Chapter 12

***ZANE'S POV***

London fucking Jameson will be the death of me. I take a moment back to stare at my work of art and it is just perfect. London is perfect and I have to catch myself from spilling out any emotions.

What this lady does to me is mind troubling, she is trouble altogether, so, I need to be careful with how I deal with her.

London's face is streaked with tears, all these tears aren't good for her, but the little girl will not stop teasing me. I swear if I didn't have enough control over myself, I would come right now just staring at her. She is perfection, and she is mine.

I doubt the fact that London is aware of the kind of power she has over me.

The whipped creams on her body are inviting me, so, I walk over to her and her left breast first and suck on it. I hear the sounds London makes, but I doubt she can do more, if she tries anything stupid, especially with the position I have set her in, she is so fucking sure to choke on her saliva.

I flick an