Zina pov
I shouldn't allow him to happen every time we're within touching distance.
It drives me insane with want.
"Let go." | could rip his hands off. But good goddess, I just fucking can't. He presses on the sides in response. The gold in his brown eyes turned molten. "You want a kick to the balls, then just say it."
"Why always so feisty, little mate?"
"Why always such a dick, big mate?" I retorted.
"No need to talk in circles." My fingers curl against the wall., seeking purchase. Some anchor as he bends inches from my mouth, his warm breath teasing my lips that part involuntarily. His low voice a seductive purr, raising goosebumps on my skin as he speaks. "You aching for my dick in your needy cunt? Then just say
it."
"No I'm not, Fuck you."
"See. That's better."
I glower at him and finally lose my patience as I shove at his stony chest. He doesn't budge. Not even an inch. What is he made of? Granite. Cement.