Page 37 of Cruel Fate

“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” he murmurs against the inside of my thigh. His lips brush the sensitive skin there, and it’s almost as good as his tongue on my clit.

“Yes. No. Not this way. Please, Zane.”

“Yes. Like this. I took last time, and tonight is for you. Come, Stella, come for me, baby girl.”

His mouth covers my pussy and he sucks my clit. He cups my ass pulling me close, and I move against him, closer still.

Moaning, I come, the orgasm sparking in my belly and shooting through the rest of my body. Zane’s hands hold me in place as he laps at my cum like it’s honey and he can’t get enough. He licks until the pleasure becomes pain, and I try to wiggle away.

He doesn’t let me go. “No, again,” he demands, and he sucks at my engorged clit.

Tears gather in my eyes. I can’t come again. I’ve never been able to give myself multiple orgasms, but Zane shoves two fingers inside me, and the pressure changes from pain to something else. He licks my clit, slowly, gently, and it’s enough to send me over.

The orgasm rocking through me hurts, but it feels good, too, the pleasured pain a sensation that’s not familiar.

Zane moans, twisting his fingers, the tip of one grazing the most sensitive spot in my whole body. He teases out the last of my orgasm, and tears run down my cheeks.

He tenderly cleans me using a starched white handkerchief he pulls out of his pocket.

I’m so raw, and my insides are sliding around like I’m drunk. He adjusts my panties, and while he’s still on his knees, pats his lips and dries his chin.

I try to push my skirt down over my hips, but he does that for me, even tucking in the hem of my blouse.

“Are you okay?” he asks, wrapping his arms around me and kissing away my tears.

“Yes.” I release a shaky breath. “I’ve never felt so...” I want to say loved, taken care of. Pampered.

He must be so hard and uncomfortable after that, but he only holds me, giving me no indication he wants more.

I rest my head against his chest, my cheek grazing his tie.

“Good?” he finishes.

I nod.

“That’s good. It’s what I wanted. Stella,” he says, leaning away and brushing his thumb over my damp jaw, “this has gone so fast, maybe too fast, but from the first moment I met you, I knew. I knew you were special. Please don’t be scared of me or where this is going. I need you.”

It’s like he heard all my internal struggles and knew just the things to say to ease my fears. Wearegoing too fast, but if he slowed us down, he’d break my heart. What he’s done to me is already irreparable.

“I promise,” I whisper.

Zane kisses me, and my flavor saturates my mouth. Heat stirs in my belly, and he feels the tension. “You’re insatiable,” he says, amused, his fingertip tracing my lips. “I don’t have time to do more, though it would be nice to have you. You’re meeting Zarah?”

I nod. I don’t know how much time has passed.

“Have fun planning my torture. Think about me between your legs while you talk about dinner entrées and floral centerpieces.”

Lifting onto my toes, I murmur against his lips, “Think about me, lowering myself onto your cock, inch by inch, while you sit in on another conference call. You’ve had your way with me twice. Next time, it’s my turn.”

When I step out of his office, he has a dopey smile on his face, and I tamp back my own smile. I sit behind my desk and just then, thankfully, Zarah texts me. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I shut my computer down, grab my purse, and meet her downstairs. I hope she doesn’t know what her brother and I have been doing, but her smirk says otherwise.

Crap.

We go back to the Sweet Apple, but instead of sitting in the crowded dining room, she leads me upstairs to a small office. A desk sits along one wall, and a conference table that seats six is positioned near a window that looks out onto the city street.

I’m surprised we don’t go to their penthouse, but Zarah seems content to settle into the cozy room.

“Do you want something to eat?” she asks, lifting the receiver of a phone sitting on the desk.

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