Chapter 20: OLIVE's POV
I'd never been f****d in a closet.
Backseats, sure. Hotel bathrooms, once. But never this—never pressed into a tight, dark space with shelves digging into my shoulder blades and the smell of flour and spices thick in the air.
The second Zane pushed me inside and shut the door, we were so close I could feel his heartbeat against my breasts, could feel his breath on my neck, could feel how hard he already was pressing against my stomach.
My arms were trapped between us, palms flat against his chest because there was nowhere else to put them. Every breath I took rubbed me against him. Every movement made the space feel smaller.
I'd never felt this caged in my life.
His mouth found mine again—slow, filthy, open-mouthed kisses that tasted like the orange juice we'd
