The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

ASTRA

“You.”

The single word hit me like a punch to the chest.

I stared up at him, lips still tingling, heart slamming so hard against my ribs I thought it might break.

Zane Ashton had just kissed me.

My first kiss.

And he’d taken it like he had every right to it.

Panic exploded through me.

I shoved at his chest hard, tears blurring my vision.

“No no, this isn’t happening,” I choked out, voice shaking. “You can’t just… you can’t do that!”

I twisted desperately, trying to slip out from between him and the wall, needing to run, needing air, needing to get away from the boy who had spent years destroying me and was now kissing me like he owned my soul.

But Zane didn’t let me.

His hand shot out, grabbing my wrist again and slamming it back against the wall above my head. Then the other one. Both my wrists pinned in one of his large hands.

I gasped as he pressed his body fully against mine, trapping me completely.

“Zane, stop!” I cried, squirming against him. “Let me go!”

“No.”

His voice was low and rough.

He leaned in until his forehead pressed against mine, his breath hot against my lips.

“You think you can run after I finally taste you?” he growled. “After you kissed me back like you’ve been dying for it?”

“I didn’t…”

“Liar.”

His free hand slid down my side, gripping my soft waist hard enough to make me whimper. His fingers dug into the plush curve of my hip, pulling me tighter against him.

“You feel that?” he murmured darkly, pressing his hips forward so I could feel exactly how hard he was against my stomach. “That’s what you do to me. Every fucking day. And you think I’m just going to let you run away now?”

Tears slipped down my cheeks.

My body was betraying me again, nipples tight, thighs trembling, heat pooling shamefully between my legs even as fear and anger warred inside me.

“Zane… please,” I whispered, voice breaking. “You’ve hated me for years. Why are you doing this?”

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He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my chest.

His mouth brushed mine again, teasing, threatening. “I hated how much I wanted to ruin you. How every time you walked past me in those tight little skirts, all I could think about was bending you over and fucking the shy out of you.”

My knees nearly gave out.

He pressed me harder into the wall, moonlight spilling across his sharp, beautiful, terrifying face.

“You’re mine now,” he said, voice low and final. “Say it.”

I shook my head, tears falling faster.

“I can’t…”

“Say it.”

His hand slid lower, gripping my thick thigh and pulling it up around his hip, opening me to him even more.

I whimpered, overwhelmed.

“Zane…”

“Say. It.”

His mouth hovered over mine, waiting.

My voice came out small, shaky, broken.

“…I’m yours.”

A dark, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

“Good girl.”

The words had barely left his mouth before Zane kissed me again.

Harder.

Deeper.

Like he was claiming every inch of me.

I couldn’t breathe.

His mouth devoured mine, tongue pushing past my lips without mercy, stroking against mine in a way that made my knees buckle. I whimpered into the kiss, overwhelmed, but he didn’t let up.

He tilted my head back further with the hand still gripping my neck and licked into my mouth like he owned it.

“Open,” he growled against my lips, voice rough and demanding. “Open your mouth wider for me.”

I obeyed without thinking, lips parting more.

Zane made a low, satisfied sound and thrust his tongue deeper, rubbing it against the roof of my mouth in slow, filthy strokes that made my head spin.

I gasped, trying to pull back for air, but he wouldn’t let me.

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He sucked my tongue into his mouth, hard, then bit down on my lower lip, tugging it between his teeth until I moaned

The sound seemed to snap something inside him.

His hand left my neck and slid down to grip my other thick thigh, yanking it up around his hip so he could press harder between my legs. I could feel how hard he was thick and insistent against my core through our clothes.

“Fuck,” he groaned into my mouth, biting my lip again before soothing it with his tongue. “You taste so fucking good when you’re scared.”

I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Could only feel his tongue dominating mine, his teeth grazing my swollen lips, his hips grinding slowly against me like he was already fucking me right there against the wall.

Tears slipped down my cheeks from the intensity.

Zane pulled back just enough to look at me, breathing hard, eyes wild and dark.

“Look at you,” he rasped, thumb dragging across my wet, bitten lips. “Crying and trembling… but still rubbing yourself against me like a needy little slut.”

I whimpered, mortified, but my hips twitched again without my permission.

Zane’s smirk was pure sin.

“That’s it,” he murmured, leaning in to bite my bottom lip again. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me.”

He kissed me once more, slower this time, but no less filthy. His tongue stroked deep, claiming every corner of my mouth while his hand squeezed my thigh hard enough to leave marks.

When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, lips swollen and shiny, tears still clinging to my lashes.

Zane stared down at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

And for the first time… I was scared he actually might.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, lips throbbing from how brutally he’d kissed them. My head was spinning so fast I felt dizzy.

This isn’t real. This can’t be happening. Zane Ashton doesn’t want me. He hates me.

But the way his green eyes burned down at me in the dark foyer, glowing almost unnaturally in the moonlight, made my stomach twist with something far more terrifying than hate.

I pulled away sharply, turning my face to the side, gasping for air like I’d been underwater. My wrists were still pinned above my head in his massive hand, and both my thick thighs were wrapped around his hips. I could feel the hard, intimidating length of him pressed right between my legs, grinding slowly against me through our clothes. The pressure made heat flood through my core, soaking my panties even more.

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