I gasped at the unfamiliar sharpness in his voice—it wasn't the teasing Zayn I knew. This was something darker, deeper. His command sent shivers racing down my spine.
“Now,” he said again, firmer this time.
And I obeyed.
Still, what I wanted—what I ached for—wasn’t this dominance. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted the warmth of his hands cradling my face, the soft urgency of his lips claiming mine. I wanted to be made love to… like before.
But that wasn’t what I was getting.
He sank to his knees behind me without a word. Slowly, deliberately, he slid my panties down my thighs. I clung to the closet with one hand, the other covering my mouth. I didn’t want him to hear the soft sounds of need escaping me—I didn’t want him to know how much I craved him.
“Your p***y’s pulsating, Lucia,”
