The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

ASTRA

“No… Zane, don’t touch there…”

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My words died in a sharp gasp as his hand came down in a firm, wet smack right between my legs, over my soaked panties.

I jolted, a startled cry escaping my throat.

“Why?” he growled against my ear, jealousy thick in his voice. “Because my Trouble has a boyfriend now?”

Before I could answer, he spun me around. In one powerful motion, he lifted me clean off the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he pinned me against him. My eyes widened.

“Oh God.”

I knew exactly what I weighed. I knew how my thighs pressed together when I sat, how my stomach softened under my clothes. But Zane held me like I weighed nothing.

He carried me to the bed and sat on the edge, settling me straddling his lap. My dress bunched around my thighs, pressing my core directly against the hard, unmistakable bulge in his sweatpants.

“No, Zane,” I whispered, hands pushing weakly at his chest. “I have a boyfriend. This is wrong.”

He ignored me completely.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight at the roots to tilt my head back. His mouth attacked my neck-hot, open- mouthed kisses, sucking, licking, biting just hard enough to pull whimpers from me. Each one sent sparks racing down my spine.

His other hand dragged the strap of my dress lower, exposing the swell of my breasts. Then his lips were there too, kissing, licking, sucking at the soft skin above my bra.

“Zane…” My voice cracked, half protest, half moan.

He groaned against me, hips rolling up slowly, grinding against my heat.

“You can keep saying you have a boyfriend,” he rasped, dragging his tongue along my collarbone. “But we both know who this body really wants.”

My fingers twisted in his tank top, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer.

“This is so wrong.

But God… it felt too good. His scent, his strength, the way he touched me like he owned every inch.

His rough palm stroked up my thigh, sliding under my dress, squeezing the soft, thick flesh possessively. His thumb teased the edge of my panties, making me shiver.

His green eyes dropped to my lips. He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing it.

“Trouble… I don’t want to share your lips,” he murmured, gaze locked there. “Your smiles. Your tears. Your body. Your fucking time. Nothing. Not one single piece of you belongs to anyone else-especially not that weak little boyfriend.”

My breath hitched. Shame burned hot across my cheeks even as my hips twitched traitorously against him. “God, why does his voice do this to me?* Jason’s gentle smile flashed in my mind, and here I was, melting for the one person who could

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destroy me.

“Zane…” I whispered, voice shaky. “You’re confusing me. Stop messing with my head.”

The words tumbled out weak, barely a protest. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. Every inch of me was screaming to push him away… but my body wouldn’t obey. Heat pooled low in my belly, my panties soaked my nipples tight against my bra. I was losing control, and the worst part was how much I didn’t want to stop.

Just say it. Make him leave you alone. End this before you lose yourself completely.”

I swallowed hard, throat dry, cheeks flaming with humiliation as the desperate, shameful words slipped out before I could stop them.

“If… if I let you s..sleep me… will you finally leave me alone?”

His eyes flashed feral. He gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his stare. His fingers dug into my thigh, almost painful.

“Let you?” Dark amusement laced his voice. “Baby, when I fuck you, it won’t be because you ‘let’ me. It’ll be because you’re begging. Because you finally admit you’ve always been mine.”

He leaned in until our lips nearly touched, breath hot against my mouth.

“And no. I won’t leave you alone after one fuck. I’ll use you until I’m satisfied. Until I’ve ruined every hole and every inch of you for anyone else. Then maybe… maybe I’ll think about it.”

His thumb pressed harder against my swollen lip, eyes burning with raw obsession.

“So keep lying to yourself about that boyfriend if it helps. But right now… you’re mine to play with.”

Zane held my gaze for a long, heavy second.

Then he chuckled, a deep amused sound and released me. He lifted me off his lap effortlessly and set me on my feet. I stumbled back, legs shaky, dress wrinkled, panties uncomfortably wet against me.

He stood, towering over me again, that terrifying hunger still blazing in his eyes. But he didn’t touch me.

“Fine,” he said roughly. “Run away tonight, Trouble. But we both know this isn’t over.”

He turned and walked out, closing the door with a soft click.

I stood frozen, heart hammering, body still throbbing.

“What the hell just happened?*

The ache between my legs refused to fade. Shame flooded me, thick and heavy, twisting in my stomach. His words kept echoing in my head while Jason’s gentle kiss from earlier flashed in my mind.

I yanked off the dress and rushed into the bathroom. Cold water blasted over me as I stood under the spray, scrubbing at the feel of Zane’s hands, his scent, the way my body had betrayed me.

It didn’t work.

Later, curled in bed hugging Patches tight, the debt pressed down like a shadow.

Tuesday.

I had until next week to find nearly five thousand dollars.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to sleep.

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