[smg id=31099 type=normal align=center width=150] by Kirsty-Anne Still Page A

more like me or had I been more like him. He’s made the move to become more like I am – aggressive, powerful, frightening. I can’t break the bindings in which I was born to, it’s too late for me to get out unscathed, but Zane is proving that I am worth more than a casual fling. I am a lifelong goal to him. His newfound commitment to a mafia crime family proves that.
    Without thinking again, I forget for a second that I’m meant to be abstaining from him. I fling my arms around his neck and draw him down to my height so our lips can kiss in perfect unison. The spark I’ve felt every time he’s around igniting, coursing through my entire body with an adrenaline rush so commanding I vie for more of Zane. When he doesn’t deny the kiss, I push my tongue into his mouth, proving that I am still a victim of his love. As one hand drops from his neck, coursing down his chest, I know I cannot leave this bar with just a kiss. I move my hand ever so slightly, playing with the top button of his shirt.
    “Not here,” he grunts suddenly and releases me as he recognizes what I’m up to. He glances behind him and turns back with a smirk. “Come with me,” he commands and takes my hand.
    When he moves, I see exactly where we’re headed – the romantic destination of a cleaner’s closet! I should resist going to such a dark, clustered, filth-ridden room, but I need to feel him inside me. I need to know if the spark I keep feeling is real or if I’m just holding a dying flame.
    Throwing the door open, Zane pushes me in with ease and as I stand in a room dimly lit by the street lights outside the small window, I hear the lock click and Zane slowly turns around. My body tingles as the look he issues is one so full of want, I remember what it felt like to be needed.
    He puts his hand out for me, taking it has me pulled forward and pushed against the door with a heavy push.
    “We can’t be long,” I mutter, knowing my entire hoard of brothers with Lorenzo could well find Zane taking me in a closet. “I’m pretty sure that floozy saw what was happening between us,” I whisper, my fingers playfully toying with the lapels of his shirt. I look up, biting my lip. “This never felt more right.”
    “Is that the alcohol talking or all you?” he asks, and I shrug. “I guess I better be quick, and have my wicked way with you while you’re still giving me a chance.”
    “Yeah, you had,” I reply, my voice quiet and low.
    With that said, he’s quick to undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants, only to fluidly grab me by my ass and pick me up. He lifts me off the ground and takes me to a workbench on the side of the room. He sets me on the edge and begins to kiss me. If this is the dying love I’ve made myself believe, I have never felt more alive. The touch of his lips against my skin is electrifying and as my hands run over his shoulders, I can feel myself becoming wetter for him.
    He laughs as he finds me without any sort of underwear on. When I got dressed before we headed out, I hated seeing my panty line so I just discarded them altogether. It wasn’t a pretentious move, but I’m fucking glad I’m a vain bitch when I want to be.
    As he pulls me forward, I reach down to his pants. Zane always used to keep a spare condom in his back pocket on our dates. Some things just never change in life. I push him back a little, showing him the foil packet with a grin. I see he’s annoyed to wait, so I decide to make him really feel it. I bring the packet to my lips, place it between my teeth, and tear into it. When I pull the rubber out, I keep my eyes on him before I allow them to drop, now biting on my bottom lip. When I look down, his penis is already erect, and the length makes me groan. Anticipation bites me knowing how fulfilment is just a mere stone’s throw away from me.
    I cover the top of his penis with the condom and slowly and carefully roll it down over his shaft. I hear him grunt and use the pad of my thumb to run