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However, Zane clearly doesn’t want to revel in it for too long. Out in the open, he knows that time is of the essence and with a quick jolt moves lower into my panties. Our kiss ends and my lips part, my eyes begin to flutter shut and all because his fucking finger knows how to strike my clitoris and make my knees weak.

“The cameras,” I pant, worrying that this isn’t the most hidden of places. The last thing I want to add to my track record is exhibitionist.

“Fuck them.” He slowly stops flicking my clit, instead keeps his thumb on it as he slips his fingers between my lips preparing to enter me. “Let’s give them the first ever Abbiati sex tape.” I feel him laugh, his breath sweeping across my skin as he does so. “Better yet, let’s give them a real freak show,” he mutters, enlightening me to his sudden mirth.

“You’ll be castrated by sundown,” I comment, my words stilted with my inability to breathe correctly while he works me to a pleasurable state. I can see he cares little for the fallout as he continues to move his fingers, sliding them inside of me, only withdrawing to push his way in over and over again. His actions cause my body to burn up with a fire so intense that I’m worried I’ll combust. I can feel my body tightening, the ecstasy building, waiting to explode like a fever pitch into my veins. Just as my orgasm is about to burst, the quivering I’m feeling about to race into a frenzy, the sprinklers begin to work and I’m left worked up, horny, and unsatisfied. It’s made worse as Zane jumps back, the waistband of my sweats slapping against my skin. I look in shock before the water hits me again, and I run past Zane.

“Fuck!” he shouts, realizing someone’s placed them on full pressure.

“Yeah, fuck is right!” I say, running from the spraying water. “That means we got caught, you bastardo!”

The look of horror he lands upon me should cause hysterics, but right now, I’m so deadly serious that there is no room for laughter.

“How do you know?” he asks, splitting a little.

“How do I know? It might be because the sprinklers come at six AM sharp, not in the middle of the fucking morning!” I don’t know if I should move, run, or allow the ground to swallow me whole, so instead, I take the desperate bid to tear at my hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Were you two having sex like two kinky school kids?” Enzo asks, approaching us with haste, even though the water has now died down.

I literally jump out of my skin and feel the blush rush across my entire body. Apparently, the sprinklers sparking to life caught him as they did us, and from the look on his face, he has us marked. The sheer look of amusement on his face is enough to make him want to slap him. I will never live this down, and he’s telling me that with just the look he’s shooting me.

“No!” I all but shout at him and I try to cover up my flustered exterior. “I was giving Zane a tour and the sprinklers came on,” I huff, feeling all of my sexual tension beginning to sour my mood and look at Zane. “Seeing as this just ruined the rest of the outdoor tour, lead the way up to house!”

He begins to walk off and I wait for Enzo to follow, but from the bright grin on his lips, he’s waiting on me. As I stomp forward, still soaking wet, he steps in beside me. There’s a moment of silence before he begins to chuckle and I’m forced to brace myself for the onslaught of an interrogation.

“Finally being your age?” he asks, keeping his voice down. “And don’t try and lie. I saw you heading toward me then you disappeared and I find you looking like a child that just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.”

“It wasn’t my hand in the cookie jar,” I mumble without thought as to what Zane’s hand was doing no more than five minutes ago. I gasp when I realize I said that out loud and look at him, eyes widened with horror, mouth dropping with shock as Enzo looks astounded. “Fuck, I didn’t say that out loud, did I?”

“You did,” he says and just begins to laugh. “Lia, relax. If that’s what you want then go for it. Just don’t make it so public next time. You got lucky that it was just sprinklers they used to kill the heat.”

“Oh, I’m so embarrassed,” I moan, putting my hands over my face. The ground could be generous and swallow me up whole, but it’s still yet to bestow that courtesy upon me. “I don’t know what he does to me, Enzo.”

“He makes you feel,” my brother states with clarity. “Which is something I love the guy for. You spend so much time doing what others want you to do that it’s nice to see that with Zane you do what you want.”

