Zack sindicate towers, p.1
Zack: Sindicate Towers, page 1
Imani Jay
Zack
Sindicate Towers
Copyright © 2023 by Imani Jay
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Contents
DESCRIPTION
1. Instalust…
2. ISSA
3. ZACK
4. Surprise!
5. The Life…
6. ISSA
Epilogue
SINDICATE TOWERS
About the Author
Also by Imani Jay
DESCRIPTION
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One
Instalust…
ZACK
The bass thumps in my chest as I weave through the writhing bodies on the dance floor. Sweat and heady fragrances mingle in the air, the neon lights casting everything in a hazy glow.
Then I see her.
A curvy black woman in a red dress that clings to her every curve, full lips painted the same shade. She moves like sin itself, all rolling hips and fluttering lashes. Every man’s eyes are glued to her, but it’s me she’s looking at.
Our eyes meet from across the room and a jolt of heat races down my spine. I suddenly feel too hot. She arches a brow, a teasing smile tugging at her lips as she crooks a finger at me.
An invisible link pulls me towards her, and I don’t fight it. The crowd parts for my tall, bulky form and I come to a stop in front of her, close enough to smell her perfume.
“See something you like, big guy?” she purrs, placing her hands on my chest.
“Very much so.” I place my hands on her waist, guiding her movements. She follows without protest, her body melting against mine. “I’m Zack.”
“Issa.” She rolls her hips, grinding against me to the pounding beat. “Nice to meet you, Zack.”
“Pleasure’s all mine, gorgeous,” I murmur. Our bodies move together in a dance as old as time itself. Every point of contact burns. Her soft curves pressed to my hard muscles.
She laughs, the sound husky and full of promises. “We’ll see about that.”
I chuckle.
ISSA
I scan the crowd, looking for a distraction from the ache between my legs. Zack’s hands are hot brands on my skin, his touch igniting a fire I’m helpless to extinguish.
We’ve been dancing for what feels like hours, moving together like we were made for each other. His thigh is wedged between my legs, rubbing against me in a way that makes me whimper.
I should put a stop to this. I don’t do casual hookups or one night stands. But I can’t make myself pull away from Zack and the raw need reflected in his moss green eyes.
“I don’t usually do this,” I say breathlessly.
“Do what?” He dips me backwards, supporting my weight easily. Our faces are inches apart, his breath fanning across my lips.
“Pick up strangers.” I lick my lips, watching his gaze follow the movement.
“Must be my irresistible charm,” he jokes.
I boldly close the distance between us, brushing my mouth softly against his. The contact is electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.
A groan rumbles in his chest, and his grip tightens on me. He kisses me back, deep and thorough, leaving no doubt about how much he wants this.
How much we both want this.
Caution flies out the window as I give in to the passion raging between us. Tonight, I’m throwing my rules aside and lose myself in Zack’s embrace. There will be time for regrets tomorrow.I pull back from the kiss, breathless, only to find Zack gazing down at me with a mix of heat and tenderness that makes my heart skip a beat.
* * *
“Wanna get out of here?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Zack grins and grabs my hand, leading me off the dance floor and out of the club into the building lobby. The sudden change in temperature and atmosphere sharpening my senses. I’m acutely aware of Zack beside me, his fingers entwined with mine, and the anticipation humming through my veins.
Zack stops in front of a set of elevators and uses a key-card to call one.
“My place,okay?”
The images that flash through my mind at his suggestion make me clench my thighs. I lick my lips again, noticing how Zack’s gaze follows the movement.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Take me home.”
A smile spreads across Zack’s face, slow and predatory. “As you wish, princess.” He winks.
Zack pulls me into the cabin and takes me in his arms.
The kiss is hungry and demanding, stealing my breath away. I moan into his mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt to pull him closer. Zack growls and cups my ass, grinding his hardness against me.
When we break apart, we’re both panting, eyes wild with need. I realize we’ve reached his floor. Zack rests his forehead against mine, his breath fanning hot across my face.
“Inside,” he rasps. “Now.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Zack grabs my hand and pulls me towards an elevator, impatience etched into every line of his body. We step inside and as soon as the doors slide shut, Zack is on me again.
His hands slide under my shirt, callused fingertips skimming up my sides. I arch into his touch with a moan, tangling my fingers in his hair.
The elevator dings and the doors open. Zack scoops me into his arms, striding down the hall towards his apartment. I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck.
He fumbles with his key-card for a moment before kicking the door open. We stumble inside, Zack kicking the door shut behind us.
He sets me on my feet but keeps me caged against the wall, one thigh wedged between my legs. I rock against him, desperate for friction.
“So fucking sexy,” Zack rasps, nipping at my throat. He slides his hands under my skirt, gripping my ass. “I’m gonna to ruin you for any other man.”
“Promises, promises,” I pant, scraping my nails down his back.
Zack growls and grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head. “Keep teasing me and I’ll tie you to my bed and make you beg.”
My breath hitches at the images those words conjure. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
Zack’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide with lust. “Is that right?” he asks softly. “You want me to tie you up and play with you all night long?”
I lick my lips and nod. “Yes.”
A wicked grin spreads across Zack’s face. “Well then, let’s get started.”
Zack scoops me into his arms, carrying me down the hall towards what I assume is his bedroom. My heart pounds in anticipation, desire coursing through my veins.
He kicks the door open and sets me on my feet beside the bed. I reach for him again but he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head once more.
“Ah ah, patience,” he scolds. “I’m in control here.”
I pout, but don’t argue. Zack leans down, kissing me deeply as his hands roam over my body. He finds the zipper of my dress, slowly dragging it down until the garment pools at my feet.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, gazing at me hungrily.
