His Weapon

XIII

Muna’s POV

"I don't want you talking to him, stay away from him!"

I frowned, hating the fact that he was telling me what to do like he owned me.

"You know what? It isn't a long walk from here so I'd just continue on my own. Stop!" I seethed, trying my hardest to contain my anger.

Zayn makes me a worse version of what I already am and I hate it. I become more venomous when he tries to control me and take me back to places I wouldn't like to go.

He ignored me, driving faster with a deadly scowl on his face.

"I can't believe myself right now" he muttered. I knew I wasn't going to have my will so I folded my arms angrily and stared straight ahead.

After about a minute later, my apartment came into view and I couldn't be happier because as much as I want to stay by his side forever, I want to be the furthest away from him.

I didn't even hesitate for a second when he parked, I turned around swiftly, attempting to find my way out but the door was locked.

"Ughhh Zayn" I groaned, turning to face him and his heated gaze was already on me. I must admit, I love calling him Zayn.

"Would you just f*****g tone down the attitude for a second?" he yelled.

"Stop yelling at me!" I yelled back, fed up with his bullshit. His eyes darkened as he glared at me, hating the way I spoke to him.

I sighed, calming myself down. "Okay please just open the damn door" I plastered a fake smile on my face. I wasn't his respectful b***h anymore, I'm my own f*****g woman.

"Not after we talk" he dared me with his eyes to challenge him but little did he know I wasn't going down without a fight.

"We have nothing to talk about, at least not that I know of" I replied cheekily, hoping he'd get the fact that I want to leave but he didn't seem to.

"You're making it soo hard for me not to bend you over my leg and spank the f**k out of you Muna" he warned and a dirty part of me wanted him to do it. As much as I hated how he f****d me, emotionlessly, I loved the things he did to me, spanking and choking specifically.

I remained silent, thinking it wise not to dare him because the last thing I wanted was for him to f**k my mind more than he had already.

He sighed. "Now that I have your attention... You never got back to me" he turned to watch me.

"I told you I wasn't interested" I said calmly.

There was silence for what felt like centuries and the more seconds went by, I became nervous as to what his reply was going to be.

"35,000 a week" he finally spoke and my eyes literally popped out of my head. I couldn't believe my ears, that was a chunk load of money, even a payment of that a month and I'd be set for life; that is of course if I put it to good use. 25,000 dollars was a very tempting offer so imagine how 35,000 was messing with my entire being. I would be able to give mum and I the best life I can and also go to school, a lot but there had to be another way.

"I'm not a prostitute Zayn" I said doubtfully, not knowing what to say.

"What?" he frowned.

"I never said you were" he added and I remained silent.

"look! I just want you and I'm willing to pay whatever I can to have you, you were ever considered a prostitute to me" he stared into my soul.

I was taken aback by his words, not expecting him to use the same word he did the last time again.

"Why?" I asked because I couldn't understand why he wanted me, he had f****d me several times and had his way with me. I had served my time with him so I just didn't get it and besides he did tell me before that he gets tired of f*****g the same woman every two months.

"I don't know" He shrugged, throwing his hands around in a state of what I assumed to be both confusion and frustration.

"... I just can't stop thinking about you. You f****d my mind and I f*****g hate it but I can't fight it, I mean I tried but it didn't work especially when I saw you in that f*****g dress and I don't know, I want you and I have to have you" he breathed out in confusion, using so many different words but I stopped listening from the beginning when he said he couldn't stop thinking about me.

"This isn't what I want Zayn, you know how I feel about you and being around you isn't what I need right now" I spoke to him but in actual fact, I was trying to make myself see reasons as to why I shouldn't do it.

"I can't do it" I gave him my final answer and from the look on his face, he knew.

He ran his fingers across his perfectly chiseled face, sighing in defeat.

"Come here!" he said and I snapped my head in his direction after not meeting his gaze for what seemed like forever.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Come sit on me" he repeated himself and even though my mind shouted at me not to, I did. I dragged myself off my seat and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Instantly his cologne hit my nostril and his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

What the hell am I getting myself into?

