Page 31 of Psychological War

The next thing I knew he set me down on the ground, ripping my pants off before picking me back up and shoving me against the wall. His mouth was on mine in no time. His knuckles brushed against my folds. I couldn’t control the moans that left me. Zane apparently liked everything because he was grunting and moaning all the same.

Stop this.

My brain tried reasoning with me. I really should stop this. I needed to.

Breaking away from his mouth I opened it to tell him we needed to stop, we needed to at the very least slow down. But I couldn’t, not when he gave no warning before he drove his cock into my pussy.

“FUCK!” I screamed. He ripped me apart. Tears fell from my face, and Zane instantly began licking my cheek. He didn’t give up, not giving my body time to acclimate to his size. He thrust into me, thrusting like a man on death row.

“Holy fuck, Salem, you’re so god damn wet.” He moaned.

Why were this man’s moans so fucking attractive?

My hands reached around to his back. Tearing it apart, I dragged my nails into his back. He just fucked me hard, my back pressed against the wall. I would feel all this tomorrow.

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” I chanted. I couldn’t catch my breath. Zane gave no indication of giving up either. He pounded into me. My orgasms took hold of my body. I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

Burying my face into his neck I bit down onto his upper trap muscle, biting down hard enough to make him bleed. Zane growled, one hand holding my ass while the other reaching for my throat. Pressing against me we stared at each other.

His cock got even harder if that was possible. My nipples strained against my leather top, and I knew he could see them. Slamming his lips against mine I knew he could taste his blood from them.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned against my lips. His thrusts became sloppy before he gave another four thrusts, slamming me into the wall before I felt the warmness of him spilling into me.

The moment he stopped moving is the same moment I realized what just happened. We stared at each other, not speaking. Slowly he lowered me to the ground. Grabbing my pants I yanked them on and when I looked back up at Zane, I could see the smirk. Like he’d just won something. He had already shoved his dick back into his pants and done them up.

In a split moment of anger I drew back punching him in his face before running off into the darkness.

What had I done?

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Zane

Settingherdownontothe ground I tucked myself into my pants. I watched as she shoved her pants on. I had no idea what even came over me, but the moment I saw her stabbing Orlando not giving a single fuck about the blood that poured onto her, I couldn’t control my actions. She took everything over. My brain couldn’t process anything but wanting her.

It was like my brain shut off anything real and all I saw was her.

Salem.

I saw Salem, the beautiful masterpiece, stabbing him. I almost didn’t stop her, I enjoyed her getting whatever she needed from him. I didn’t know what it was, but my dick was hard for her.

Just as I was thinking of something to say to her, she reared back and punched me in the face. I didn’t get a chance to curse or even blink before she ran. I didn’t know what I excepted from her after fucking her hard up against the wall, but her running away was not one of them.

Wiping the blood from my nose I laughed to myself while I made a quick glance at Orlando. Poor fucker’s face was basically done in. Who knew if they would even be able to tell who it was?

Shaking my head, I walked outside to my truck. I changed out of my shirt since it was the only thing that had blood on it. Once I was clean enough, I pulled away. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face just thinking about Salem and the way she squeezed my cock.

The moment I stepped inside the house Tobias was running towards me and jumped into my arms. It was something he did often. He knew I would always catch him.

“Uncle Zaney, you’re finally home.” Tobias giggled trying to tickle my neck. I gave him a little laugh, although it didn’t tickle one bit. It made him happy.

“It’s late, what are you doing awake?” I asked. Walking further into the house I carried him into the kitchen where Mila sat on Dimitri’s lap. Killian stood at the stove making something that smelled weird. “Why is everyone awake?” I asked Tobias to sit down on the chair before taking the chair across from Dimitri and Mila.

“Luca has been blowing my phone up,” Dimitri stated.

“What for?”

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