It was a mistake that shouldn't have happened
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Chapter Six.
Kacie
One moment he was kissing me like his life depended on it. The next moment he was looking at me with an indecipherable gaze.
The change was so abrupt that my brain struggled to catch up. Heat pooled between my legs, and I couldn't help but shudder at his intense gaze at me.
I hugged myself, and made to get out of the tub. Coming here was a mistake.
Or was it?
“I'll be in my room.” I managed to whisper, despite my messy mind.
I barely made it out, before his gruff voice stopped me. “Did I say you could leave?” His voice was husky, but betraying no emotions.
My heart raced furiously, and I slowly turned to face him. His eyes were so dark and piercing that my legs almost gave way.
I struggled to find the perfect response. We'd been kissing, and he pushed me away. Did he expect me to stay?
The thought had barely formed, when a bittersweet taste filled my mouth. I'd kissed my abductor. My enemy. And I let him-
“I thought you wanted me to,” I finally said, when he continued staring at me without a word.
He curved his index finger, and gestured at me. “Come here,” he said.
My legs didn't move. I wanted to get away from there. I didn't know if I could face the consequences that'd come with it, though. And when my treacherous legs did move, I found myself wading gently into the hot tub.
The water splashed with my intrusion. I didn't move closer to him, leaning against the tub instead. A weird look flitted across his eyes and I swallowed.
The tension in the air deepened and I felt I could cut through it with a knife.
When he finally spoke, my skin pebbled at the sound of his voice. “Would you like me to repeat myself, Kacie?” He asked, his demeanor so relaxed that it made me wonder if he had even felt anything from the kiss at all.
A wistful smile almost made its way to my face, but I pushed it down quickly. Of course he hadn't.
“Hmm?” I whispered absentmindedly.
“Come here.” He said again.
Against my wishes, I found myself inching closer to him. So close that I could see the outline of his sinfully handsome face. He was completely beardless, but I could die for a face like that. If only -
His hands encircled my waist, and all thoughts vanished from my mind. Heat spread from his touch to all parts of my body. He pulled me closer, till I could feel the heat emanating from his body.
“Zayn, what are you-” I couldn't think. It was almost like my body had a mind of its own. 'Cause despite the fact that he was my enemy, I wanted to be with him for a while longer.
“Do you want to say something?” He asked, the barest tinge of amusement lacing his tone.
I shook my head, and was about to say something when he cupped my mound. My eyes widened, and I shivered.
“Zayn…” A breathless moan escaped my lips.
When I looked up at him again, the whites in his eyes couldn't be seen. They were darkened with lust.
His thumb brushed against my folds through my panties, and I whimpered. Shamelessly, I leaned into his touch. I might have been hallucinating, but a look of satisfaction crossed his face.
“So wet.” He whispered in a hoarse voice.
The water suddenly seemed hotter, when he finally moved my panties to the side, and pushed two fingers into my p***y.
“f**k-” I breathed, my hands grabbing his shoulders. I threw my head back when he started pumping them in and out of my p***y.
Stars exploded before my eyes, my moans filling the room. He curled his fingers, and made circles in my p***y. The movement made my legs tremble. I might have fallen if it weren't for his left hand cradling my waist.
“Zayn, that feels so good...” I moaned, arching my back.
“So tight.” He said gruffly. The sound of his voice nearly sent me over the edge, but he pulled out just then.
My eyes flew open and it met his darkened ones. I didn't get to ask why he stopped, when he leaned down and locked my lips with his.
It was a furious kiss, enough to make my core throb so bad. When he pulled away, he thrusted his fingers into my p***y again. “Don't come until I tell you to.”
I nodded, too weak to form a coherent sentence. He pumped into me faster and faster, till I thought I'd die from the pleasure.
My orgasm rolled up in my belly, and my moans went a notch higher. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, and he grunted. I was close.
But I couldn't come until he gave the go-ahead-
“Be a good girl, and come for me.” He ordered, curling his fingers again.
