52. Chapter 51
I stepped out of the bathroom quickly, meeting Zayn in the hallway. His eyes were dark with anger, using his height to scare me as he stood almost nose to nose with me.
"And what exactly do you think you're gonna do?" He said harshly, his tone clipped and flat.
I grabbed his head, knotting his thick black hair between my fingers and kissed him squarly on the mouth. His surprise held him hostage for only seconds before his hands roughly gripped at my hips, lining every inch of my body with his.
My hips cried out in pain but a shiver of a new feeling rushed through my body, giving me goosebumps down my spine. I knew they would bruise, leaving his mark on me and it kind of excited me, in a weird way. He suddenly pulled back, stepping away feom me as he eyed me suspiciously.
"What do you think you're doing?" Harry growled, yanking me back away from Zayn by the top of my arm.
"I'm doing what I was brought here for." I answer, meeting his angry gaze with a clear one.
"But you don't want to do that. You've told me." He said, calling me out. I turn to face him completely, crossing my arms over my chest after he released my arm.
"Yeah, well. I used to think I wanted and didn't want a lot of things until here recently." I say coldly, turning my back on him to face Zayn.
"So, what's going on?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyes me.
"I told him if he turned Damon loose that I wouldn't fight anymore. I'll do what I was brought here for with no fights or attitude. I promise." I say, flicking my long hair over my shoulder.
"Oh, really now? Hm. I guess I can forgive you, Harry. Now that you have managed to put her back in the spot light." Zayn said, giving Harry a mean smirk behind me.
"Well. How about to get ready for me. I do believe we have unfinished business, sweetheart." Zayn said, cupping my face and planting a kiss on my lips.
I heard Harry shuffle his feet behind me and I knew Zayn was doing this to torture him. If he only knew that Harry didn't really care about me. I nodded my head and brushed past Harry as I walked back towards the bathroom. Harrys large hand tightened around my arm, bringing me to a stop.
"You can't go through with this." He growled at me, his voice low in my ear.
"Why not?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Because, we both know you don't want to." Harry replied, his voicebarely in control.
"An what if I do?" I ask, yanking my arm from him.
"If you go through with this I'll-"
"You'll what, Harry? Hit me again? Carve your last name into my arm this time? I can handle this myself. You had the chance to get me out of all of this and now we both pay for it. Just leave me alone." I say, not giving him time to recover from my low blow as I shut the bathroom door behind me.
I smooth out the lacy edges of my lingerie and walk out of the bathroom, not metting the heavy green eyes that followed me through thenhouse as I willingly made my way back to the very room I've been trying to escape from this whole time. With a shakey breath and nervouse hands, I twist the door knob and opened the door, revealing Zayn.
Zayn was sitting shirtless on the edge of the neatly made bed, his smooth skin tan. His dark hair was laying against his forehead, different from the usual spike. His eyes were dark, the dim lighting in the room casting shadows over his eyes. Another shiver went through my body has he stood, slowly walking over to me. His jeans were slung low on his hips, showing his v-line as he walked, his hips slightly swaying.
His touch was soft as he placed his warm hand on my bare side, gently pulling me into him. My breathing was heavy as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine as my heart started to race. His mouth lead a wet trail from my lips to my neck, making my body tingle and spark under his every touch. Electricity flowed through my body has his sweet lips found my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe . My eyes slightly widened and I felt mysel nod as he seductivly whispered in my ear.
"Are you ready?"