She felt much calmer being in his room, away from prying eyes. The motorcycle ride had calmed her nerves and now all she was worried about was that Zack might be mad at her. "Are... Are you mad?" Anna managed to say. Zack looked down at her, his expression softening. "Mad?" he repeated. "No, baby. I am not mad at you." He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. "I am fucking furious at Evan," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But not at you." He stroked her hair gently trying to soothe her trembling. "You didn't do anything wrong," he insisted. "He is just a jealous asshole who can't handle seeing someone as amazing as you with me." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You are perfect, and anyone who says otherwise will have to deal with me," he murmured. His hand mover to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away the last of her tears. "But... But he was telling the truth. I... I did..." she stuttered. Zack's grip on her tightened, his voice firm but gentle. "Stop it," he said, cutting her off. "Don't listen to that bullshit." He shifted her so that she was straddling his lap, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "It does not matter what happened before me," he said, his gaze intense. "The past is the past." His hands slid down to rest on her hips. "You are mine now," he declared. "And I don't give a fuck about anything that happened before." He leaned in and kissed her deeply, pouring all his possessiveness and affection into the kiss. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers. "You hear me?" he asked softly. "You are perfect to me."
Anna breathed out in relief. "I... I thought you would hate me," she said softly. "I... I was so stupid." Zack let out a soft sigh, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Hate you?" he repeated, his voice filled with disbelief. "Baby, how could I ever hate you?" He pulled her closer, pressing her body flush against his. "You are the only good thing in my life," he murmured against her lips. "Why would I ever hate you?" His other hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair. "You are not stupid. You are beautiful and kind and perfect," he said firmly. He captured her lips again in a slow, deep kiss that left you breathless. When he finally broke away, he rested his forehead against hers. "Forget about Evan. He is not worthy of your tears or your thoughts," he said softly. "But… I let him... I thought he liked me. I was so stupid. I... I didn't know you liked me. And I thought if you found out, you would..." Anna stuttered.
Zack's heart ached at her words. He pressed his lips to hers, silencing her self-recriminations. "Shh, It is okay," he murmured against her lips. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "You didn't know, and that is not your fault," he said softly. His hands framed her face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that still clung to her lashes. "I was a fucking idiot for not telling you how I felt sooner," he admitted. He leaned in and kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that belied his usual rough exterior. "You could never be stupid," he whispered when the kiss ended. His fingers traced the line of her jaw. "And even if I had found out... It would not have changed anything." He paused, his gaze burning into hers. "You are mine now."
Anna leaned her head forward and against his chest. "How can I be so lucky?" she muttered against him, her eyes red from crying. Zack let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating against her cheek. "Lucky?" he repeated. "Baby, I am the lucky one." he tightened his arms around her, holding her securely against him. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me," he murmured into her hair. His hands roamed her back, tracing soothing patterns on her skin through the fabric of her dress. "I have wanted you for so long," he admitted softly. "And now that I have you... I am never letting you go." he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You are my girl, and I am going to spend every day making sure you know just how much you mean to me," he said possessively. His fingers found the zipper of her dress and slowly began to pull it down. "Starting with tonight," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "Yeah?" Anna said with a small smile, and she looked up at him. "I remember something about ripping my dress off..."
Zack's eyes darkened at her words, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I remember," he growled, his finger tightening on the zipper. With a swift tug, her pulled her zipper down all the way. The dress loosened around her, and he did not hesitate. He hooked his fingers under the straps and pulled them down her shoulders. "I told you I was going to rip it off, and I always keep my promises," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The dress slid easily from her body, pooling at her waist. Zack's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her in her bra and panties. "Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful," he breathed out. His hands immediately went to her breasts, cupping them through the lace of her bra. He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep hungry kiss. His kiss was demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a fierce possessiveness. He unhooked her bra with one hand, tossing it aside without breaking the kiss. His hands immediately covered her bare breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his touch. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "You are mine," he growled against her throat. "Every inch of you."