Chapter Three.
Jenna
You are simply Addictive. The words are tossing in my mind like a broken record. I never thought that I would meet this man again in my whole life but here I am.
He is wearing a suit and tie. Maybe he had directly come from his work. God, he looks more handsome and sexy in a suit and pants.
My cheeks were beet red when Zayn moveda little strands of hair from my face to behind my ear. It was so romantic.
"Am I addictive?." I repeated after him.
"Hmmm. I should have warned you." A little laugh escaped from my throat.
"I should have told you that I like drugs." He came towards my side of the place where I was standing.
"Yes, you should have. And now see, I am addicted."
The unspoken words. "That's your mistake. And for every mistake there is a punishment." He took a step towards me.
"So you are going to punish me?" I took a step back from him and he took a step towards me. We played this game until my hips were pressed with the bar slab.
"Yes, I have to." It was looking like a Hunter was coming to eat his prey. His eyes darkened.
He grabbed me from my waist. My waist looks so small in his hand. He put me to the slab. Hunger spread in his eyes. After this he didn't even waste a while. He pressed a punishable kiss to my lips.
It was Raw. Hard. Punishing. Amazing. It was out of this world. I grabbed the collar of his expensive suit. I am not sure whether it is to deepen the kiss or not to stop. Maybe both.
"Zayn, I can't. I can't do this." I pushed him away from me. "I just broke up with my boyfriend one week ago. It's too fast,"
"Yeah? That's why you grabbed my cloth to deepen the kiss more?" He took a step towards me.
His eyes didn't move for a moment from mine. The way he looks at me, I might die.
"That's why you were begging from me not to stop? That's why you were begging from me to let you come?" The truth sounded really bitter.
He was too close to me. He looked at my lips and then his eyes met mine. "It is never too fast. It depends on you. You are the lead of your story.
''What matters is what you want." He gave me a soft kiss and my eyes were closed. My mouth, craving for more. I was busy recalling the man's precious words.
I was still like a mannequin, when I heard my front door open and close. When I opened my eyes he was gone. Zayn was gone.
I am disappointed with myself. What is wrong with me? Sam's chapter has ended.
I can't hold onto that forever. I have to welcome other people in my life. And Zayn, he just wanted a chance. He seems to be nice.
I am so sick of myself. Why do I always choose the wrong options? Is there any problem with me? Like literally.
My love life is filled with shits like this. After Zayn left my house, I sat on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in my hand.
I heard that alcohol can make you feel sleepy and because of what just happened today I need it. I couldn't sleep at night at all.
My mind would revolve around the environment that happened in my bar area. After having a few glasses of alcoholI went straight to my bed. I am already feeling dizzy.
I felt a kiss on my neck. I stumbled on my bed. I am as usual naked under my blanket.
I tried to scream but his indeX finger placed to my pouty lips stopped me. Few hours later.
"Shhh." Zayn said. "You are fine, love."
What the fuck is he doing here? At this time? This way? So many questions crumbled my mind.
"What are you doing?"The last word of the sentence came in the form of a moan as he sucked my neck. Hard.
"Keep your mouth shut, baby and let me enjoy you."
"What..." He didn't even let me finish my sentence, he put a kiss on my mouth.
He pushed his tongue through my mouth. So hard I am struggling with my breath.
Then he kissed me all over the body from my chest to my waist leaving marks. Even around my nipples like he is marking me asI am his. Like he owns me.
He kissed my pussy. Slowly his soft fingertips touched my clit. " You are dripping wet for me, love."
Yes I am. I am fucking wet. I am a mess right now. And I know this.
After he starts torturing my pussy. "Spread your legs for me, baby." I agreed.
And he dived in. He gently licks my clit. And a small shiver spread through my skin.
He teased my clit with his mouth until it was swollen and tender.
When he grazed his teeth against my sensitive spot, a soft cry escaped my throat. My hand fisted his hair and small whimpers filled the dark room.
"Zayn. Stop it." I pleaded. Tears rolling through my eyes.
"But I am not done with you. And I am sure you don't want to disturb a starving man." My arousal dripping beside my thighs.
And he continued to devour me. He eat me like a half starved man.
After he was done with me I was a boneless body. He cleaned my mess.
When I stood to use the washroom, I was almost going to fall but Zayn holded me.
My legs were shaking badly. I could barely stand. He put me to my bed and he lay down next to me.
His long muscled arms resting on my waist and mine on his waist. It is like he is protecting me from everything evil in this cruel world.