Ava swallowed hard before trying to give him an innocent smile.
“Nothing,” she said.“Nothing? They look like panties,” Zane told her, strolling towards the bed. Ava placed her phone on the nightstand.“They’re not really panties,” she tried to object as she watched him.“Are you lying to me, angel?”“No, I promise Zane, they really aren’t panties,” Ava told him. She knew she would be in worse trouble if she was caught in a lie.“Mhm. Show me how they’re not panties,” he told her. Ava felt her breathing pickup, and she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She slowly turned to face Zane as he stood at the bottom corner of the bed. She looked at him and slowly spread her legs wide. Zane gave her a surprised look, and his focus shifted as his eyes wandered down over her body to her exposed pussy. Ava saw the hunger in his eyes and she felt her body respond like he had been running his hands all over it. “I see what you mean,” Zane said with a nod. “But I to“Not one like that,” Ava answered, not taking her eyes off the black toy. “What kind of vibrator have you used?” Ava could hear the amusement in Zane’s voice as he bent down and licked around one of her nipples and then tugged on it with his teeth. She let out a moan and lost focus for a moment.“An egg,” she confessed.“Did you enjoy it?”“Yes,” she said, and felt herself blush. It was followed by a light chuckle from Zane. “Then you will love this,” he told her, and Ava heard a light buzzing sound as he turned the vibrator on. He put the tip against Ava’s skin, just below her bellybutton, and a shiver went through her as the soft vibrations travelled over her skin. “Just relax,” Zane told her and bent down and kissed her. He continued kissing her as he dragged the vibrator lower, down over her mound and onto her thighs, bypassing her pussy. One of Ava’s hands was holding on to Zane’s muscular shoulder to anchor her. The other one took a hold of his hand holdi
Having his angel sprawled out over him, naked and asleep, was one of the most relaxing things Zane knew. He was aware it was early in the afternoon, and he still had work to do. He had walked into the bedroom expecting a quick session in bed and then back to work. But the temptation to punish his angel had proven too big. He let his fingers travel up and down Ava’s spine. He enjoyed the feeling of the goosebumps he caused. Zane was also battling with his feelings about Ava looking for an apartment. She had told him she wasn’t planning to move there right away. But it still would be a symbol of the fact she wouldn’t be with him forever. Of course, he knew this. He was planning for it. But he still didn’t like it when he was forced to face it. It was impressive his angel had come to a point where she could let go of her past and start looking forward. But it also made him feel something which wasn’t enjoyable, a feeling he wasn’t used to. After analysing it for a while, Zane realised
Ava was soaking in the tub, as she always did before getting ready to go to the club with Zane. A relaxing bath set her in the right mood to spend the night with all the loud music and the crowd of people. She loved watching the city as dusk settled in over it and transformed it from a normal city to an amazing display of coloured lights. Her serene little bubble was punctured by Zane entering the bedroom. Ava didn’t need to see him to know it was Zane who had opened the door or that he was in a bad mood. The sound of the door hitting the armchair next to it with a loud thud was all she needed. No one else would dare open a door to his room without knocking or with so much force. And he knew she was in the tub relaxing; he would never have disturbed her if he wasn’t in enough of a bad mood for his irritation to make him forgetful. Ava wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the bedroom. Sure enough, Zane was walking back and forth, looking like a thundercloud. He looked up when h
Zane hated the thought of treating his angel like a pet. He hated it almost as much as he hated the idea of her being in the same room as that lunatic Johnson. But it was the only way. He had thought about using a girl from the brothels. But he hadn’t been lying when he had said Johnson probably would have spotted it. Then there was the fact the idea made his stomach turn. Just the notion of having another woman by his side, even if it was just acting, made him feel sick. He had noticed Ava tense up as well when he had mentioned it. He didn’t know if it was because she didn’t like to share his attention or if it was because she just didn’t like the idea of prostitutes. Either way, the idea was scrapped. He just had to keep Ava safe and remember to put in extra effort to hide his own feelings. If Johnson ever found out Zane actually cared for his angel, he would not hesitate to use it against him. They arrived at the club. It was later than they usually arrived because Zane and Jax d
Ava sat by Bain’s leg and tried to make herself invisible as she half listened to the conversation between Zane and Johnson. Johnson made her skin crawl and the two other men who were with him were not much better. Ava could feel Zane’s anger as an aura radiating from him. She appreciated it. She knew he was angry because she had to act like a pet and Johnson thought it gave him rights over her. Zane’s anger was like a reminder he wasn’t indifferent towards her and acted as a security blanket as she knew he would keep her safe. But he needed to calm down. Johnson would notice it, and Ava guessed he would use it. She leaned into him in a way she hoped looked like a pet who just felt insecure. Zane relaxed a little, and Ava relaxed with him.“Sure, I have no issue with that. So, you want to use the block at Roe and Park?” she heard Zane ask.“Yes,” Johnson answered.“For what?”“I would love to tell you, but even though we sit here all friendly, we are competitors. I’m
Zane let his hand rest on the naked skin on Ava’s back. Johnson was sitting on the couch, his eyes half closed as his pet was giving him a blowjob. Zane fought his urge to shoot the man. Johnson had been getting on his nerve since he walked into Zane’s office. He was rude, crewed, and acted like a fucking animal. It wasn’t the first time Zane had been around men like him. The underworld, his world, was filled with them. It rarely bothered him. But now his angel was in the room and he was furious she had to be a part of this. Ryder passed him his whiskey and then handed Johnson his. Johnson grunted as he came and pushed the woman away. He put himself together and turned towards Zane. Zane was still pretending to have his own moment with his pet. When he figured he had kept Johnson waiting long enough to make him irritated, he grunted.“You are doing great, angel. It will soon be over,” he whispered to Ava, making sure no one else could hear him. He motioned for her to get off his
“Should I call to a meeting da… boss?” Jacob asked. Carl Johnson sighed. “No,” he told his son. Carl had been married four times, and had nine children within those marriages, all daughters. He had countless mistresses during the years, they had given him even more daughters. The only son he had was the idiot sitting across from him in the limo. He was the result of one of Carl’s first pets. He had allowed the woman to carry his child full term, and it had been a son. But she had been the reason he made sure none of his pets would ever bear a child again. He didn’t need that. Carl had ignored the boy for most of his life, thinking one of his wives or mistresses would give him the son he wanted. When it didn’t happen, he had gone in search of his long-lost son. Only to discover he was a moron who would probably never amount to anything. Johnson was planning what to do with the business he had built on his own once he got too old to run it. One of his closest men had been blessed
Ava was reading patterns. She had finished her latest project, a huge stuffed vampire penguin, the night before. She was going to visit Tom and his family later that afternoon, and it was a gift for his daughter. Tom had finally been cleared to come back, and Ava just wanted to make sure everything was okay. “Angel, could you get my charger over there?” Zane asked her, pointing towards the bookshelf. She shook her head as she got up. Ava knew exactly why he wanted her to get it. It was so he could get a view of her back. She had on a black pencil skirt and, what from the front, looked like a modest white shirt. But the back was open, the shirt only held together by a band of fabric over her shoulder blades. “Sure,” she said and got up and took his charger, making sure he got what he wanted from it. She then got back to her crocheting patterns. She was wondering if she was brave enough to try a sweater next, or maybe a bikini. Ava wondered if Zane would allow her to wear it