Chapter 247: Chapter 247 ZK’s Anger

The room was quiet except for their breathing—shallow, heavy, uneven. The kind of silence that comes only after chaos. Kelly lay sprawled on her back, hair a tangled halo across Liam’s bed, sweat clinging to her flawless skin. Her thighs still trembled from the last orgasm, her stomach glistening with his release.

But her eyes…

Still hungry.

Still wild.

Liam hadn’t moved far. He was lying beside her, one hand resting lightly on her thigh, still gliding his fingers along the curve of her hip as if memorizing her body by touch alone. His cock—thick, hard again—rested against her thigh, already twitching with need.

“You came back to life fast,” Kelly whispered, her voice still raspy, eyes flicking down to his length.

Liam smirked. “You think that was all I had?”

She didn’t answer. She rolled onto her side instead, brushing her lips along his jaw, then down his neck, her breath warm against his skin. Her hand found him—already hard again, warm and pulsing in her palm.

“God,” she whispered. “You’re still this hard after all that?”

He grinned. “I’m not done with you.”

“Good,” she said, sliding down between his legs. “Because I want to taste you.”

Her lips found the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head before wrapping her mouth around it. Liam groaned, one hand falling to her hair as she began to suck slowly—long, deep strokes that made his hips twitch and his abs tighten.

Kelly took her time. Licking up his shaft, then down. Letting her tongue circle the tip, teasing him with her eyes locked on his. Then she swallowed him deeper, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, then pulled back, saliva trailing from her lips.

“Fuck,” Liam growled. “Keep going.”

She obeyed.

She fucked him with her mouth—wet, hot, sloppy. Stroking the base with one hand while sucking him deep with her lips, her cheeks hollowing out each time she pulled back. Liam’s head fell back against the pillow, muscles tense, fighting the urge to blow too soon.

But she didn’t want him to finish yet.

She pulled off with a wet pop and climbed up over him, straddling his hips again, her pussy already dripping onto his stomach.

“Still so hard,” she whispered, running his cock through her soaked folds, teasing her entrance.

“Ride me,” he growled.

She did.

She lowered herself slowly, moaning as she took him back inside—inch by thick, throbbing inch. Her walls clenched around him tight, the stretch still intense despite how wet she was.

Once he was fully inside her, she paused—grinding her hips in slow, delicious circles. “You feel so fucking good…”

Liam groaned, gripping her hips as she began to move.

Slow at first.

Up… then down.

Her breasts bounced with every motion, sweat dripping between them as she rode him, faster now, harder. Liam reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them, flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Kelly leaned forward, pressing her chest to his face, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting it softly.

“Oh my God, yes!” she cried, grinding harder.

Liam slapped her ass, making her moan louder, then grabbed both cheeks and started fucking up into her from beneath—deep, powerful thrusts that made her cry out and collapse forward onto his chest.

She was close again.

He could feel it.

Her pussy was pulsing around him, her moans turning frantic, her body twitching.

“Don’t stop—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop!” she screamed, and then—

She squirted again, her entire body shaking as her orgasm ripped through her, soaking his cock and thighs in another hot flood of release. She collapsed against him, gasping for air, her whole body trembling.

But Liam didn’t stop.

He rolled her onto her back, never pulling out, and lifted her legs high—folding her almost in half as he began to thrust hard. Deep. Unrelenting.

Wet slaps echoed through the room, her pussy a soaked mess as he pounded into her, watching her face twist with raw, unfiltered pleasure.

“You can take it,” he growled.

She nodded weakly, tears in her eyes from how deep he was hitting. “Don’t stop… fuck me…”

He leaned down, sucked her lower lip into his mouth, then bit it gently while continuing to slam into her.

The bed creaked beneath them.

The sheets were a mess of sweat, cum, and squirt. Her hair clung to her face.

And she had never looked more beautiful.

Then Liam pulled out again, flipped her over one more time—this time laying her flat on her stomach. He lifted her hips just enough, slid back in, and drove deep.

“Oh fuck—Liam!” she screamed into the sheets.

He leaned over her, one hand gripping her shoulder, the other wrapping around her throat as he fucked her relentlessly—his cock hitting deeper than ever.

Her body quaked under him.

“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear.

And she did.

