Bound to the calloway's heir

ZANE.

The helicopter's roar was a relentless pulse in my ears, but my eyes were fixed on Sienna, slumped against me on the chopper's cold metal floor. Her hair fell across her face as she took shallow breaths. Her grip on Belinda loosened as her eyes fluttered shut. I had caught her as she passed out, my arm was wrapped around her waist, stirring up my desire.

Belinda lay beside her, sedated, her face pale, her lips had a blue tinge from the cartel's drugs. Even though I had pulled off the duct tape, her breaths were faint,

Noah's voice crackled from the cockpit. "ETA to the penthouse, eight minutes. Hang tight, guys."

I nodded, though he couldn't see. I tightened my hand around Sienna's waist. Her cheek was smeared with blood. She had been reckless in an admirable way, climbing that ladder with Belinda despite how bullets were raining around her. The way she had fought for her sister back on the roof gave me the strength to fight harder. Because even if I was fighting it, the glaring truth was that I was in love with Sienna Carter and couldn't bear to lose her out there.

Damian leaned back. "Hell of a night, huh?" His voice was rough, his eyes flicking to Sienna, then me, a knowing glint in them.

Liam, clutching his arm, glanced up from his tablet. "We're not clear yet. They could still be out there."

Damian tapped on his seat. "Step on the gas, brother."

I listened to their talks but was too tired to attend. I merely nodded when they directed any questions to me. The chopper descended on the penthouse's rooftop pad, and Noah brought us down with a jolt, slowing the rotors.

I lifted Sienna, resting her head against my chest, while Damian and Ethan took Belinda. We stepped onto the pad and walked off the helicopter. A medic was there waiting to receive us. He rushed forward, leading us through the glass doors into the penthouse's foyer. "This way," he said,

I carried Sienna down the hall. I fought the urge to hold her closer and let my hands explore her beautiful body. She was vulnerable, and I was supposed to be her protector, not a man losing himself to desire. I loved her, and every moment I held her made it harder to hide.

The medic directed Damian and Ethan to a guest room and laid Belinda on a bed. The medic moved fast, hooking her to an IV. He checked her vitals, muttering about sedatives and recovery times. I watched for a moment, ensuring she was in good hands, then turned down the hall, carrying Sienna to my bedroom. I needed her close to know she was safe.

I laid Sienna down in the king-sized bed when I got to the room, her body sinking into the white sheets, her hair fanning out. I let my fingers linger on her arm, tracing the curve of her skin to her cheek. My chest tightened with want, the sight of her stirring that fire I couldn't douse.

Damian appeared in the doorway, his shoulder bandaged now. "We're heading out," he said.

"All of you?" I asked as Liam and Ethan joined him.

"Yes. We need to patch up and lie low. You good here?" he replied.

I nodded, my eyes still on Sienna. "Yeah. I have got this."

Liam's eyes flicked to Sienna, then back to me. "Lock it down, Zane. They will come again."

"I know, go. I will handle it," I said,

Ethan clapped my shoulder, "Watch your back, brother."

"You too. Thank you for today," I said.

They nodded silently at me before they left the room. I listened to their receding footsteps until the house was silent.

I stood over Sienna, my hands itching to touch her and smooth the hair from her face. I wanted to feel her warmth under my fingers. I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing my hand over her arm. My pulse quickened as my body came alive with want. I forced myself to pull back. I stepped away from the bed and began pacing the room to distract myself from the growing desire I felt. But my eyes kept returning to her slightly parted lips.

I kept staring at her until her eyelids fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her lips. I was at her side in an instant.

Her eyes opened slowly, searching the room before landing on me. "Zane?" Her voice was weak, but it sent a jolt through me, igniting the fire I had been fighting.

"You're safe," I said, "You're in my penthouse."

She sat up slowly, wincing as she touched her hand to her cheek, "Belinda?" Her eyes widened in panic, flaring, and she tried to stand.

I caught her, "She's in the guest room. Medics have checked her. She's stable but not yet awake. She will be okay."

Her breath hitched with relief, flooding her face, but her eyes stayed on mine. "Thank you, Zane."

My hands lingered on her waist. She was so close, her fragrance filled my senses. I couldn't hide it anymore, especially the need that burned through me.

She stepped closer, her hands brushing my chest as her fingers curled their way into my shirt.