And that did it. Spasms upon spasms of pleasure filled me, and my toes curled from the most body-wracking orgasm I'd ever had.
When I finally came down from my post-orgasm bliss, he was staring at me with that same unreadable expression of his. But his gaze had softened.
“I-I'm sorry.” I didn't know why I was apologizing when he was the one who'd finger-f****d me in the jacuzzi. But it was the only thing I could say to break the sudden awkward silence.
He said nothing. I bit my lower lip, wondering what to say next.
“What just happened,” I began saying, nervousness washing over me. “I-” The words trailed off.
“It was a mistake that shouldn't have happened.” His words tore through my heart like a hot knife slicing through butter. It crushed whatever hope that'd been brewing within me.
I hugged myself and dipped my gaze. “O-of course. Of course, it is,” I mumbled.
“Look at me, Kacie.” He ordered, and even against my wish I lifted my head towards his.
His eyes pierced through me. Disgust.
That was the only obvious emotion that shone through them. And it made my stomach churn.
“You're my prisoner, you know that, right?” The way his voice sounded casual, we might as well have been talking about the weather.
I suddenly felt conscious of everything. The way his gaze trained on my bare shoulder. The warm feel of the water against my skin. The way my body reacted to his voice.
He finally moved. I watched him unblinkingly as he stepped out of the water. And I suddenly wished I hadn't.
I'd never seen Zayn bare-chested, but now that I finally did, I didn't want to take my eyes off.
My mouth hung open, as my eyes roamed over his well sculpted chest, and broad muscled shoulders. His wet body glistened from the lights in the jacuzzi room. I held myself from licking my lips at the sight of his abs.
He-
“Are you done looking?” His voice tore through my reverie.
Embarrassment tinted my cheeks, as I looked away.
“If you want to spend your night in a jacuzzi, then goodnight.” And just like that, he was gone.
***
I took a deep breath as I walked out of the room. Light poured into the room, illuminating every corner.
It was morning. And I was about to have breakfast with Zayn. Memories of last night flashed through my mind, making my heartbeat accelerate.
Calm down, you've got this.
But at the sight of Zayn out in the open garden dressed in his usual white shirt and white pants, my earlier courage disappeared.
A table with a white tablecloth was already set in front of him, with lots of dishes on it. He turned towards me, and back at his phone.
A frown knitted his forehead, and I made my way over to him. He barely acknowledged me, even when I coughed awkwardly.
“Such a beautiful morning,” I said in an attempt at a conversation. The air smelt sweet from the flowers. But I didn't acknowledge it like I'd have done. Instead, I watched the handsome man in front of me closely.
His eyes were still trained on his phone. And when he placed the phone on the table again, he cursed in a low tone.
Although I didn't want to, I found myself asking, “What's wrong?”
Half expecting him to brush my words off with his usual amused tone, I was surprised when he heaved a sigh and offered me his phone.
I didn't see what he wanted to show me at first, but when I finally did, my eyes widened.
“Fuck.” I swallowed.
It was a news article about Zayn and…me.
But it should have been expected, of course. He was well known, and a billionaire.
“Weren't you expecting it?” I asked, forcing myself to take a bite of the toasted bread I picked.
He poured himself a glass of warm milk. “My mother is behind it,” he simply said.
I frowned. “But aren't we engaged?” The words were out before I could stop them. Sadly, my brain wasn't working hand-in-hand with my brain that morning.
The unreadable mask on his face didn't crack.
“I mean, you know…” I finally shut up, when I saw the dark look on his face.
“Engaged?” His voice was colder than icicles on an ice desert. I stifled a shiver.
He rose to his feet, and looked down at me. “My image can't be tarnished, Kacie. And what better way is there than getting engaged to a thief?”
Blood drained off my face at his words, and a knot formed in my chest. But I didn't rebuff his words.
When I finally regained some composure, he was…gone.
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