Page 15 of Escape From Me

As if on some queue from hell, the door behind me clicked as it opened and a small hand slipped into mine.

“Zeiden? Are these your friends?”

I pushed her back inside and slammed the door behind me.

“No. Just no. I am keeping you all to myself. If they get involved, then shit just gets real. No. They don’t get to have you.”

There was a knock on the door and I ignored it.

“What? What do you mean they can’t have me? Is that an option? You never did ask why I’m all about throwing myself at you. Anything and anyone has to be better than losing my virginity to an asshole at least twice my age who wouldn’t have a care in the world. So, if you don’t want it?—”

I grabbed her neck and pulled her lips to mine, shutting her the fuck up.

Every damn word she said tainted my vision pink until finally all I saw was red. My damn jaw was aching, but her lips against mine? Her words cut off? Nope, I was still fucking pissed.

I pushed her backward, the hand around her throat giving her zero room to protest. I stopped when her ass hit the bed and there was nowhere else to go.

I let her breathe for a moment so I could scold her.

“No. Not a fucking option. They both have wives. Or, well, will both have wives in a matter of a few days. And no, not an option even if they didn’t. You are mine, little dove.”

I could feel the air as it passed through my hold on her throat. Just tight enough that she could breathe, and that she wasn’t saying much.

“Zeid, come back out here. Bring the little cutie too. We’re making snacks.”

X’s voice held that same air of nothing is serious, and normally it didn’t bother me. They could do no wrong. But right now?

“I’m going to fucking gut you and make you watch as I strangle you with your own entrails, you prick,” I yelled over my shoulder.

I could hear him laugh because here, the doors were not soundproof.

“Zeiden?” She started to claw at my hand and I released her.

“What? What, Daisy?”

My chest heaved in air like I’d just run a damn marathon. But I hadn’t. No. I was just… Fucking hell. I was jealous. I was angry. I was starved.

I kissed her again like I was desperate for a fix of the craving she was. Fuck. One taste had been my undoing, but a second? She was a damn drug.

My tongue played at her tight lips, prodding for her to open for me, and she did. She let my tongue in to explore and taste her. Hers tangled against mine as I let myself explore her body like I hadn’t before. She’d asked for it. She’d given mepermission, and even if she hadn’t, she should be punished for making me want her.

My fingers slid over the tops of her thighs, pushing up the hoodie. I slid my hands around the backs of her thighs and lifted her on the bed, making her spread her legs so I could fit in between them.

I wanted her like I wanted my next breath.

I could feel the way her breathing changed under my touch with every inch I gained up her thigh to between her legs. When I slid the backs of my fingers over her pussy, her panties were drenched.

I broke the kiss to nibble down her jawbone to her neck, adding pressure to my hand over her panties, keeping her from exactly what she wanted.

Torturing her in my own little way.

“You’re already so needy. One orgasm, and you’re already the perfect little good girl for me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was fact. She responded to my touch like I was an on/off switch.

“Yes. Please, Zeid. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else.”

Fuck. My brothers were on the other side of that damn door. I kissed my way back up to her ear to whisper, “How quiet can you be, Daisy? I’d hate to share your first time with my brothers and their wives.”

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