Page 96 of Seeking Shadows

Cameras.

My heart stutters. I freeze.

“Zane,” I whisper, breathless, dazed.

His tongue doesn’t stop. He flicks it slowly against my swollen slit, lips soaked with me, eyes wild with something too primal to name.

“Yes,” he answers darkly, as if he already knows what I’m about to say.

“There are cameras here.” My voice is shaky, but his doesn’t waver.

He lifts his head, mouth glistening, and smiles like the devil finally getting his dues.

“I know,” he says. “Let him watch.”

“Zane—”

“I told you I’d fuck you in front of them,” he growls, grabbing my hips and yanking me back onto his face with brute force. “And I keep my promises. This—” he thrusts his tongue deep again, groaning against me, “—this is me keeping it.”

My legs shake, nails clawing at the cold brick wall. Every flick of his tongue is punishment and worship at once—slow, wet, cruelly controlled. He devours me like he wants Adam to feel every second of it.

“Let him see what’s his nightmare and my fucking heaven.”

I cry out, hips grinding down against his mouth, and he growls again, eyes flicking up to mine—possessive, unhinged.

“You think he can touch you like this?” he snarls. “He can’t even look at you without pissing me off. So now he gets to watch.”

“Zane, fuck—”

He stands suddenly, unbuckling his belt, eyes dark and wild, and lifts my leg high to the side, pinning me to the alley wall.

“Say my name when you come,” he hisses, voice right against my mouth, “so he knows exactly who you fucking belong to.”

And then he slams into me—hard, brutal, claiming. There’s no hesitation, no mercy.

Only us.

And the cameras blinking red like a crown over our sin.

His kind of love was messy. Wild. Possessive.

But underneath it all, he was still that boy who looked at me like I was everything.

And I was.

I was his.

CHAPTER 18

ZANE

The phone vibratesand I pick it up without hesitation—already knowing who it is.

"Zane," Charlie’s voice crackles through the line before I can even speak. "How’s the mission going?"

I lean back against the wall, trying to shake the tension in my shoulders. "I’m doing well as Reign. Nico’s buying it so far, but I need to be careful. Paulina’s the wild card. She’s the one who could blow everything up."

Charlie’s voice sharpens, no time for small talk. "You’re running out of time. The longer you stay there, the more dangerous it gets. You need to come back before it’s too late."

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