“I didn’t want to get caught!” I try to resolve my temper from flaring, the embarrassment burrows deep within my bones, and I’m trying not to let every blood cell hit the surface of my skin to show just how humiliated I am. “That means the security saw.”

Enzo says nothing, just begins to laugh hysterically as we make our way up the steps to the house. He doesn’t stop as he walks past Zane, just shakes his head and disappears into the house. I approach Zane with caution. My body is still alive and begging for his touch, needing it to be led to some place of satisfaction after we were torn apart.

“You know if you’re going to discuss me, you might want to wait ‘til I’m more than six feet away,” he comments dryly. “But what a cookie jar I had my hand in.”

I smack him hard on the arm and head into the house, back to the kitchen where we started.

“I know you have a room, but my father asked that a permanent room be made up for you so you can be comfortable in the house.” I give him a quick smile, knowing he’ll love that his room is just across the hallway from mine. “Unlike Lorenzo, you’re here to stay.”

I don’t allow him time to distract me; I leave and make my way from the kitchen toward the main foyer area. We make our way up the stairs; each step builds the eagerness within me. With everyone either out or preoccupied, I wonder what Zane will do to take control of me. After that act of sheer dominance in the garden, I want him to take me, bend me over, and claim me.  I want to feel his fingers digging into my hips for days, and I want to have vivid daydreams mid-conversation with people of importance. I want his gaze to set me alight and thrust so much keenness into me that I have to beg to go for cold showers at the most inappropriate times.

“Most of what’s up here is the bedrooms, all of which have en suites so there’s no arguing over that. I’ll show you the rest of downstairs when we’re changed into something drier,” I comment as we head down the long corridor. “You know where my room is, your door is parallel to that.”

“That makes this easy then,” he utters, and I find he spins me around on the spot, throwing me against the white walls that run along this landing.

Zane captures my hands, lacing his long fingers through my dainty ones and pushing them against the wall above my head. Under the silence that surrounds us both, the deafening echo of our beating hearts are strong and mesmerizing. I look up into his deep blue eyes and lose my sanity a little more.

“I’m showing you your room so you can get changed,” I breathe, unable to tear myself away from his watchful gaze or fight against his hold on me.

"Sweetheart, your clothes would look much better on my bedroom floor than your own.” His words are thick and heavy on my hearing, and my heart slows its pace as if daring itself to beat and break the heat manifesting around us. “I can show you if you like?”

“Go on then,” I dare him.

He leans to the right a little as he does so, throwing the door to his room open. I slip from in front of him and into the room, taking off my damp shirt and tossing it aside. I walk across the room, only turning when the door closes and subsequently the lock sounds. I stand before Zane in nothing but sweats and a grin. As his eyes roam over my figure, I begin to push on my waistband, forcing my pants down and my panties with it. I have no idea how long we have, but I don’t want to waste any time. The electric buzz in me is raging war and my greed is not far from sending me flying across the room to wrap my body around his.

“Strip,” I command as I stand stark naked and full of confidence.

Slowly, he places both hands on the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up and over his toned body, revealing the scars from when he was shot. My heart flutters with remembrance, but admiration destroys the desolate pang that’s about to take over. As he loses his own sweatpants, I’m left with this beautifully marked man. He’s strong, resilient, and he’s all mine. I lick my lips as my eyes fall over the contours of every muscle until I’m met with his length standing up erect.

I’m not first to react, Zane is, and when we meet, he holds me tight, immediately crashing his lips onto mine and causing my legs to weaken. I allow him to dictate, but only because being out of control has never felt as good as it does right now. Zane surprises me by pulling away and framing my face.

“I was a stupid man ever to make you go to someone like Lorenzo. I was a stupid man to ever walk away.” His assurance is met with a look of fervor and passion. “I don’t care what you’ve done, Amelia. I don’t care how fucked up it is, I just care that I have you here in my arms. This is where you’re meant to be.” I know he’s right, which is why I don’t reply or argue. “I’m right where I should be, too.”

