Chapter 70 RIDING THE BAD BOY
RIDING THE BAD BOY
ZIVEN MADDOX (ML) - 32 YRS
ZAYLA HOLLIS (FL) - 21 YRS
ZAYLA
The silence that followed after Zane's exit was thick and daring. I could feel Ziven's gaze on me, but I didn't dare return it. Unable to sit still anymore, I sat up, about to go to my room, kitchen, anywhere but here.
I didn't know what told me Ziven wasn't going to stop me if he wanted to. Maybe because he was seated. Or because he wasn't looking my way again. But I hadn't made it across the room, just inches away from the couch he sat. I almost made it, one more step, maybe two — when his hand wrapped around my wrist from behind, rough and certain, and he pulled me. I lost my footing and stumbled, the room spinning, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting on his lap, my back pressed against his chest.
"Running away?" He murmured, deliberately letting his hot breath fan against my neck.
I struggled against him despite knowing it was useless. "Ziven, let me go. What do you want?"
"Exactly what your thinking."
My heart raced wilder, thudding so hard and loud against my chest, like it was about to leap out. Liquid fire pooled in my gut, my entire skin buzzed with awareness and desire.
"I'm not thinking of anything, let go of me." I lied, my voice shamefully betraying me. Raspy and low.
"Let's see how long you'll keep on with the lies." He rasped, as his teeth grazed my earlobe, a slow drag that sent shivers racing down my spine. I sucked in a shaky breath, biting back a moan, as a dull ache unfurled between my thighs.
"Ziven..." I hissed, my voice whisper thin. "Let go of me."
He chuckled against my neck, then pulled back a bit. His breath still hot against my neck as he spoke. "And if I don't?" He rumbled, voice low, dark and husky.
It didn't cross my mind until now, so without thinking I voiced it out. My voice rough, and not as sharp as I'd intended it to be. "I'd really hit your injury... I'll hit it to reopen it all over again."
His mouth returned to my neck, wet. "I'd love to see you try, Zayla." He purred, the sound so sinful against my skin.
I struggled once more against him, but he had me pinned on him, so hard I could feel the heat of him against my ass.
"Let go, Ziven— You know I'm still mad at you for what you did to me." I yelled, really struggling against him.
"Tell me, what did I do to you, hmm?" He murmured very low, sucking deep into the skin on my neck. "Fuck," he hissed. "You know if you keep moving against me like this, I won't guarantee to be patient any longer."
Suddenly, my lungs forgets how to work. The air tastes like lightening and my body a live wire, sparking in the heat between us.
He knew what he did. He knew what he was doing. He fucking knew I can't outright say he fingered me undone, so he's taunting.
When I didn’t answer, his mouth abandoned the right side of my neck, where his mark still burned, and descended on the other like he owned it. God. His touch is hot and electrifying, it feels like a thousand tiny flames is licking through my veins.
I fight the pull, but it's way too much. His tongue is wet and hot against my skin, tracing my earlobe, while pinning me down against him.
"Ohh..." The sound slipped from my lips before I could stop it, as I felt the sharp sting of his teeth against my flesh. He was quick to soothe it with slow licks and a deep suck.
"Didn't hurt that much, did it? You sounded like you loved it." He gravelled, his voice raw and sensual.
His hand slid down, his fingers digging into my thigh, rough, claiming, and possessive.
God, I need to get away from this man. I have no idea what he's doing to my body, but I know I won't last long. I'm glass under his touch, one more squeeze and I'll shatter.
I struggled against him again, tried again to see his face, to read him, but he didn’t let me. His hardness pressed against me, heat searing through the thin space between us. I tried to pull away, but he dragged me back, grinding me against his the heat.
I'm left with one option. Maybe if I really hit his injury, he'd let me go. Fuck, I didn't want to do this, but he gave me no choice.
The groan that left his mouth turned into a hiss the moment my elbow brushed his side. The same spot I had cleaned up last night. His sound was rough and guttural. Almost like pain, the type that made me instantly regret what I'd just done.
"Shit—Ziven? Are you o-okay?"
I made to turn to look at him, but despite his pain, his grip was firm and tight. Unrelenting.
He exhaled, his breath sharp. "You don't dare apologize when you deliberately Inflict pain. Don't you dare, do you understand me?"
I shook my head, "I-I didn't mean to—"
"Shhh!" He cut me off. "Don't lie about it too. When you deliberately do something, own up to it."
"Damn," he hissed. "This shit hurt, you know that, don't you?"
I didn't reply, because what was I going to say?
