Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Seven
Elizabeth’s POV
Two Months Later
“Again!” Block, block, side kick, punch, sweep.
“Damn it!” He dodged me again.
“Come on, Princess, again! You can do this, baby.” I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. We had been at it for over three hours already and I was exhausted, but I wasn’t stopping until I got his ass on the ground. I had to get serious if I wanted to take him down. Come on, think ten steps ahead.
Block, roundhouse, block, dodge left. Zen pulled his gun from his waistband and I quickly disarmed him. Once the gun was out of his hand, he swept his legs under my feet knocking me to the ground. Before he could restrain me, I rocked back on my hands, springing back to my feet and dodging right. He swung his fist at me, but I stepped past him and countered with a blow to the back of his neck. He stumbled forward and I gripped onto his long hair, yanking it back and drawing my dagger before his knees even hit the padding. With the sharpened edge against his throat, he smiled proudly, showing off his gorgeous dimples.
My lungs burned with the deep breaths I was sucking in, but I didn’t care. I was pretty damn proud of myself too. I sheathed my dagger, pulling him to his feet.
I had busted my ass for the past two months, training for anywhere from two to six hours a day just so I could get to this point. This wasn’t the first time I had won against Zen, but it was getting easier to do so as time went on. I was getting addicted to the adrenalin, and I could see why Zen had chosen a life where he was constantly high on it. Still, I wasn’t a killer. I could get the blade to his neck, but even imagining that it was Dan instead of Zen, I still wouldn’t be able to slit his throat. Zen knew this, and I think he was worried about me, but he didn’t say anything.
The last eight weeks had passed in one big fog. We spent every day together, locked in this small house and only leaving when we needed to go shopping. We didn’t mind. We still hadn’t gotten tired of each other, and I didn’t think we ever would. Waking up next to Zen was my favorite part of each day, especially when I could catch him mumbling about his love for me in his sleep. After the first time, I stopped telling him that he was doing it. It was my little secret. Every night that passed drew us closer together, and I could no longer remember my life outside of Zen. He was the love of my life, and I was determined to show him that the best I could.
Janice still bothered us frequently, even more so recently with the party being tomorrow. We had to get Tom to send us some wedding bands so that she would stop asking when ours would get sized. To my surprise, Tom sent me a real diamond ring. It was absolutely gorgeous, simple with a bit of a vintage feel, and when I went to thank him, he said that Zen had actually chosen it. I couldn’t be separated from him that night. We had put off buying our clothes for tomorrow night’s masquerade, until yesterday, and I still hadn’t shown Zen my dress. I wanted it to be a surprise.
My dad reported me missing a few weeks ago after Miss Eleanor went to the police station. I guess he could no longer cover my disappearance. Still, he hadn’t posted it to the surrounding states yet, so we had no trouble. Everything was quiet as far as Dan went, and I knew it was freaking Zen out. He was walking on thin ice, waiting for it to break and pull us both under. That’s why I convinced him to go to the whore’s party. We both needed to get out and socialize with more than just Tom and each other. He agreed so long as I would be armed and prove capable of defending myself. Tonight, I had done just that, so I was absolutely relieved.
I jogged up the stairs in my leggings and sports bra, earning a whistle from Zen. I shook my head in amusement, turning to give him a playful wink. He was still panting from the fight with his hands on his hips, sweat glistening off his toned body. His black hair had grown to the point that it almost reached his smoldering eyes. Hot damn, he was sexy. But I needed water. I padded to the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge and downing half of it. He wasn’t the only one who had changed. My hair reached my butt, and my body had become lean and toned. I had never been more fit in my life, and I loved the confidence that came from it.
The doorbell rang just as Zen walked through the door. He furrowed his brow, and I returned his look of confusion. Who would be visiting us? I reached the door first, ignoring the look of disapproval from Zen. I could answer a door. I peered through the peephole to see a young man dressed in a light blue dress shirt and khaki pants, holding what looked like a plate of brownies. He was attractive, with soft facial features and shoulder length light-brown hair. His caramel colored eyes hid behind long lashes and he had plump pink lips. I didn’t see any obvious weapons and with how he was nervously shifting from one foot to the other, I didn’t think he was dangerous. I unlocked the door just as he was moving to knock again. He seemed surprised that I answered and gave my sweaty and half-dressed body a once over before swallowing hard.
“H-Hi. Um, you must be Abigail.” He stuttered, his cheeks reddening. Oh, this must be Janice’s son.
“Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you. You’re Collin, right?” He seemed surprised by my deduction.