“All talk and no action,” I finally comment, giving him a remarkable grin. There’s a teasing ebb of sensuality building within and I just want to goad him to get what I want. I want a reestablishment of what we were, of what we can be. I want a resolve to what never ended by the tennis courts. I want whole satisfaction. “You’re a sweet talker, Mr. Maverick, but sometimes I wonder if you’re all talk and no action. You’re strong, you’re powerful, but I have yet to feel truly dominated by you, Zane,” I tell him, antagonizing his libido. “You say you want to feel me clench down on your cock, but maybe I want you to restrain me like you used to. I want you to fuck me, Zane, so I leave this room knowing that no man will ever, and I mean ever, come close.” I run my hands down his chest, the tips of my fingers trailing invisible lines over his body. “No matter how many times they try.”

“You think I’m going to let another man have the chance to get near you?” he asks, his demeanor shifting. His hand comes between my legs, his palm lying flat against my sex and his fingers push between my lips again, recapturing the moment from earlier, and I feel my mind fall back into the blissful state as his fingertips begin to enter me.

But I want more than this. I want more than the disturbed foreplay we had earlier.

“You said that once and I let Lorenzo try and fill a void,” I say, with only the means to rile him.

There’s a low growl that emits from Zane’s chest, feral and predatory all at once. I know I’m being mean, but I’m working to what I want. My need to feel his greedy hands on me is all too consuming and I’m willing to provoke him until I get what I want. It might not be him making love to me, but it’ll be a moment with him I won’t ever have to take back.

“Yet you still came back to me,” he states, wryly, the irony hitting all the right places. “Even with him falling all over you, it was me who got you in that closet, it was me who was buried between your legs, and it was my name you stuttered as I made you come. Not Lorenzo.”

“True,” I award him that awareness. “But now’s your chance for a new initiation into my life. Prove to me that it’s only you who can ever please me.” I place a hand on his chest, the other around his neck. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe, and when I’m so breathless from what you’re doing to me, I want you to fuck me some more. I want you to show me that you’re really where you want to be.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“Zane,” I begin, playing it ever more teasingly. “I always love you most when it’s me in pure heaven because you’re buried balls deep in me. I always love when you’re the only man I admit defeat to and allow to have total control of my body. I’m only happy when it’s you owning every orgasm.”

"Your mouth's much too dirty for you to be a princess," he tells me, wickedness assuming position. “Does your father know you have a filthy mouth?”

“No, and he won’t,” I say, my tone tight as I look up at him. “Now fuck me before I go and finish myself off.”

Zane chuckles as his hand comes up to my face. “Did you even think that’d be an option?” he asks, shifting his hand up my jaw and into my hairline. “Are you sure you want me to run the show?” he questions and I just nod, unable to respond with the eagerness of what’s to come. “Okay, go over to the bed and face it, but don’t get on it just yet.”

I obey with curiosity and take myself to the side of his bed. I don’t wait long before I feel his domineering stature come to stand behind me. As his hand comes to my shoulder, my eyes close and I let out the tiniest of gasps. With little power, he pushes me forward until my chest and head is against the bed, my ass up in the air. When he releases me, it’s only to move backwards and force my legs apart and make sure I’m ready for whatever he’s about to be bestow upon my begging body.

My hands move to my sides, clinging onto the bed sheets as his hand comes to grab onto my hair. I feel him lower his body, and his penis sticks in me, forcing my body instinctively to move so it goes between my legs and my breathing becomes even more bated than ever.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, sweetheart?” he whispers into my ear. With his grasp in my hair, he turns my head a little, forcing me to look at him. “Because once I’ve done this, there’s no getting rid of me.”

I don’t know why he’s treating this like it’s our first time because this moment for me is serving as a reminder why I trust him to be rough and heavy with me. This is forcing life back into me when I allowed it all to drain away while in Italy. He doesn’t even know that when I was with Lorenzo, I had to force orgasms and lie about my affection.