"Well, I love that you did it, because you just made things worse."
I didn't have time to think, when his hand slid under my skirt, his grip bruising and urgent. His thighs moved, spreading my legs apart, and offering him access between them.
His other hand reached for my neck and held me there.
The air around us thickened, charged like lightning before it sparked. My pulse was everywhere, every inch of me alive, like a storm begging for release.
As if my thighs weren't spread enough, he parted it with his hand and moved lower until his fingers was against the light fabric of my thong.
My breath hitched, sharp and shallow. Then he murmured against my neck, his voice wrapped with lust. "Déjà Vu. Do you feel it?"
My chest rose and fell too fast, like it was trying to keep up with him. His body hot against mine, like wildfire and I'm dry grass.
"Mmh!" I bit down on my lips, failing to hold back my moan, as he pushed my thong aside and slipped his finger into my wet folds.
"Fuck! You always this wet, Zayla?" He whispered sinfully, dragging each word.
My thoughts were scattered like ash, and carried by the heat between us. I was breathless, unable to reply him.
His finger sank lower, rubbing against my slick entrance, while his thumb ruthlessly circled my swollen clit.
Pleasure pulsed through me as I tried to squeeze my thighs shut, but he beat me to it, parting them even wider. My thighs quivered, caught between resisting and wanting more.
He slipped in another finger, coating it with my slick while his thumb continued to stimulate my clit.
Unable to endure his torment anymore, I began to move my waist against his fingers, needing him to fill me already.
"So needy," he purred, then released my throat to wrap his arm around my chest, hugging me tight against him.
An unrestrained moan slipped from my lips, as he shoved the first finger inside me, followed by his throaty hum.
"Greedy much, huh?" His breath grazed my skin, and flames crawled up my spine all over again.
His mouth latched onto my neck, wet and hot. His palm brushed over my breast through the thin of my shirt, rough and deliberate and I swear the cloth did nothing to dull the heat of his touch. He cupped me, and found my hard nipples. He pinched it so hard, my body jerked against him, trembling.
"Ziven—Ahh—"
He shoved in another finger, filling me deep and stretching me open for him, as he started pumping me.
I creamed around him, unable to help the filthy moans that spilled from my mouth.
He fingered me harder, his fingers curling deep inside me, igniting flames that had me so turned on, it's obscene.
I arched against him, my hand sinking into his hair behind me.
A tight knot curled in my stomach, pulsing with every thrust of his finger. My thighs trembled, fighting to stay steady. But it was impossible. Not when he's working my insides like this.
His thumb returned to my clit, ruthless and wicked.
"Oh-My-God— I'm comming!" A sharp cry escaped me, as pleasure tightened low in my stomach.
But he didn't stop, instead, his fingers became urgent, his mouth all over my neck and his hand squeezing my breasts.
A low groan escaped him as I clenched around his fingers, wrapping him tight and pulling him deep inside me.
Just before the tremor crashed over me, he pulled out, leaving me empty and aching.
Not again, please.
"Ziven..." My voice is shaky and breathless.
He lifted his fingers, they were deeply coated with my slick. This time he let me turn to look at him, as he brought the fingers to his lips and put them into his mouth, slowly sucking it off.
God. I wanted his mouth against mine, I wanted to taste him too. The heat between my thighs increased, aching and needy.
His gaze caught mine, emerald burning with fire. That striking green no longer just a color, but a living flame, swallowed by something hot and consuming.
I shudder all over, my voice stuck in my throat under the intensity of his stare.
"Take it off." He muttered, raw and commanding. His eyes burning me up.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Your thong."
A filthy thought formed in my mind and my lips curled. I looked at him through my lashes, my face flushed. "Do it yourself. Take it off."
He sighed, "Lucky you, I have no more patience." He instantly pulled me onto his chest, and hiked up my skirt. Static danced where he touched, leaving goosebumps all over my skin.
In a fleeting moment he ripped my thong off, the sharp sound echoing in the room. I was suddenly reminded that we were in the living room and any of his brothers could walk in. But I didn't have time to reel in that thought, when he flipped me over.
I was now facing him, my skirt so hiked up, my inner thighs were exposed. I was bare, and naked beneath, sitting against him.
His movements were urgent, each action wrapped with lust. He moved my waist back a bit, and unzipped his pants, letting his cock sprang free.
I gasped, unable to take my eyes away from his length. Fuck, he was so massive.
"You're such a filthy girl, do you know that?" he hissed, and grabbed my hands to stroke him and the instant he d
id, my breath caught in my throat.
Oh God.
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