“Yes, I am. My mom sent me over to give you these. I guess she wanted to bribe you guys into coming to the party tomorrow.” He gave me an adorably shy smile, showing off his white teeth. I smiled back at him politely, taking the tray from him. It felt rude not to invite him inside, but I knew Zen would have my head if I did something so reckless. I placed the brownies on the end table beside the door and turned back to see Collin licking his lips with his eyes on my ass. Worried he had been caught, his eyes immediately shot to the ground. “W-well, I’d better get going. My mom has me running errands all day. I, um, look forward to seeing you at the party, A-Abigail.” This kid was so nervous. Was it my looks or the awkwardness of the situation that made him that way? I thanked him sincerely and closed the door, locking the three types of locks before turning around to take a shower.
Strangely enough, Zen was not standing behind me while I was talking to Collin. I brushed it off and walked over to the bathroom, not bothering to put the brownies in the kitchen. Once I had stripped off my sweaty clothes, I climbed into the steaming shower. It felt amazing after the workout I had. I was busy allowing the hot water to run over my face when I felt Zen’s firm grip on my hips.
I didn’t have much time to think before he pushed me up against the shower wall, blocking me in with his hips. I gasped when my back hit the cold tile. Zen’s eyes were predatory, piercing into me with great intensity. I shuddered at his glower, trying to pry my eyes from his. He gripped my face roughly, pulling himself mere inches from my face. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Collin.” He mimicked, disdain dripping from his voice. He’s jealous?
“I was just being polite, Zen.” I defended myself. He growled in response.
“That bastard wasn’t ‘just being polite’ while he was checking out your ass.” I tried to hide the smirk that wanted to surface. I had never see Zen like this before, and it was a little exciting. “You’re fucking mine, Elizabeth.” He growled again, crashing his lips onto mine with a desperate aggression. One of his hands gripped my breast, while the other made its way to my ass, pulling me closer until I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach. I moaned into his mouth and the hand that was massaging my breast climbed up to my neck, wrapping around it firmly, nearly cutting off my air supply.
I could already feel the come accumulating between my legs at his dominating tone and actions. I moved my hands up his wet abdomen ‘til I reached his nipples. I brushed my thumbs over them, making him groan into my mouth.
“Fuck, Elizabeth!” He turned me around so that my breasts were pressed firmly against the tile, pulling my hands behind my back, bending me forward a little and holding them down with one of his. I cried out in surprise when he quickly buried himself inside of me, his other hand digging into my hip painfully. “Fucking say it, Elizabeth. Say you’re fucking mine.”
“I’m yours, Zen!” I cried out as he pounded into me. I could feel his drenched hair dripping onto my ass, and the sound of our wet bodies colliding had me melting into his arms. It was so utterly sexy the way he groaned, filling the shower stall with echoes of it.
“Again.” He demanded with that ruthless authority in his voice.
“I’m yours!” He picked up his pace, but it was becoming difficult with me restrained, so he freed my hands.
“Put your hands by your fucking head, now!” He barked, and I obeyed quickly. His other hand found the other side of my hip, and he dug his fingernails into my flesh. I pushed my hips back, eager to feel him movements. He then began to pound me even harder, and I was glad he let me go so I could support myself. My legs were starting to shake and I was having a hard time holding myself up. My moans and cries were drowning out even the sound of the water. “You like it when I fuck you like this, baby?” He whispered into my ear, making me moan louder.
“Yes baby.” I whimpered.
“I’m the only one. The only one who will ever be inside of you. The only one who will feel your amazing pussy squeezing their dick. Do you understand?” I growled at his words. His possessiveness was beyond hot and I loved it.
“Yes, Zen. The only one.” I could feel my stomach tightening quickly. “Fuck!” I shouted at the waves of pleasure he was giving me. With one smooth move, he flipped me around again, taking my lips in his. He then lifted up my right leg, draping it over his forearm and burying back into me. The way his torso glistened nearly had me drooling. The moans on his lips vibrated against me, and I wanted nothing more but to have his come dripping out of me.
“Come in me, please!” I begged, following it with a shout in pleasure. He groaned, pulling me closer to him so that our chests were touching, still thrusting into me from below with force. I had been on birth control for a month already, courtesy of a local women’s clinic, but he still hadn’t done it. I think he was worried that it wouldn’t work or something.
“Fuck, Elizabeth. I have to. You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop!” My hands moved to around his neck before snaking into his hair. I tugged it the way I knew he loved and he groaned loudly. “I need you to fucking come, baby.” He nearly shouted at me. His lustful glare pushed me over the edge, and I was completely drowning in him. My legs gave out as I convulsed between him and the wall, but he held me up. “Yes! Fuck!” My orgasm was trying to push him out of me, but he wouldn’t let it. He buried himself as deep as he could go while he released his come inside of me. “Elizabethhh….” He moaned, biting down on my shoulder, shuddering against me.
His own legs began to give out, and he lowered me to the floor in his arms, cradling me. “I love you.” I cooed in his ear, kissing it while trying to regulate my breathing beneath the raining water.
“I love you too, Princess. More than anything.”