The Boss’s Slut Games (8)
Zara's POV
Before I could protest…
Vincent's mouth crashed onto mine, swallowing the gasp that tore from my throat. His tongue invaded me, tasting of me: cÚm and sweat. I should've been disgusted, I should've pulled away, but my thighs clenched tighter instead.
"You’re going to miss me," he murmured against my lips. The arrogance in his voice made my pulse spike.
"Never," I spat, glaring into his eyes.
He chuckled, one hand sliding boldly down to grip my ass, fingers digging into my skin. "We’ll see about that."
He took my wrist, leading me out of the bedroom like he owned me. My heart thundered in my chest. I had no idea what I was about to face, but I knew one thing: Lord Nikolai wouldn't take this quietly.
The moment we stepped into the grand hallway o
