder then, my fingers gripping the sheets as I lost control. He didn’t stop until I looked at him, watching him kiss the inside of my thighs.

“I thought you were a virgin!” I gasped, unable to speak properly.

He chuckled before sliding my underwear back up my legs.

“I am. Just not with oral sex.” Zane shrugged, and I laughed nervously.

“Well, uh, thank you—”

“It wasn’t a favor, Layla. It was simply a demand, from your body to mine. I just gave you what you needed.” He handed me my bra, sliding it over my arms as he kissed my neck, clipping it back together for me with ease. I was in shock, both from the sexual attack and the gentleman he was, even now in the bedroom.

“Can I do anything for you?” I asked stupidly, feeling out of my depth suddenly.

I would probably cum again if he whipped out his cock for me to devour.

Instead, he tugged my t-shirt over my head, dragging me back onto his lap as he held me close.

“Yeah. You can start by telling me the truth.”

26

ZANE

I stared at Layla in horror as she spoke quietly, her fingers twisting a thread of fabric from her t-shirt mindlessly.

“I didn’t even know he owed that much money. I came back from the states to find these men in his house. He was at work, and they were waiting for him,” she explained, her eyes closing as she spoke. “Steve was there.”

Anger swept through my veins as she said his name, the fear in her eyes real. I wasn’t sure I should listen to any more of this.

“Layla. Wait a minute. Are you telling me your dad was an addict? And he owed money to Steve?”

“He owed money to Steve’s Dad.”

I nodded slowly, the pieces of the jigsaw finally coming together in my mind.