Page 170 of Offside Devil

Some half-feral, desperate moan claws out of my throat as our bodies slap together. As he drives his frustration into me until my legs are shaking and Zane is the only thing holding me up.

Suddenly, he wraps my hair around his fist and pulls. My shoulder blades slap against his chest, and his hand slips from my hip to my center. He drives into me and stays there, rocking our bodies together until I’m seeing stars.

“Zane…” I gasp.

He holds me by the throat, squeezing just tightly enough that I can’t get another word out. That all I can do is breathe while he fucks me deep.

“Am I supposed to feel better?” he snarls against the shell of my ear. “Is this what you think I want, Mira?”

His words swirl around the mess of my head, and I can’t make sense of them. Not when devastating heat is building low in my body, building with every shift of Zane inside of me. He’s holding me here at the edge, and I’m not sure if he’s going to fall with me or throw me over the side and watch me shatter at the bottom.

“I want you, Zane.” I might as well drop to my knees and beg; the words come out that desperate and broken. “I always want you.”

His teeth latch onto my ear. “How much of me?”

“All of you.”

A dark laugh rumbles through his chest. “Ironic.”

Something is wrong, but I can’t think. I can’t stand. I can’t do anything but dangle here where he’s left me, entirely at his mercy.

“I already gave you all of me,” he says. “But you never returned the favor.”

My eyes snap open, the words finally penetrating, just as he grips my hips and slams into me. I cry out and want to tell him to stop, but I also don’t want him to stop at all.

We need to talk, but Zane works his fingers over my clit and fills me from behind and completely overrides the alarm bells ringing in my brain.

Pleasure rises up in me so fast I’m helpless to stop it. I drop the back of my head to his shoulder and cry out. I clench around him, my orgasm shredding through me like it doesn’t belong to me at all.

Zane groans in my ear, and I think he’s going to fall with me. But before I’m even finished, he yanks himself out of me and drops me against the wall.

I catch myself on shaky arms, my knees buckling. Slowly, I turn to face him, letting my back slide down the wall until I’m in a heap on the floor.

Zane is tucking his erection back into his pants. His neck is red and his shoulders are tense.

“You didn’t finish,” I pant, pointing out the obvious. “We can try something else.”

“Good idea. Let’s try something else.” He saunters closer. “What are you keeping from me, Mira?”

My brain is buzzing with post-sex hormones and I’m still naked. I’m as vulnerable as I’ve ever been and Zane’s question slices to the heart of me.

Tears burn against the backs of my eyes. “N-nothing.”

His top lip curls in distaste or anger. Maybe both.

Because we both know I’m lying—but after years of being on my own, of running, I don’t know how to do anything else.

“I gave you all of me, Mira. Everything. But you’re holding back.”

I shake my head. “I’m not, Zane. It’s not—You know me.”

He barks out a laugh and shoves to his feet. “I don’t know a fucking thing about you, Mira. Nothing. Where you were born, who your parents are. I don’t even know your middle name!”

I open my mouth to tell him, but I can’t.

I don’t know it myself.

“You know me,” I insist instead. He knows me better than anyone ever has.

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