Page 47 of Taeja

“You know you love sleeping with me.”

Taeja rolled her eyes, pulling away to glare at him. “You guys should stop saying I have a big ego because your egos are on another level.”

He chuckled, slapping her ass as she turned around. “Have fun, baby.”

Taeja didn’t answer. Instead, she took steady steps to the room she was in earlier. She assumed that was where Zain went.

As expected, he was.

Zain was shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed and tapping away on his phone. His brows furrowed while he typed. His grip tightened around the phone, relaxing as he looked at her, and his face softened.

Taeja’s heart melted. This man was usually so cold, yet she brought out something in him. Just like he did her.

She gave him a shy smile, now unsure if she wanted to fuck him or simply be in his presence.

“Are you going to come in or stand there all day?” he asked, and Taeja’s smile washed away.

Sighing, she walked into the room, then closed the door behind her. She sat at the top of the bed, being mindful of his space. From here, she had a better view of his locs hiding some of the fading scars on his shoulders. Her hands curled into fists. She hated whoever did this to him. She hoped they were rotting in hell.

“Taeja,” Zain’s voice pierced the stillness.

She didn’t look away from his scars. “Yes?”

“I can feel you staring,” he said, and she looked at the back of his head.

“You’re mine to look at.”

Zain snickered and turned around to look at her while putting his phone aside. “Your mouth, Taeja.”

She smiled. “You say that a lot, but you never do anything about it.”

His brows raised. A small smirk crawled onto his face. “Oh?”

“Yup.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

Her eyes trailed his sculpted body before meeting his eyes again. He looked at her similarly to how he did this morning. But this one was more intense and had her hairs raising in sweet anticipation.

“I have a few ideas.”

“Make them actions.”

Taeja’s lips parted, but no words came out. Moments ago, she’d been so sure of herself. Hell, hours ago she’d been so sure of herself.

And now a cat caught her tongue.

This always happened with Zain.

With him, her boldness felt different. It wasn’t the type where she’d make the first move, then lead the rest of the moment if she desired to. With him, he made her bold enough to submit. She’d always willfully give him the reins and allow him to dominate her completely.

And right now, she was giving her power over to him again. He could break her if he chose to, but he wouldn’t. This was Zain. He got her in ways no one else did. She admired that about him.

“Come here, Taeja.” He curled a finger. “Let me put your mouth to use.”

She stood and walked toward him. She stopped before him, eagerly awaiting what he wanted her to do next.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

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