And released the last ounce of anxiousness.
I had a backbone and I was going to use it.
No more nice Darla. No more doormat Darla.
This wasdon’t-fuck-with-meDarla.
To piss him off, I sat on the hood of his car and even went as far as letting the ends of my heels skim over his car’s bumper. I hoped I put a scratch.
Pulling out my phone, I sent him a text message.
Come out. —Darla
I don’t take orders from you, mon ange. —Zed
You have three minutes to come out before I puncture your tires. —Darla
I told you I would love you a little hellish. Do your worst, baby. —Zed
God, he was so infuriating.
The countdown was on. If he didn’t show up in three minutes, he could say sayonara to his pristine paint job and expensive rims.
With precisely twenty seconds remaining, Zeno strolled out of the backdoor of MacGregor’s with the grace of a prowling predator. His oxfords ate the distance between us like a male model walking the runway with a leisure gait. Not a man who was about to make a truce with his future wife.
I wished his presence didn’t affect me, but one look at him and my mouth went dry. All I could remember were his capable hands, his talented tongue, and his lips playing my body like a puppeteer did his marionette.
In his charcoal three-piece suit tailored to fit every inch of his muscular body, Zeno Gianni De la Croix’s presence eclipsed the memory of every man I’d ever encountered in the past. He was so irrevocably sexy with that low-lidded look in his brown gaze, his jaw harboring two days’ worth of scruff and his black hair artfully slicked back in a way that caused a lone strand to fall over his forehead.
My future husband had the swagger of a kingpin and the mannerism of an aristocrat.
His surname dripped with nobility and sacredness, but it was all an illusion.
There was nothing holy about this man and the way he talked filth while tongue-fucking my pussy like he was reciting his last rites.
“Principal Hill,” Zeno drawled when he neared, surveying me on his car. “What a pleasant surprise.”
I liked hearing him address me by my formal title. I was imagining him saying it while deep inside of me. Clearly, I was a hussy.
“Oh, you showed up on time.” I examined my nails, filing them with the edge of my blade as I strived for indifference. Inside, I was shaking. Or my vagina was, at least. “I was really hoping to do some damage.”
“Please, don’t hold back my account.” He winked, coming to stand in front of me. He was so fucking big, his tall silhouette shadowed the sky above. “Though I must admit, you waiting for me like this is a sight for sore eyes. I’ve missed you, Darla.”
I ignored how my heart rate tripled hearing his gruff voice praise me. He was nothing more than a manipulative cheat and I’d do my best to never forget it.
The worst part was, had Zeno courted me, I knew that I would have fallen for him. Instead, he was taking me against my will while blackmailing the people I loved the most.
That was unforgivable.
“You’ve missed me?” I replied incredulously.
I stood up,thisclose to taking my blade and shoving it in his jugular.
As if anticipating my move, Zeno grabbed my throat and sat me back on top of the hood, manhandling me with a roughness that left me breathless.
My gasp was shackled by his strong hand.
Zeno bent low to whisper in my ear, “Never knew mouthy virgins would be my taste. But here I am, picturing you spread over the hood of my car, taking my cock like a good fucking girl.”