Chapter 28 Do I Fuck you better than Zane?

Chapter 28 Do I Fuck you better than Zane?


TALIA POV

“Do I fuck you better than Zane?” he asked.

I paused and stopped moving up and down on his cock, but he didn’t want me to stop. His grip tightened on my waist as his hips jerked up, slamming his cock deeper into me.

“Hmm… fuck,” I moaned as my pussy throbbed, a mix of pleasure and slight pain coursing through me.

“Tell me, Talia, do I fuck you better than Zane?” he pressed again, his voice rough as he kept thrusting into me hard, my pussy clenching around him.

“Fuck yes… yes, you fuck me better than Zane,” I admitted, gasping for air. My hands dug into his hair as he kept slamming into me, my tits bouncing with the force of his rhythm.

“Fucking hell, Liam… yes… like that,” I moaned as my tits bounced and slapped against his chest, my wet pussy dripping on him as his cock hardened even more inside me.

He grabbed my tits and squeezed them tightly before taking one back into his mouth again. His lips closed around my breast, sucking like his life depended on it while both his hands held my waist as I bounced up and down on his cock.

My pussy clenched around him again, and he slid one hand down, rubbing my clit slowly. His thumb circled my clit, making my grip tighten in his hair as I tried to hold back a cry.

He rubbed my clit slowly at first, then increased his pace, his fingers working against me as I kept bouncing on his cock without control.

“Look at you, Talia… you’re dripping for your husband’s stepbrother,” he muttered.

That wasn’t what I expected, but it was the truth. I was fucking my husband’s stepbrother in his car… and it felt so good. My body tensed with pleasure, every nerve alive.

“Hmm… fuck,” he groaned as he lifted me slightly, his cock driving deeper before he suddenly stilled and released inside me, his cum spilling and trailing down his length.

I stilled too, breathing heavily as I tucked my hair behind my ears and returned to my seat. I hugged myself tightly, my skin still tingling.

Liam adjusted himself and started the car.

I didn’t look at him.

Not after what we just did.

I couldn’t.

I just stared ahead, my thoughts spinning, my chest tight as everything began to settle in.

He grabbed the steering wheel and drove off, his jaw tight and eyes fixed on the road. The engine hummed as we left the front of the motel, and in no time we arrived at the mansion. The ride was silent, heavy, and suffocating, my fingers twitching slightly on my lap as my thoughts refused to settle.

The car stopped. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t say a word. I pushed the door open and stepped out immediately. The cool air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat still lingering inside me. My gown clung to my legs as I walked, the fabric dragging slightly with each step, reminding me of everything that had just happened.

I walked into the mansion, my steps uneven, quick, almost rushed. My chest rose and fell harder than normal, my breath shallow as I tried to steady myself. I didn’t stop until I got to my room.

I pushed the door open hurriedly and closed it behind me, the sound louder than I intended. My back hit the door as I slid down slowly, my legs giving out beneath me. I brought my hand to my head, pressing my palm against my forehead as I squeezed my eyes shut.

What did I just do?

The question echoed loudly in my mind.

I had just had sex with Liam.

A shaky breath left my lips as I opened my eyes slowly, staring blankly ahead. Everything that happened… it all started because of Zane. I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palm as frustration built up inside me.

But what I felt with Liam…

It was different.

My brows pulled together as the thought settled in. Zane was rough, intense, consuming… but Liam—he was different. The way he held my waist, the way he guided me, the way he moved with me instead of overpowering me. My lips parted slightly as the memory replayed in my head, my head tilting back slightly against the door.

A small smile formed on my lips.

My eyes widened immediately.

Did I just smile?

The smile disappeared instantly, my expression tightening.

Why the fuck did I smile?

I shook my head quickly, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. This wasn’t right. Nothing about this was right.

A knock suddenly came from the door.

I froze.

My head snapped toward it, my body going still.

“Luna Talia,” a calm voice called from outside, “Alpha Zane is asking of you.”

My breath hitched slightly at his name.

“I’ll come,” I replied, my voice lower, steadier than I felt, as I pushed myself up slowly.

My legs still felt weak, but I forced myself to stand. I walked to the mirror, adjusting my clothes quickly, smoothing down the fabric with slightly shaky hands. I fixed my hair, trying to make myself look normal, like nothing had happened.

Like I wasn’t just with Liam.

I walked to the door and opened it slowly.

A maid stood there, her head bowed slightly. She looked young, dressed in a black cloth, her hands held together in front of her as she avoided my gaze.

“What do you have to say?” I asked, my tone calm, though my eyes stayed on her.

“Alpha Zane is asking of you,” she replied softly.

My brows pulled together.

“Zane… he’s back?” I asked.

“Yes, Luna. He has been looking for you,” she answered.

My fingers curled slightly at my side.

“Why is he looking for me?” I asked, my voice tightening just a little.

She hesitated before speaking.

“Luna… your father is here.”

My body went still.

“My… father?” I repeated, my voice quieter, my heart starting to beat faster.

She nodded.

“Yes, Luna.”

I didn’t move. My chest rose slowly, my mind spinning as everything began to collide—Zane, Liam, what I had just done, and now my father. My fingers tightened slightly as I stared ahead, the weight of it all settling heavily inside me. Nothing made sense anymore, and deep down, I knew this was only going to get worse.