My body tensed with every nerve alive with her touch. "Sienna," I murmured, lifting my hand to cup her face. Her skin was warm and soft,

"Zane," she whispered, her body leaning into mine. I slid my hand to her neck, tangling her hair with my fingers, and she tilted her head, parting her lips open.

Our lips met in a slow kiss that burned through every lie I had told myself. Her hands roamed my chest, and I pulled her closer. I used just one finger to expertly tilt her shirt to explore the ripeness of her swelling breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. She mused distractedly; she waited, breathless with anticipation, as I trailed my fingers patiently down, drawing inexorably towards the throbbing mounds. When my fingers finally scooped up the shirt to cup it, she let out a little gasp, unconsciously egging me on for more.

Her nipples instantly hardened at the sweet tenderness of my touch. I played with one, lazily tracing its tip with my forefinger. My left hand came down as well, first lowering the other strap and then caressing her other breast, gently rubbing the rosebud peak until it hardened too, resulting in similar pleasurable sensations coursing through her.

I looked into her eyes, which had clouded with arousal. My gaze dropped to my own hands, now cupping her breasts.

"Exquisite!" I exclaimed.

She closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from the brilliance of my gaze.

"Please." That one single word escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Kiss me, Zane."

As I lowered my head to take one of the tumescent peaks into my mouth, my tongue flicking it expertly, she sighed with pleasure. The wetness of my mouth assuaged the heat I had caused, my tongue now lapping at the engorged tip. When I raised my head momentarily, she groaned her protest.

I laughed delightedly and moved to her other breast, taking it into my mouth to bestow the same treatment I had on its twin. She traced the hairs on my head, ruffling them gently, gasping with each movement of my mouth.

Delicately, I played with the taut peaks, drawing them into my mouth again and again, alternately bathing them with my tongue and blowing gently on them with my warm breath. She whimpered as her arousal grew, soft sounds of pleasure emanating from her lips.

She cradled my head in her hands, unconsciously guiding it in response to her body's yearnings. When I stopped kissing her breasts, she moved her own hands over me to keep them in place, cupping the now tender mounds. My fingers still toyed with our tips, replacing my lips and tongue, the rhythmic rubbing of my thumbs ensuring her arousal remained unabated.

"You are something to die for, Sienna," I said huskily.

Without thinking, she began to giggle as they both ripped off each other's clothing as quickly as they could until they stood before each other completely naked.

I lay her down gently onto the bed, between the pillows, and as her back touched the mattress, she smiled at me.

She winked as I parted her legs until they were wide enough to accommodate my head. I stared at her navel and kissed the soft curls until I was at the edge of her wetness. She was already wet for me, and I was happy,

"Hmmm, don't ever stop, poke me harder," Sienna whimpered over and over as I sucked at her clits selfishly, just like she wanted.

Sienna's moans jostled me to the task at hand. She continued to moan aloud, calling my name randomly when she could not hold the cries. She would chuckle, scream, and pull at my hair, but I continued to eat the juicy flesh. After a few minutes, I stuck out my tongue until it was over my chin, flat and wide, then I put it at the tip of her vulva, making sure it was wet. I started to move my head up and down, pulling my tongue over her vagina slowly until my tongue was over her clit. I did this for a few more minutes, then made a small "o" shape with my lips, the perfect size for her clit. I poked my tongue inside her and gently started to suck, then I increased the pace, sucking as fast as I could, wildly. I used my tongue to massage her clit. She clings to my head in reaction.

Her cries grew louder, and I felt the urge to keep going at it, not getting tired.

"Zane, I want you inside me. Now."

"Gladly," I said. My fingers found their way to her thighs. I was not surprised to discover she was slick with thick wetness. I rolled her onto her back and thrust her in one quick movement, and she cried out with pleasure. My hands were rough on her breasts as I pinched lightly at her burgeoning nipples, holding them roughly between my thumb and forefinger. She cried out again. "Please, yes, oh my. Oh, please. Faster!"

I obliged readily, thrusting into her as hard as I could, the rhythmic movements mimicked by the synchronized arching of her hips, matching him stroke for stroke. When it rose to a crescendo, I couldn't help letting out a guttural cry of triumph, matched by her moans of satisfaction as she called out my name repeatedly. We climaxed together. I lay on top of her, reluctant to move away. I didn't want to say anything either, careful not to ruin the magic between us. When I glanced over at her, she stared at the ceiling, a dreamy look in her eyes.

Just then, the IV machine rang off, and we sat up at once, staring in the direction of the door as it dawned on us what that sound meant. Belinda was awake.