Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

M y body still fucking hurts like a bitch, especially with Zoe wrapped around me. No way in hell am I telling her to get off me, though, and there's fuck all chance of me putting her down either.

Stepping forward, I press her back into the door, holding her up with my hips pushed hard against her. My tongue duels with hers, circling around her mouth. I smile against her lips when she moans. That's exactly what I want to hear.

I want all of her moans. I want her to fucking scream this building down. It won't be long before word gets out around town that Zoe Petrov is mine.

I still. Where the fuck did that come from?

Do I want to fuck the girl? Yes, more than anything. Do I want to keep her? I'm not supposed to want to. I'm meant to be fucking her out of my damn system. I can't keep her. Nothing good happens to women who get tangled up with my family.

"What's wrong?" The feel of Zoe's hands pressing against the side of my face breaks me from my thoughts.

I smirk. "Nothing. I was contemplating if I should fuck you up against the door like… this." I grind my cock into her pussy again. "Or if I should take you to that desk and bend you over it."

I can feel her wetness dripping on me. It seems she likes both options. "And what did you decide?" she asks.

"The desk," I tell her, even though the answer's obvious, as I'm already tugging her across the room. I spin her around and push on her back until the front of her body is laid over the desk and her ass is up in the air for me. Then, lifting the fabric of her dress up over her ass, I squeeze the globes. "Definitely the right choice," I grunt while admiring the view of her ass. Her wet pussy. "You sure you want this, Zoe?" I rub the head of my cock against her clit while waiting for her to answer me.

Zoe looks over her shoulder at me. "If you don't fuck me, Marcel, I'm going to explode. I want this."

Lining myself up with her entrance, I slowly slide inside her. When I bottom out, I pause before sliding back out and pushing back in. Keeping my movements purposely slow. Partly because my body fucking hurts, but mostly because I want this to last. Her cunt wrapped around my cock is the best fucking thing I've ever felt.

All week I've been telling myself that I made up how good she feels. I didn't. It's real. She's real and the way she feels is fucking real.

Zoe pushes back against me as I glide inside her again. My hands tighten on her hips, holding her in place. This isn't her show. It's mine. I'm in control. This ain't no diplomacy. I'm running a damn dictatorship, and I'll be the only one to decide how I fuck her.

I make my movements even slower. Softer. Zoe growls—literally growls—as she tries to thrust her hips. She turns to glare at me from over her shoulder again. "Marcel, you're torturing me."

"Babe, this isn't me torturing you. This is me savouring every second I get to spend inside this tight fucking cunt of yours." I pick up my pace, wrapping her ponytail in my fist as I pull her head up off the table while arching her back. "So. Fucking. Good," I growl with each forward drive of my hips.

"Oh god!" Zoe screams. I drop her hair and move my hand around to cover her mouth, muffling the noises coming out of her. As much as I love hearing her scream, I don't need the whole fucking campus to hear her too.

I quicken my thrusts again, driving into her harder. One hand still covering her mouth, my other gripping her hip. I can feel it, my impending orgasm. But I need her to come first. I'll never allow myself to finish before her—that's just ungentlemanly.

"I want you coming all over my cock, Zoe. I need you to come for me," I tell her as I slide my hand from her hip, down to her cunt, before pressing my fingers against her clit.

She's so fucking wet. It only takes a few seconds of circling to make her explode. Her teeth bite down onto my palm. Fuck. I don't stop, though. I continue fucking her through her release and then finally allow myself to find mine.

I pull out of her and remove the condom, tying it up before throwing it in the bin next to the desk. After tucking my dick back into my pants, I grab Zoe's limp body and spin her around. My fingers brush the loose strands of her hair out of her face. Her eyes blink open and I'm stuck.

I don't know what it is. But there's a need to take her home and look after her. It's weird. I've never felt like this before, like I've just done wrong by her by fucking her in an empty lecture hall.

"You okay?" I ask as I straighten her skirt over her hips.

"Uh-huh," she says.

"You sure?"

