Chapter 7 Who is Quinn?
Hearing Quinn's name coming out of Zane Nash's mouth, Alaia got numb. Her legs froze, and her breathing almost ceased at that exact moment.
In her mind, she recreated the image of the elegant male figure, appearing just as he looked last night. The way he was when she saw him walking by her inside Crush's hallway.
Quintus O'Brien.
That name had long lived in her heart.
"Who is Quinn?" Zane gritted a letter by letter of that name throughout his teeth. He understood by now that Quinn was not someone insignificant to Alaia Jones. Whoever the man was, he mattered to her. Her dumbfounded, glum expression had told him so.
"How the hell would I know?" Alai pretended not to recognize the name. She didn't want to tell Zane anything about it. As if it wasn't enough that he got her to sign that contract and chained her to the bed, his question angered her even more.
How did he know about Quinn? Zane only stared her down, not breaking his gaze from her face for a second.
"Why did you cuff me? Unlock it! You bastard!" She screamed, hoping he would stop with his interrogation.
The contract she signed gave Zane the exclusive right to fuck her, and that was it. Quinn was a part of her private life, emotions, hopes, and dreams. And into that, Zane Nash didn't deserve to have insight. He didn't buy that.
What he bought was her body, not her heart and soul.
It ached, listening to this devil mentioning Quinn. Zane Nash was unworthy of even uttering the man's name.
"Alaia Jones!" Zane shouted at her impatiently, showing Alaia he wouldn't tolerate her dodging his questions. "Who is Quinn?" He asked again, with his voice chilled and his stare even more threatening.
He wouldn’t stop until he got an answer, Alaia realized.
"An... old friend," she replied, her voice sounding flat.
A friend? Zane slowly approached the bed Alaia was on, his eyes glaring and narrowed like in a viper.
Does she think I was born yesterday? That I'm stupid? Zane knew she didn't have any male friends. Actually, she didn't have many female friends either. His secretary informed him at his request of every friend, male or female, Alaia ever had these years.
"Really? A friend, you say? What kind of friend makes you scream his name when fucking?" Alaia got staggered by the coldness in Zane's eyes. And the chillness in his voice. He was always cold and unemotional, but now it reached another level.
Zane Nash looked like out of himself. With every millisecond, he was getting closer. And that scared her the most. Alaia understood what it meant. This man knew of only one way to punish her. But why he chose her, she had no idea.
I have to shift the topic, and I have to do it fast! She thought.
"I'm good at cooking, you know! Are you hungry? Do you like Veal Parmigiana?" Alaia exclaimed the first thing she could think of, remembering she had a great recipe for that dish.
Veal Parmigiana?
Zane's anger surged up, going to the extreme
"I could make it for you if..." He pounced at her the next, not letting her finish the sentence. He wrapped his hands around her naked body, attacking her lips. He bit her lower lip hard. Soon, Alaia tasted blood.
And then, Zane continued biting and nipping down her neck and breasts. He forcefully spread her legs, pushing two of his curled fingers immediately inside her. And he only kept pumping them into her.
When his teeth took her nipple in between while he fingered her rough and fast, Alaia couldn't stand the torture. It hurt like hell.
"Stop it! It hurts!" She shouted. Zane was always rough with her so far but never like this. It feels so awful.
“WHO IS QUINN?” Zane roared fiercely.
"The man I love!" She finally confessed in a single breath.
"What?" Zane couldn't believe what he had just heard. The man she loved! Alaia Jones was in love with another man.
"Quinn... is the man I love!" She repeated, almost spelling the words out for him. The way she said it pissed him off more. Zane couldn't resist his urge to hurt her, fisting her hair at once. Alaia screamed when he pulled her head backward.
"You are mine! You sold yourself to me! Your body, your heart, and soul are all mine!" Zane shouted back at her. He had never bought a woman before. All other women threw themselves at him constantly. Zane Nash never paid to fuck, and his reaction to Alaia's confession shocked him.
As if I am jealous, Zane thought, scaring himself. But he quickly put it off, telling himself Alaia Jones was nobody to him, and this was only an act of revenge, nothing more.
"You bought my body! Not my heart! You don't get to dictate who I love!" Alaia laughed bitterly and defiantly, thinking he had it all wrong. I'm not yours! I'll never be yours, Zane Nash! She silently promised. "You're savage! Let go of me! Fuck off!" She hissed, only adding gasoline to the fire.
"Quinn, who? What's his last name?" Zane questioned, holding Alaia down as she fought toughly. She tried to get her hand out of that cuff. But to no avail. Lying there helplessly underneath this outrageous, evil bastard only made her feel shame.
She felt cornered like an animal.
Hearing no answer, Zane continued his attack, tearing the clothes off his body. Then he launched back at the woman he had paid to fuck. He was determined to show her her place!
The only role Alaia Jones now had was to please his sexual appetite.
Alaia fought against him hard, tears running down her cheeks. Zane didn't care, having her legs thrown on his shoulders while holding the tip of his fully erected shaft at her entrance. And just as he was about to penetrate her, he heard the man's full name getting rolled out of her lips.
"Quinn Whitefield," Alaia ousted through sobs, making up that name.
She couldn't bear Zane's assault. He was furious, and she knew the ordeal would be devastating for her.
Zane finally stopped, getting off Alaia and the bed. He took his phone and called his men, ordering them to find a man named Quinn Whitefield.
"What are you going to do to him?" Zane heard Alaia ask fearfully. She was worried for that Quinn guy.
Zane had never taken a woman by force. Every other chick would give herself willingly to him. But not the fucking Alaia Jones. Again, the bitch humiliated him.
"I'm going to rip his heart out!" Zane turned to Alaia with a threatening face. Then he approached the bed, this time with a slightly different approach.
He would make her want him. He would fuck both her dignity and that Quinn out of her system.
"Don't! It hurts!" Alaia begged him, watching him mount on top of her. She couldn't stand the torture he made her go through just minutes ago. Zane listened, slowly guiding his cock inside her, slowing down his moves a little this time.
"Kiss me!" He ordered, gliding in and out of Alaia's tight pussy. He liked the way she felt around him. Alaia obeyed, closing her eyes and kissing his cheek, not wanting to irritate the beast further.
Zane cupped her oval face, finding her lips with his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and deepened their kisses. His hands stroked her breasts and thighs, his fingers pinching and twisting her nipples. His kisses and touches were arousing Alaia gradually.
She let out the first moan, then the other.
And soon, she couldn't stop panting and groaning. The first signs of pleasure started building up inside her belly. Alaia damned herself for feeling this way, and she cursed this asshole for doing this to her.
"Open your eyes! Look at me!" Zane ordered, quickening his pace. "Tell me, who do you see is fucking you? Scream my fucking name while you come!" He demanded, repeating his commands a few times while pounding wildly now into her.
Alaia couldn't stand it, her walls clasping and tightening around Zane's shaft.
"Zane Nash is fucking me," she answered through moans and sighs, reaching the verge of an orgasm. But she still refused to cry out the asshole's name even when the tidal wave of ultimate pleasure struck her entire body and brain.
Alaia was screaming loud and hard. But not once did she oust his name again.
"You'll submit to me! You're mine to do what I want with you. One month, I’ll make you be heels over your head in love with me!" Zane promised her through groans of his own, finally coming. He would give her back the humiliation she put on him. Make her fall for him, then dump her, and destroy her, completely!
Never! I'll never love you! Alaia shouted silently.
Another man had already taken her heart.
Even if there wasn't Quintus O'Brien occupying it, she could never possibly love this devil of a man!