The heat in Zane's eyes when he looks at me has me sopping wet again. He rips his white T-shirt off, leaving him in a pair of red swim trunks and me with my mouth hanging open like a crazy person. I can’t help it, though. His body looks like it was sculpted from marble, except instead of ghostly pale, his beautiful olive skin is tempting me to lick every damn inch of his hard abs, sculpted pecs, and broad shoulders.I’m still gawking when he grabs my hand and leads us out into the water. It’s so clear and so beautiful, and I sigh at how good the water feels when we’re in deep enough for it to cover me. He pulls me closer, and I wrap myself around his back, letting him walk us out further. Flipping me around, I give a sharp squeal before he slips beneath the water, taking me with him. We’re both laughing when he brings us back up again.Cupping his face, I bring my mouth to his, kissing him deeply, not even caring that there are other people around us. None of them matter. The only thi
***ZANE'S POV***"Humor me," I say walking into the house and looking at London as she is sipping wine with the other ladies outside. "What?" she asks turning to stare at me. "Well, you will soon find out. Come with me, honey. Hello Ladies," I greet politely as I cup London's hands, leading her towards our quarters. "What's the issue? You are hurting me," she itches out. "Wait till you see what I have installed for you. Clothes off," I order my eyes piercing hers. "Zane?" London asks her brows drawing together. "Obey, please. I am trying to dominate you here London," I screech out. That is when the smile I knew was pending exploded and grinning at me, London's perfect white teeth flashed at me. Her clothes are abandoned easily and she looks at me with hope. "You've been gone for two days, I don't think you could be so sexually starved, and you refused me access to accompany you," she whines as her gown goes off and her lacy panties follow next. "What are you goi
****AUTHOR'S NOTE**** Hi lovelies, it's the author here, I'm sorry about the previous Zane and London chapters you read above. This is another section of Zane and London's story. It will be filled with Zane being a dominant asshole and London fighting to win him back. I am trying my best to edit the book as well. It's about to get messy guys. Keep reading to reveal heart-wrenching secrets about the pair. Love you all. XOXO xxx ***ZANE'S POV***It is about eleven p.m. In the evening when I hear banging sounds in the lower part of the house. In confusion, I stare awake and wake London. "Little girl? Open your eyes for Daddy, please," I beg as she starts to purr from her sleep daze. London is the epitome of femalehood. Young, married to a mafia, and living perfectly on vacation with her husband. My wife and I have had a bumpy road from times with Michael Logan, her stupid psychotic ex, and the Antonov brother who wanted her dead. "What is it, Daddy
***LONDON'S POV***I am freaking out. Fuck! They are going to take me to jail and all of my family is witnessing it firsthand. Fear mixed with adrenaline causes me to look at Zane and his eyes tell a story I cannot explain. "I am getting you out of there before the night ends, little girl," he says as my ass is being hauled out of the mansion. The search party in the house stops and everyone withdraws as they start entering their vans. "Be careful with your her, we don't want you bumping it," an officer says as I sit my ass inside the car, my chest pounding hard against my rib cage. "Keep five men here, no one leaves that living room for another hour and if they resist order, you open fire to warn them off," Sheriff Bianco burst out. His crew answers and with a final look, he jumps into the car, taking me away. I am not familiar with Sicily's law enforcement but the calls passing through the speaker make the air in my lungs catch a few times. "Take me home," I
***LONDON'S POV***The next hours are hell for me, no one comes in here for whatsoever reason. I don't see Sherrif Bianco or Inspector Mario.And since they left, I've passed out three times. Sweat beads on my forehead and I look down at the liquid running down my feet. Urine. A wave of embarrassment washes through me, and I fidget at myself. "This is bad. This is so fucking bad," I mutter out to myself. I don't know how long I stay thinking but then, the door opens and Sherrif Bianco walks in with another officer. I don't see Inspector Mario anywhere. "Uncuff her," he orders not having the balls to look at me in the eyes. The officer snifles and looking down at my feet, he shakes his head. "She pissed herself," he exploded, laughing at me. "You would too if you were suspended in the air for twenty hours," Bianco shoots out. I feel dizzy as a wave of adrenaline hits me. Bending, I vomit and the officer barely has time to move aside before bile hits on his shoes.
***LONDON'S POV*** I watch in pleasure as Zane scoops soup and feeds me with it. "I can do that myself, Daddy," I say opening my mouth to eat. Zane scowls at me and I stay put, eating as much as I can. I know I can't ignore the conversation Zane and I are going to have, but just thinking about it, that fucking cell has bile rising in my throat. "I can't have any more food in me," I complain and Zane looks at the bowl before pushing it aside. I had cleared a good portion of the meal, and that is why Zane let me go. "Daddy?" I call our when he stalks towards the door. "What is the matter?" he asks standing, his hand on his doorknob. "Please, don't leave me alone," I beg, hating myself for being so weak. Huffing, Zane comes back to me, removes his phone, and shoots a message to someone. Waiting, I hope he starts the conversation first, but nothing. A doctor walks in and checks on me. "Your wrists are swollen, but it's nothing to alert about. You will have t
***LONDON'S POV***I don't know how long I stayed perch on Zane's arm enjoying his embrace but I soon fall asleep. The smell of breakfast cooking causes me to wake. "Smells good," I moan stretching out like a cat. "Let's go feed you, little girl," he says. I have a good plate serving of pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs. A mug of hot chocolate and I devour everything.Lisa walks into the room as I place my plate down. She speaks with Zane in hush voices and then leaves.I feel a knot tie in my stomach as I look at him with dread."What's going on?" I ask out of my chair but I am still too weak. Falling forward, Zane catches me, bringing me towards his cheat. "You are still too weak, you need to sit down," he complains. "Answer my question, please," I say needing to know what is wrong."It's Dante. He isn't feeling well," he says helping me into my sit. "I want to see him too," I argue. "He has a flu, London, I don't want you catching it if that's the case. Don't
***ZANE'S POV***"You need to call down and take care of your wife, she needs you now for support," Alexander says standing in front of me. I know he is right, and stealing a glance to my wife, I feel the knot on my stomach, it tightens and makes it so fucking difficult to breathe. "Get the job done please," I utter, walking towards London. Sweeping her into my arms, she doesn't complain and when I take her to our bedroom and shut the door, walking her to the bed, she just stares at me."You are mad at me," I tell her. "I'm mad at myself," she spits out. "Well, be mad at me over ice cream cake and a romance movie?" I say not giving her a chance to answer. I grab my sweater in the closet and pull it over London's head after taking off her previous clothes. She doesn't argue, in fact, there is a hint of a smile I see building up at the corner of her lips. "Thank you for taking care of me," she mutters."Any time," I reply honestly. Removing my clothes and settling