"I'm more than okay." Zoe smiles. "But are you? I came here to see if you were okay, not to… well, you know." Her eyes run up my body, and it's a bloody good thing she can't see the bruising under my shirt.

"I could be on my deathbed and I'd still find the energy to fuck you, babe. Nothing is going to stop me from the kind of heaven you're offering," I tell her.

I watch as Zoe's cheeks flame red. "Okay, well. Now that I know you're good… I'll, uh, I should go," she says, clearly flustered.

"I'll walk you. Where did you park?" I pick up my bag and then hers from the floor, where they were both discarded near the door.

"Lucy dropped me off. I'll just get an Uber back to the office."

"I'll drive you." Taking Zoe's hand in mine, I open the door and walk out. The hallway is practically empty, but Zoe still stares at the ground, avoiding all possible eye contact.

We're not even ten steps away from the building when my name's being called out. I turn around and find Dom charging towards us, Lucy trailing close behind him.

"Zoe? Seriously?" he grunts, stopping just in front of us. "Does Izzy know about this little union of yours?"

"No." Zoe shakes her head.

I look between them. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell Dom to fuck off, but he's her friend. Fuck, he's my friend too. Although that could change quickly if he keeps staring at Zoe like she's done something wrong. I learnt early that there really is no such thing as friends when you run in the circles I do. Everyone is always waiting for the opportunity to stab you in the back.

"You know this isn't going to end well for him." Dom dips his head towards me. Zoe glances in my direction, and a look of guilt crosses her face.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop," I tell her before directing my attention to Dom. "I'm more than capable of handling myself."

"I'm aware, but you don't know who her family is. I do. And you know, it's a little fucking strange to me but I don't want to see your ass in the ground just yet," Dom admits.

"Aw, mate, I knew there was something still beating in that cold, dead heart of yours." I smile. "Don't worry. I'll be fine," I tell him. "I'd love to stick around and chat and all, but I got better shit to do." I don't let go of Zoe's hand as I pivot back around and start walking away.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, fucker," Dom calls out after me.

Raising my free hand, I hold up my middle finger without missing a step.

I have no idea what's going on in Zoe's head right now. I shouldn't care. I really need to get my shit together. I'm not supposed to get attached to a woman. I can already feel myself not wanting to let go of Zoe, and that's a huge fucking problem.

Zoe doesn't say a single word the whole ride to her office. She doesn't ask how I knew where she worked when I pull up out front either. Instead, she turns to me with a sadness in her eyes I want to wipe away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started this. With you. I never thought you'd get hurt because of me. And I won't be the reason anything else happens to you."

I lean forward and press my lips against hers, holding the back of her head to keep her close to me. "I didn't get hurt because of you. And nothing is going to happen. Trust me."

"You don't know that. My family, they're… protective. Mikhail isn't going to approve of this."

"You know, I'm the one who's meant to be warning you away from me because of who my family is. Because of our curse. And I can't find it within myself to end this, or try to scare you off."

"What do you mean curse ?" Zoe raises her brows at me.

"My family is cursed. Love never ends well for us, for the women who end up falling for a De Bellis anyway."

"Wait… You actually believe that? That you're cursed?" Zoe's lips tip up into a smile.

"Can't deny cold hard facts, babe." I lift one shoulder.

"Okay, well, I don't believe in curses. But that's beside the point of this conversation."

"Then what is the point?"

"That we shouldn't be doing this. Whatever this is," she says.

"We shouldn't. But we're going to do it anyway." I lean in and press my mouth to hers again. My tongue slides through the seam of her slightly parted lips. She opens wider for me, granting me the access to the part of her I desperately want to taste.

Zoe moans as her tongue swirls around mine. Then she breaks the kiss and opens her eyes. "I think we're doing this anyway." She smiles. "But I really do need to get back to work."

"I'll call you later," I tell her as she gets out of the car. Then I wait for her to walk into her office building before I drive away. "What the fuck are you doing? You know better," I ask aloud, to no one but myself.