Bound to my Enemy-Chapter 90.

"I don’t need you to love me Zane " she says, tears sliding down her face as she raises her red rimmed eyes to mine. "I just need it to stop.... for a little while."

That’s what guts me enough to want to kill whoever hurt her and slay all her demons, to burn down the fuckign world to protect. Haveing such thoughts about her surprise me, I’ve never had such thoughts about anyone before I usually don’t give a fuck.

She isn’t confusing this for healing, she knows exactly what she’s asking for. And why.

I close my eyes for a second my jaw tight. Everything in me is torn in two. Part of me wants to protect her from everything, from herself, from the world, from me.

The other part knows that denying her agency right now would be just another way of taking control away from her.

When I look at her again, my hands come up slowly and deliberately. I make sure she sees and feels it. No surprises.

"I won’t pretend this fixes anything," I say quietly. "And I won’t stop if you ask me not to."

She nods. Immediately looking certain.

"That’s what I want."

I pull her closer, firm and grounding.

"If we do this," I tell her, voice rough, "it’s because you chose it, not because you’re broken and forced to.

Her forehead drops against mine.

"Then don’t hold back."

I kiss her again, slower this time and more Intentional. And when I lift her into my arms, her grip tightens like she’s afraid the ground will vanish beneath her if she lets go

I don’t let it.

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Elaine’s POV

He doesn’t ask Zane just lifts me like it’s nothing, one arm under my knees, the other firm at my back. Bridal style. The irony doesn’t escape me. My body curls into his without permission, muscle memory betraying everything my mouth would deny.

The bedroom door shuts behind us with a soft click.

I should tell him to stop, I should panic. My mind supplies the warnings on autopilot, like an old alarm that’s lost its urgency.

Instead, my pulse races.

He sets my on the floor in our bedroom and asks me to strip. And I see right through what he’s doing, he’s giving me time to change my mind if I want to while stripping down infront of him. But there’s no changing my mind this is what I want and I’m going for it. I strip down slowly trying to look sexy for him.

After I strip i stand in the middle of our bedroom almost naked except for my undies and he just stands looking like he’s holding him self from pouncing on me.

He stalks slowly to me, which has my heart beating over time. When he gets to me he grabs me by the neck and kisses me like a starving man. I close maoning in his mouth, he leaves my lips and peppers kisses all over my neck and down to my breast, running his tongue on a nipple, sucking it into his mouth, releasing it with a pop and while my head is thrown back in the pleasure I’m getting, he slaps me on my breast and holyyyyy fuck I don’t know why I but that is hot as fuck.

He trails he’s fingers down my stomach and into my lacy panties.

He groans the moment he finds my pussy.

"For someone who claims she doesn’t like me little spitfire," he murmurs close to my ear, voice low and dangerous, "your body disagrees."

Heat floods my face.... My breath stuttering , i hate that he knows.

His touch is deliberate, unhurried, like he’s testing whether I’ll bolt. When I don’t, his mouth brushes my ear, not a kiss, just a promise of one.

"You like giving up control," he says quietly. Not accusing just observing. "You fight it, but you don’t run."

That should scare me but it doesn’t.

Shame curls in my stomach, hot and dizzying, tangled with want so heavy it makes my hands tremble. I press my lips together, swallowing the sound that wants to escape.

My reflection catches my eye in the mirror by the bed stand and I barely recognize the woman staring back at me. I look flushed and Wide-eyed. Breathing too fast with want written all over my face.

Zane’s gaze meets mine in the glass.

"Look at yourself," he says. "This isn’t fear."

It isn’t.

My body responds before my pride can catch up. Before my trauma can drag me backward. I feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with skin.

He moves behind me, close enough that I feel him without needing to see. One hand settles at my wrists, firm and grounding.

"If you want me to stop little spitfire," he says, voice steady now, " just say it."

I don’t.

The silence between us stretches, heavy and charged.

His breath warms my neck. My reflection watching as my shoulders relax, and I lean back just slightly, conceding the moment without surrendering myself entirely.

That’s the difference.

This time, it’s mine.

Zane pushes me until my knees hit the counter in our room. He makes me sit on it and spreads my legs, pulling my panties down my legs. He kneels infront of me slowly and surprise is painted clearly on my face.

He spreads my thighs and the second his tongue touches me, I jolt as if I’ve been electrocuted. Zane groans into my pussy, pushing his tongue deep as I cry out in pleasure. The mirror fogs with my breath as he drags his tongue up and down my pussy lips, curling it around my clit and sucking as I start to shake.

His hands skim up and down the inside and backs of my thighs, teasing me higher and higher as he tongue-fucks my very eager pussy. He drags his tongue up further, and when the tip swirls over my ckit, I choke out a whine of ecstasy.