I pull off her shirt, loving she doesn’t fight it anymore. Her scar is every bit as sexy as she is. She pulls off my shirt, dropping it on the floor. Her hands trail down my chest to my abs and she unbuttons my jeans. I help her get them off, kicking them off the bed. I do the same to her, lightly trailing my fingers down to her jeans. She lifts her hips as I pull them down. I lift her to sit, as I remove her bra next. Her hard-pink nipples are begging for my attention. I lean forward sucking one into my mouth. She moans when I pinch the other, twisting it between my fingers. Her hand slinks between us, palming my hard cock. I moan against her nipple, biting down on it. I pull back, letting it pop out of my mouth.
“Fuck, Harper,” I breathe out.
I quickly remove my boxers as well as her panties. My fingers slip between her legs, feeling how wet she is. After they are coated in her wetness, I rub small circles on her clit.
“Oh Zane, please,” she moans out as her head drops back.
I pinch her clit, whispering, “Please what, babe?” She rubs her pussy against my hand, and it takes all my control not to slam into her. “I fucking love when you beg me.” She lets out a soft whimper, pressing harder against my hand. I move my hand and grab onto her waist. I turn so my back is against the headboard and she’s straddling me. I grab a hold of her hair, pulling it so her head goes back. My tongue drags up her neck and I bite her ear. “Beg me, Harper. Beg me for what you want.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rocks her hips. “Please, Zane. I need you to fuck me,” she cries out.
I grip her hips and slam my rock-hard cock into her. We both cry out as we begin to move. My fingers dig into her ass, helping her keep the fast pace. Her heavy tits are bouncing, her rigid nipples beckoning for me. My teeth scrape against one, causing her to scream out. As she rides my dick, I worship her tits. Her tight pussy is squeezing me, trying to pull my orgasm from me.
I slip a hand between us, rubbing her clit. “Fuck,” she cries out.
Her eyes are closed, but I can’t take mine off of her. The way her body moves against mine, her silky skin beginning to glisten with sweat. The way her mouth is slightly open as the sounds of her pleasure surround us. The way her essence coats my cock, more and more with every thrust. She’s perfection. She takes my breath away. She’s mine.
“Oh Zane, I’m gonna come,” she screams.
I rub her clit harder and faster, as she rides me just as forcefully. “You feel so good, babe. Your tight cunt is squeezing me, begging for release. Let me feel you come on me,” I groan.
She cries out my name when I pinch her sensitive clit. Watching her come undone on top of me is the most powerful feeling. I do this to her. I make her body scream with pleasure, burn with desire, and rip apart from release. She does the same for me, giving her just as much power.
“Fuck,” I groan, as I feel my orgasm building. I pound into her a few more times, moaning her name as I come inside her.
I pull her against me, holding her tight. “I love you, Harper.”
“I love you, Zane.”
Harper
I’m still in disbelief. When Zane told me about running Souls Two it was shocking. I never expected that. I smile as I brush my wet hair. If anyone told me a year ago that I’d be running a strip club for the enemy, I would have died laughing. I would have told them they were crazy. Yet, here I am, getting ready to go look at the building that I will be turning into Souls Two. Zane has to stay here and handle business. Which I know means kill Dom. A part of me feels sorry for him, having known him most of my life. However, it quickly fades when I remember all the things, he’s done to me. He was in no way a gentle man. He took advantage of me and I had no options at that point. I had to let it all happen. The more I think back, the more I start to hope he is suffering like I did. He doesn’t deserve my thoughts.
I didn’t ask Zane if Dom told him anything, because I know he didn’t. He’s not going to give up my father or anything to do with the club. He’ll take it all to his grave. Which is how it should be. Anyone who rats, deserves worse than death. Dom will be gone by the time we get back and I’m glad. Having him here is making it hard to focus. He's a horrible memory of the past and I need it gone.
The door opening pulls me from my thoughts. “Hey baby,” I say, smiling at Zane.
“I gotta say, I love seeing that beautiful smile on your face, babe,” he says. He sits in the chair changing out of his sneakers and into boots.
I swallow watching him. “Let me go before you kill him, alright. I have enough bad memories of him, I don’t need another one.”
He stands, walking to me. His hands wrap around my face and he forces me to look up at him. “That was the plan, babe. I don’t want you here fo
r anything else and Ivy really needs to get the hell out of here. Finn and Riley are going with you.” He presses his strong lips to mine. “I hate that you know so much.”
I sigh and pull away. “Sometimes I do, too, but I’m not Ivy. I know what this life is, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. And I sure as fuck wouldn’t have it with anyone other than you.”
He grins, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck. “I’m gonna make you so fucking happy.”
A smile spreads across my face, as my heart pounds in my chest. “You already do.”
He uses his hand to pull me closer, his blue eyes clear and confident. “There’s so much more.”
My body burns with desire at his words. There’s always more with him. More love, more comfort, more safety. He truly is my world. My heart literally beats because of him.
A knock on the door pops our bubble and he steps back. “Z, we’re waiting for Harper,” Riley says.
I nod and pull my hair up into a messy, wet bun. “Please be careful,” I say, pushing up on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck.