Page 129 of Offside Devil

I repeat the words to myself again and again and again, but I know they’re all lies.

Zane works a hand between us, his thumb applying the barest pressure to my clit that has me seeing stars against my closed lids. “Open your eyes or I swear to fucking God I’ll leave you like this.”

I want to argue. He wouldn’t.

But I know he would.

“You’re mine and I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine.” He shudders and arranges my leg higher over his hip. “You’re going to know who’s inside of you, Mira. You’re going to look into my eyes and know that it’s me. That no one else can make you come like I do. That no one else fills you like I do.”

His words feel even dirtier than the fucking.

His mouth is everywhere and his cock is inside of me and I’m in the most exquisite, perfect pain I’ve ever experienced in my life.

“God, you’re close.” He drops his forehead to mine. “I can feel you. Don’t make me stop, Mira. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Zane is at the brink with me. There’s a desperate edge to his command and I don’t want this to end. The thought of this moment slipping away is terrifying enough that I do as he says.

I look.

And when I do, the world is his blue eyes. It’s sapphire and sky and deep, deep ocean and pitch black desire that matches my own.

“There you are,” he murmurs in a filthy rasp. “There you are.”

Oh, fucking hell. Here I am.

I should have ran out of that bathroom the day we met and never stopped. I should have booked it right back down the stairs when it was Zane standing in the doorway the day I showed up to the interview.

If I’d known how absolutely and completely this man would destroy me, I never would have given him the chance.

But I did—and there’s no going back now.

The dam breaks and I cry out. I curl my fingers in his hair and hold him against me as I come helplessly on Zane’s cock. “Zane…”

He drives in deep and stays there. His hips stutter. He groans against my neck as he spills into me.

I stroke his hair and cling to him. I’m shaking, but I don’t want him to put me down. As long as we stay in this moment, I don’t have to face what comes after.

But eventually, it has to end.

We’re tangled together, breathing heavily, when someone knocks on the bathroom door. Zane places my feet on the floor. “We should go. They’ve been knocking for a few minutes.”

“They have…?”

I didn’t hear a thing. I’m pretty sure the entire building could have been engulfed in flames and I wouldn’t have known.

He smirks and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing? We already had sex,” I blurt.

He slips out of his shirt and hands it to me. “I ripped your dress.”

I stare at the shirt and his bare chest, my brain working hard to compute anything when so much of his skin is exposed. “I can’t walk out there in your shirt! Everyone will know we just had sex in here.”

“And what will they think if you walk out naked?”

He makes a good point.

“Fine. Thanks.” I take it and shove my arms into the sleeves. It’s warm and smells like him. “I’m keeping this.”

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