The drive back to the estate was silent, tense, overflowing with a pressure building between us. I rubbed my legs together in an attempt to keep my breathing steady.
The air in the car was so thick with unspoken desire, one could smell the lust in the air, and I was drowning in it.
Zayne, on the other hand, held a professional front.
His eyes were hollow, completely focused on the road. Forming my lips in a thin line, considering silence the best, I waited, until we reached our home.
The second the doors to the mansion closed behind us, the "caring husband" mask shattered.
Zayne didn't wait for the foyer light to be turned on.
He grabbed my waist and hauled me against him, his mouth crashing onto mine with a wild, uncontrollable hunger that made my knees instantly give out.
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