Her body convulsed, her moans turned into choked cries, and she squirted hard—again—this time all over his cock, soaking the sheets as her body gave out under the force of it.

He pulled out one final time, jerking himself fast.

Thick streams of cum spilled across her back, her ass, pooling between the curve of her hips as he groaned and shuddered through his climax.

Then he collapsed beside her again.

Both of them spent. Wet.

****

Two sleek black SUVs pulled up slowly into the driveway of a modern, upscale house tucked in one of the more exclusive neighborhoods of the city. The electronic gate slid open with a quiet hum, revealing high security walls, sculpted landscaping, and a house that screamed luxury. But despite the serene exterior, tension rolled in with the arrival of the vehicles.

The engines went silent.

The doors opened.

A man stepped out of the lead car—tall, thin, with a crooked posture and tired eyes. He looked nearly fifty at first glance, worn out, hollow-eyed, face weathered like cracked leather… but in truth, he was barely in his mid-thirties. Years of drug abuse had ravaged his appearance, left him prematurely aged and perpetually twitching. His skin was marked with ridiculous tattoos—some poorly inked gang signs, others pointless graffiti inked during high nights and drunken dares.

ZK.

Leader of nothing. Ruler of no one. But dangerous in all the wrong ways.

At least seven guards fanned out around him. Most were armed, some visibly, others not. Their presence was routine now—a pathetic parade for a man too paranoid to breathe without backup.

ZK marched up the stone path and stepped in front of the thick front door of the house. He didn’t knock gently. He pounded his knuckles against it with three heavy thuds.

A full minute passed.

Then the door opened.

Kelly stood there, leaning against the frame with a mug of coffee in one hand, her other arm resting across her midriff. She was barefoot, wearing only a loose-fitting tank top and short cotton shorts, her hair an unruly mess from the night before. Her skin still had the glow of fresh sex which ZK didn’t notice, he was too high to notice and the kind of rest that left her muscles weak and her mood high.

Her face, however, soured the moment she saw him.

Her brows knit tightly, and her voice cut out sharp. “ZK.”

ZK narrowed his eyes, scanning her like he was looking for a lie already. “How did you leave the party last night,” he asked coldly, “and where the fuck did you go?”

Kelly’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. She took a slow sip from her mug, eyes never leaving his. “Shouldn’t you be asking your guards that question?” she said sweetly. “After all, how could I escape under all those eyes watching me if not for their incompetence?”

ZK’s face turned red.

He raised a hand, instinctively, fingers twitching like he wanted to slap her across the face. But his hand stopped mid-air. His gaze flicked up—camera on the wall just above the door. Another one in the far corner. Too many eyes. Too many recordings.

He lowered his hand slowly and forced a sick smile.

“This little stunt…” he said through clenched teeth, “if it happens again, Kelly… I will make sure you regret it.”

She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide her contempt. “Go ahead and try.”

Then she slammed the door in his face.

The heavy thud of wood on metal echoed behind him as he stood there, jaw locked, breathing hard through flared nostrils. His guards waited silently. None dared speak.

After a moment, ZK hissed, “Let’s go.”

They turned and marched back to the vehicles, the quiet tension lingering in the air like a cloud of smoke.

**

Inside, Kelly leaned against the door for a moment, still holding her mug, letting out a long breath. Her expression softened immediately—brows unfurrowing, lips pulling into a wide, dreamy smile. She turned and walked barefoot back into the kitchen, each step light, her hips swaying lazily, muscles still slightly sore from the night before.

God.

Her whole body still felt like it was vibrating from what Liam had done to her.

That tongue. That cock. That look in his eyes when he was inside her.

She giggled—actually giggled—like some teenage girl caught in a daydream. She hadn’t felt like this in… years. Not since long before ZK. Not since before life got so fucked.

Her fingers trailed along the countertop as she walked, replaying the night in her head over and over. The way he’d made her squirt. The way he whispered to her. The way he made her feel… wanted.

She bit her lip and leaned against the fridge, smiling like an idiot.

Her phone buzzed on the table.

She practically ran for it.

Maybe it was him.

Maybe he was thinking about her too.

She didn’t know what this thing with Liam was yet. But one thing was clear—whatever it was, it was worth fighting for.

And ZK could go straight to hell.

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