Zeke's Rule(28)

Looking at his reflection, seeing the blood splattered on his face, his dark hair mused, and his eyes sharing nothing except endless darkness, Zeke knew he was a man that could never give a woman a happily ever after. He wasn’t a man that could be sweet and kind, or make her dreams come true. But he wanted to try with Alessandria. He wanted to make her smile, to have her looking up at him because she knew he’d always be there for her, no matter what.

He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and turned from the mirror. He stripped out of his clothes, stepping into the shower and nearly groaning at how good the chilled water felt.

He washed his body and hair quickly, rinsing off the dirt, grime, blood, and violence. He moved his hand down to his straining erection, gripped the fucker, and held off his groan. He really shouldn’t do this with her downstairs, confused, scared, but he’d be lying of he didn’t admit that her fear of what he could do, her apprehension of him, turned him on to a degree.

His arousal for her was unbearable, and if he didn’t take care of his hard-on, he wouldn’t be able to keep his head in the game, which meant making sure she was fully healed, and fully understood what he wanted from her.

He gripped his shaft tighter, squeezing his hand tight around the thick girth until he clenched his jaw as pain and pleasure coursed through him. He started a slow stroke, up and down, root to tip, running his palm over the engorged head, and feeling his own pre-cum slick him up. He was breathing heavily, his arm working faster, his hand pumping harder over his dick as his climax neared. The one person that fueled his desire was just downstairs, her body the most glorious thing he’d ever seen. She might have lived a hard life, but she was pure. She maddened him, inflamed him, and drove him crazy. She was everything he wanted in a woman, everything he needed in his life, and now with Gerald gone, Zeke intended on making her his in every way.





She should have moved on, gone to her room, shut herself in, and let him have this time to collect himself. Hell, she needed to collect herself, too. These last few weeks had been confusing, in a way. Not only did she find peace and comfort in an evil man, but she cared for him. He’d taken out Gerald because of the threat, the fact Gerald had tried to bring him down. But she knew, without a doubt, that Zeke had killed Gerald for her, too. He’d said so, and she knew that although he was dark and evil, he was also good.#p#分页标题#e#

Breathing out roughly, she moved down the hallway, walked into his room, and heard the shower running. She was nearly all healed, and aside from a few faded, almost invisible bruises on her body, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so healthy.

The closer she moved toward that bathroom door, the faster she felt her pulse race. Alessandria knew that if she was ever going to find a man to love her, find a man that could give her what she wanted, needed, without exploiting her and her desires, she’d have to trust him fully. She wanted that from Zeke, and unless she was reading this whole situation wrong, reading him wrong, she saw that same desire in his face. This wasn’t about sex, wasn’t about him controlling her, although she was sure it was that, too. He’d kissed her, touched her, but when he looked at her, there was more in his eyes.

She’d be honest with him, tell him how she felt, what she wanted from him. She’d also tell him that she enjoyed things, certain pleasures. Alessandria wasn’t afraid of him, and in fact, she’d never felt safer than she did with Zeke.

As she stood there, hearing the sound of the water falling hard, heard the distinct sound of Zeke’s harsh, fast breathing, something in her shifted. Alessandria felt her eyes widen, and despite the entire situation, her worry through the night, the fact Zeke killed Gerald presumably just hours ago, a fresh stream of moisture slipped from her pussy.

Oh, God, I’m sick.

But even thinking that didn’t stop her desire for this man.

Another low moan came from the other side of the door and had the adrenaline pumping through her veins harder. Was Zeke doing what she thought he was doing?

Felling another wave of arousal, adrenaline, and even excitement course through her, she pushed the door open enough so that she could see inside. Steam saturated the small room, slightly suffocating her.

Alessandria slipped inside, never as bold as she was right now, and especially not with a man like Zeke. But the truth was that her body was acting on its own, moving her forward, closer to the man she’d fallen for because of his care of her in her darkest hour.

She stayed close to the door, seeing Zeke’s hard, big body on the other side of the frosted glass shower doors. She could see the outline of his muscular form, could even see his hand pumping up and down at his groin. Her throat tightened, dried, and she licked her lips. She clenched her fingers together, her hands now in tight fists at her sides. Alessandria was unable to stop herself when it came to him.