—Natasha's POV—
“I’ll scream....Zane...”
“Do it. Scream my name. Scream so the whole building knows who owns you,” he said and reached down to run his hand along my leg. His finger skimmed lightly over my knee, then slowly traced a circle just below the hem of my skirt.
I sucked in a harsh breath, feeling every single muscle tense beneath his touch. Heat flooded my body, my cheeks flushing with heat. I fought the urge to cover my thigh with my hands, to pull my knees together, to curl myself away from his touch, afraid that any movement might give away my weakness.
He seemed to sense my struggle, his smile widening and growing darker before his lips were crashing down on mine once more, forcing open my lips and sucking hungrily at them while his hand slid down farther.
It was tortur
