Page 99 of Zeus

I had let my mind convince me that Zayne wasn't lying, that he didn't mess with that girl that first night, and as true as that may have been, there's no way they've been spending time with each other so often for it not to have progressed.

Assuming what they've been doing and hearing it firsthand are two very different things.

"That right there," Zayne groans, the limited insulation in the cabin making it easy to hear what's going on inside. "Oh, fuck me, sweet girl. That's good."

"You like that?" she says, a certain edge of teasing in her tone.

"More than I should," Zayne responds. "But if you wanna play dirty, then I get to play dirty, too."

She squeals in delight, making me believe that she isn't exactly upset with what's happening inside.

"Oh," she whimpers. "That's what you need tonight?"

"You want it?"

"I want it so bad, Curtis. Can I have it? Please?"

"I want you to beg how you're supposed to beg," he chides, and the sound of his voice and those words makes my fucking skin crawl.

I got nothing more than fucking grunts and cum on my hand and in my mouth from this guy.

I shake my head, trying to rid it of the sounds I'm hearing now and every fucking memory lodged in there from what we've done together. Clearly, he isn't the man I thought I knew.

I had presumed the guy was fully gay, but I can't recall a time when he actually confirmed that fact.

"Please, Daddy? Give your baby girl exactly what she needs."

"God, it makes me want to fuck that sweet mouth every time you say that to me."

"Is that what Daddy needs?" she coos.

"Not right now, baby girl. Get on your hands and knees. Let me take care of what you need. Then you can take care of me."

"I feel like a winner, Daddy."

"Get your ass in the air. Let me see that sweet little hole of yours."

I swallow bile, forcing it back down my throat, a part of me wanting to turn around and leave, my heart aching in a way it never has before.

"That's it, baby girl. Show me what you got. Oh, that's a nice little pink hole. Are you ready?"

"Always ready for you, Daddy."

"Take it then," he says, earning a weird chuckle from her.

Jealousy threatens to get a chokehold on me, but anger that he could be fucking with her in the first place wins out.

I don't know which one decides to open the door, either the man who has never heard Zayne talk like that before, despite their interactions, or the one enraged that he'd take advantage of someone who is very likely a victim here.

What I see when I step inside is nothing that I could've ever imagined.

"What the fuck?" I growl.

"What?" Zayne snaps, glaring at me over his shoulder. "She likes getting fucked in the ass."

"So fucking good, Daddy," she moans. "Go deeper."

My mouth hangs open as they both look at me, paying no attention whatsoever to the cards in their hands or the stack on the floor in between them.