Chapter Twenty-Two
Laila’s POV
Zane’s hands were pinned over my wrists, trapping them against the leather cushions, his broad chest rising and falling against mine like a roaring furnace. The heat of his body was suffocating, intoxicating, and completely overwhelming my alcohol-numbed mind.
"I look at you and I lose my f*****g mind," he whispered, his golden eyes burning down into mine with a dark, primal intensity.
My breath hitched in my throat. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs, caught between the sheer terror of his aura and the electric spark shooting through my veins everywhere his skin touched mine.
Before I could part my lips to speak, the heavy wooden doors of the penthouse burst open with a loud, echoey bang.
"Zane, darling! The security guards said you dragged some
