Once inside, he turned me around and pulled me against him, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist. From behind, his hands cupped my breasts with deliberate intent. It was like he knew exactly what I needed—but I could feel it in the way his fingers trembled slightly. He was holding back.
I tried to turn and face him, desperate to see his expression, but his grip was unyielding. I couldn’t move.
“Zayn, please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He hummed low in response, but didn’t let go.
“If I were someone else,” he murmured near my ear, his voice dark and controlled, “I’d have thought you were dead, Lucia.” His lips brushed the shell of my ear before he added, “Now tell me… what should I do to punish you, hmm?”
Then he kissed my ear, teeth gently grazing the skin, and a moan
