Chapter 55

Zara 

The city lights blur into a haze of gold and silver beyond the windows, but I can barely focus on the view with Locke’s mouth descending on mine, claiming mine. His kiss tastes like soy sauce and sweet wine, hot and demanding, his tongue sliding into my open, panting mouth. I moan, my chopsticks clattering forgotten onto the china plate, my body already throbbing with the promise in his wolf eyes. 

He pulls back, towering over me, and in one fluid motion he takes my hand and pulls me out of my chair. 

“Get up,” he growls, voice rough, and I do what he says without even thinking about it. “You stand right here, and don’t you move until I tell you.” 

Mindlessly, I obey, and he strips me right there in front of the floorfto-ceiling windows. I tremble as he peels off my clothes and underwear, tremble more when I’m bare beneath his hungry gaze. 

The cool air kisses my skin as he lifts me onto the polished table, pushing me down. The view stretches out behind me, endless and glittering, but all I feel is the heat of his gaze raking over my exposed breasts, my stomach, the sticky heat between my legs. 

He spreads my thighs wide, then arranges pieces of sushi deliberately across my body. Cool salmon nigiri balances on my hard n*****s, a line of spicy tuna rolls make a line down my stomach, and finally, with a smirk, he presses a delicate piece of yellowtail right against my swollen cunt lips, the rice and fish pressing into my wet folds.