Zack releases my wrists, only to grab my hips, lifting me onto the bed. I scoot back as he prowls towards me, unbuttoning his shirt. Muscles ripple under his skin and tattoos decorate his chest and arms.
He joins me on the bed, caging me in with his body. “You’re so fucking hot,” he says. “I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”
“Yes, please,” I reply breathlessly.
Zack grins and kisses me again, tangling his hands in my hair. I moan against his mouth, arching into him.
He pulls back after a moment. “Turn over and put your hands behind your back.”
Excitement
“Comfortable?” he asks. I nod, tugging experimentally at my bonds. “Good. Now the real fun begins.”
Zack leans down, kissing a trail down my spine. I shiver in delight, waiting to see what he has in store for me.
His lips brush the back of my neck, then he straightens up. A sharp crack echoes through the room as his hand comes down on my ass. I gasp, hips jerking. The sting fades into a warm tingle.
“Count,” Zack orders. I lick my lips, heart racing.
“One.”
Another smack, harder this time. “Two!”
He continues until I’m whimpering out “Ten,” shaking and soaked. I tug at my restraints, aching to touch him, but he told me not to move.
“Such a good girl,” he croons, massaging the sore flesh of my ass. “You took it so fucking well.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Zack.”
He chuckles and flips me onto my back again, ignoring my cry of protest. I glare up at him as he settles between my legs, cock teasing my entrance.
“Ask nicely.” His eyes gleam with wicked promise. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“Please fuck me,” I say, as sweetly as possible. “I need to feel you inside me, Zack.”
“That’s my girl.” He kisses me hard, thrusting in with one smooth stroke.
I cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed as he begins to move. The tie cuts into my wrists, but I relish the bite of pain.
Zack fucks me thoroughly, reducing me to a quivering, pleading mess. I’m hovering at the edge, so close, yet unable to tumble over.
“Fucking come for me, pretty girl,” he growls, snaking a hand between us to rub my clit. “Now.”
The sharp order sends me crashing into bliss. I scream his name as my inner walls clamp down on his cock, pushing him over with me.
Zack collapses on top of me, our harsh breaths mingling. He kisses me softly, untying my hands before rolling us onto our sides.
“That was amazing,” I murmur, nuzzling into his chest.
“You’re amazing,” he replies, pulling me closer. “Sleep now.”
A smile tugs at my lips as I drift off, warm and safe in Zack’s embrace.
Two
ISSA
I storm into my apartment, slamming the door behind me. My heart is pounding and my hands are shaking. That damn Zack St. James. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. I can still feel his large, rough hands on my body. The way he looked at me with those piercing green eyes made my knees weak.
I sink down onto the couch and put my head in my hands. Don’t let him get to you, Issa. You know where this road leads. My mind flashes back to my last relationship. The lying, the cheating, the pain. I can’t go through that again.
But Zack seemed different. The way he made me laugh and feel so alive. Stop it, I tell myself. You barely know him. He’s probably just like the rest.
I get up and make myself some tea, hoping it will calm my racing thoughts. As I sip, I think back to how Zack leaned in close, his beard tickling my ear.
No, I can’t let my guard down. Not again. But his strong arms around me felt so good. The way he looked at me when he fucked me, like I was the only woman in the world.
I shake my head, trying to clear my mind. Don’t be foolish, Issa. My heart has been broken too many times before. I just need to stay away from Zack St. James, as tempting as he may be. I can’t let myself fall for a bad boy again.
I take another long sip of tea, letting the heat warm my veins. But it does nothing to stop my racing thoughts about Zack.
I can still feel the ghost of his touch. The way his piercing green eyes seemed to stare right through me, seeing me in a way no other man has before.
Part of me wanted to experience nothing else but the feeling of melting into his embrace and getting lost in the moment. But the cautious, guarded part of me held back. The part that was afraid to hand over my fragile heart again.
Outside my apartment window, the city buzzes with nightlife. Car horns blare, people shout and laugh in the streets below. But up here alone, the chaotic sounds only amplify my inner turmoil.
I know I should resist Zack’s charms. Stick to my rules about not dating bad boys. But when I’m near him, my walls start crumbling. His roguish smile makes me go weak in the knees in a way I haven’t felt in years.
Maybe just one more time won’t hurt…No! Don’t even go there, I scold myself. I drain the last drops of my tea, as if the warm liquid could instill some strength in me. But a veritable war rages on inside, between my longing and my fear.
I pace my living room, gnawing my thumbnail as I debate with myself.
On the one hand, I know without a doubt that Zack is trouble. I can sense the danger simmering under his polished exterior. Getting involved with a man like him could never end well.
But…the way he looked at me, the way he fucking wrecked me. How can I resist that?
Maybe I should give it a chance before writing him off completely.
Ugh, listen to yourself, Issa! This is exactly how you ended up getting hurt last time. Believing one bad boy could be different.
I flop down onto my couch, grabbing a throw pillow and hugging it tight. My mind spins with “what ifs”.
A knock at the door jolts me upright. Speak of the devil…it’s Zack, wearing another impeccable suit, leaning in my doorway.
“Thought you could use some company,” he rasps out.
I open my mouth, but no words come out. My inner war continues to rage on.
I stare at Zack, torn between the urge to slam the door in his face, and climb him like a tree. His presence is intoxicatingly dangerous.
“Can I come inside? I don’t bite,” he says with a crooked smile. “Unless you want me to.”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought. Fucking get it together, Issa!
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I say with little conviction.
Zack steps closer, the delicious scent of his expensive cologne enveloping me. “Come on, just one drink. What could be the harm?”
