Page 11 of Left in the Dark

Delaney

There’s a knock on the dressing room door.Callie’s going to be pissed at me for dawdling.I’m still wearing the red dress, reading over Zayne’s texts.

With a sigh, I open it, shock widening my eyes. It’s not Callie standing there.

It’s Zayne.

He grins at me, looking every inch the bad boy that makes women’s brains short-circuit, before pushing me inside. Shutting and locking the door behind him, he turns, advancing on me until I’m pressed against the wall.

“Are you crazy?” I hiss, my eyes wide. “You can’t?—”

His lips slam against mine, silencing me. I moan, my arms sliding around his neck, my fingers running through his hair.

He pulls back slightly. “Stop running your fucking mouth, minx. I have better uses for it.”

He grinds his hard dick against me, his lips covering mine again. With a moan, my hands slide down his back to his ass, squeezing it.

“No place I’d rather be than insidemypussy.”

His words penetrate my lust-induced fog. I pull back, glaring at him, and hiss, “Your pussy? It’s not?—”

“Bullshit. That sweet pussy is allmine. Just like you own my fucking cock.” His lips curl in a smug smile as I grind my hips against him. “Which you can’t seem to stay away from.”

“You’re an asshole.” My lips press against his.

“I’myourasshole.” He pulls back, his nearly obsidian eyes soft, contrasting with his growly words and pushy attitude.

I’d never tell him this, but I love it when he’s demanding, jealous, and possessive.

He shifts slightly, his hand sliding beneath the fabric of the red dress. “This pussy knows who she belongs to. Your panties are soaked, my lying lil minx.”

I bite my lip, but not before a whimper slides from my lips. “I don’t belong to you.”

“Yes, you do. You love me.” He wraps his hand around my throat, proving his point. “I see it in your beautiful eyes.”

His husky voice makes me shiver, and my resistance snaps. “Zayne. Please.”

“Please, what? Fingermybeautiful pussy before I fuck it?”

I melt against him, not bothering to argue. My body is on fire from his dirty words. “Yes. I need you.”

His hand is still wrapped around my throat, holding me hostage. He doesn’t need to do that to trap me in his spell. I’m completely captivated byhim.

His hand rubs against the sheer material of my underwear, curses coming from his lips. “Fuck. I need to see these panties.”

In a flash, his hand leaves my neck, and he yanks the dress up, bunching it at my hips. I lean against the wall, burning up from the heated way he’s looking at me.

A low whistle comes from his lips, and I nearly ruin my damn panties from the sound. He licks his lips like a ravenous wolf before his eyes burn into mine. “I changed my mind. I need to feast onmypussy before I stick my cock in it.”

“Oh, God, yes. Lick me.”

His mouth presses against the delicate fabric of my panties. I whimper, running my fingers through his dark strands. “Stop teasing. Taste me, Zayne.”

He shakes his head, dragging another moan from my lips. He pulls away enough to say, “I need you to say it. Tell me your pussy belongs to me.”

My nails dig into his scalp as I scowl down at him. “I’m not?—”

He moves away, and panic courses beneath my skin.

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