Page 42 of Left in the Dark

Rounding the building, I ignore her protests. Pulling the door open, I carry her inside and lock it before I set her on her feet.

She’s like a feral kitten as she tries to snatch her flip-flops from my hands. I quickly lift them in the air before I grab her by the throat and push her against the wall.

Terror is in her eyes as she freezes, her face draining of color. I immediately release her throat, tossing her flip-flops near the door without taking my eyes off hers. “I won’t hurt you, Delaney. At least, not in any way you wouldn’t like.”

My words seem to penetrate her paralysis. She blinks before anger turns her face scarlet. Her breathing accelerates, and she scowls at me. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing?—”

I slide my hand up her thigh, moving to the hem of her black cover-up. Beneath it is the red string bikini that shows entirely too much skin. “I think you know what I’m doing.” My fingers graze her bikini bottoms, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

“No, minx. Don’t try to stifle your noises.” My other hand pulls her bottom lip free, and the whimper slips out. “I wanna hear them.”

“W-Why?”

“Why do you I wanna hear them, or why am I doing this?”

“B-Both.”

“I’m so fucking pissed, but damn, I’ve missed your tight, wet pussy.” I lower my head against her neck, closing my eyes and inhaling her scent.

For a moment, I can pretend she’s mine again.

“The noises you make when I touch, lick, or fuck you haunt me.” My fingers slide beneath the edge of her swimsuit, and when she releases a shaky breath and spreads her legs apart, I take that as an invitation.

My fingers slide to her pussy, and I moan at how wet she is. “You’re gonna have to tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” I graze over her opening. She moans, her head falling back against the wall. With her long locks pulled into a ponytail, I have unfettered access to her neck, and I take advantage, my lips moving to her skin, sucking it into my mouth and marking her.

“Zayne.” Her hands slide up my back, causing me to shiver. She stills, her voice concerned. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, minx. I’ve been craving your touch for weeks now.” I slowly slide one finger inside her tight opening. The whimper that falls from her lips makes my cock throb.

Her fingers curl, nails digging into my back. “Oh, fuck. That feels so good.”

“Mmmm.” My lips latch onto the side of her neck as I slide my finger out to the tip, then back inside her. “So fucking tight and wet.” I suck harder, and she turns her head slightly, giving me more access. “I can’t wait to feel you clenching my cock.”

“Yes…” Her nails scrape down my back. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Her words should anger me, but they have the opposite effect. I hike her leg over my hip, and I shift my hand so I can tease her clit while I finger her.

“So goddamn wet. This pussy is weeping for me, Delaney.” I bite her neck, smiling because Tim and her dickhead father will see her throat all marked up.

“Jesus, Zayne,” she pants against my ear. “Fuck.”

“You still on the pill, minx?”

Her voice is a breathless whisper. “Yeah, why?”

“Good.” I slide my fingers out of her, pushing her leg down before yanking her bottoms off. “Cause I’m about to ruin this pussy with my cock.” I grab her and push her in front of the mirror. “Hands on the sink. Stick your ass out… Good girl….”

She moans, her eyes locked on me in the mirror’s reflection. The hungry burning in them is my undoing.

I fumble with my running shorts, shoving them down my legs. My cock springs free, precum dripping from the tip because I’m so anxious to be inside her. She turns me on like no other woman can.

I adjust her, arching her back further. “Yes. Just like that.” I line myself up with her entrance and then thrust inside.

“Ahhhh,” she moans, her fingers sliding as she tries to grip the sink.

A stream of curses comes from my lips as I grip her hip while holding myself still, feeling her tight walls clamping around me.

“I’m gonna need?—”

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