My heart pumped speedily as all the blood in my body rushed to my head just from how close I was to him. I thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing a dress so I wasn't feeling uncomfortable and nervous at the same damn time.

His hands trailed down and grabbed my butt causing me to lean my forehead on his.

He lifted up my dress and slipped his hand into my panty causing my lips to part from the good feeling he was giving me. It was the second time he was taking his time with me and I loved it.

His right hand lifted my chin and gently pressed his lips against mine. It was different, it felt like a goodbye and I soon found myself hating it instead of being enticed, happy.

I didn't know if I was allowed to touch him but I wrapped my arms around his neck and instantly, his arms tightened around me, almost like he liked it. I was glad he didn't stop me because that would have killed me.

I deepened our kiss but he was still in control. He squeezed my butt harder, dragging me back and forth to create friction between us.

His tongue pushed into my mouth, sucking hungrily. I moaned into our kiss, giving in to the pleasure he was giving me and the chills that were running down my spine. He pulled down my dress strap along with my bra causing my breast to spring free before him. He broke our kiss instantly and attacked my left breast.

"uhhh" I threw my head back, pushing my chest in his face further. His nails dug into my back and despite the pain, it turned me on more than I already was.

He sucked on both my breast like a hungry child.

"ooh, Zayn" I threw my body back causing my n****e to detach from his lips. He didn't reach out for me like I had expected, he just stared at me. His palms left my butt and came in front of my dress, caressing my thighs.

"you're so f*****g sexy" he bit his lip, staring me dead in the eyes.

I remained silent, watching him watch me.

"hold the dashboard!" he instructed and I slowly obliged.

He ran his finger over my underwear, teasing me all the while holding my gaze and my lips fell apart.

He slipped my underwear to the side, biting his bottom lip again which almost had me cumming.

"don't lift your hands off the dashboard, you do and I stop" he informed and I mentally cursed myself for wanting him soo much. I knew where he was going with it, bonding me with words. I've come to a conclusion that that's his favorite thing.

I nodded eagerly, wanting him to do whatever it was he was going to do to me already.

Slowly, he pushed two digits into me and stilled, torturing me as he watched me with pure lust in his eyes.

He pulled out just as slowly and as soon as frustration was about to consume me, he slammed back into me and when I expected him to stop, he didn't. He rammed in and out of me at a fast pace, curling his fingers and hitting every spot.

My lips parted again as cries began to roll off them. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop so I was focussing soo hard on not removing my hand from the dashboard as his boned fingers stretched me.

"f**k" I cursed, throwing my head back as his fingers pumped in and out of me. My walls clenched and I felt the pressure building in my abdomen and from the look on his face, I could tell he knew as well.

I flung my arms around his neck, not caring about his warning. The need to touch him overcame me at that moment.

His speed increased, unlike what he said he'd do if I disobeyed him. I smashed my lips into his, capturing it with greed and want. He kissed back, biting my lips.

I began to writhe from the intense pleasure that coursed through my veins.

"f**k" he grunted, riding out my mindblowing orgasm. Our chest heaved up and down, our breaths staggered.

I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing like a hawk.

He brought his hand up and even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was sucking on his fingers.

"I should get going" I finally spoke after minutes of us just feeling each other's heartbeat, lifting my head off his shoulder.

"Isn't there any way I can change your mind? 45,000 or even 50,000 maybe?" he squeezed my thighs, dragging me closer and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

"I can't" I breathed out, loving the feel of his face against my neck. The things he does to me, if only he knew.

"You smell soo nice" he kissed my neck and I must admit that I didn't want to depart from his arms. It's almost like a chemistry I could feel and a part of me told me that he feels it too but couldn't be sure.

Zayn doesn't do love and romance and neither do I but since I met him I've wanted these things that I never dreamed of wanting. It scares me.

"I really need to get going" I forced out the words from my mouth.

"Okay" he held onto me a little longer, allowing us to savor each other's touch before finally releasing me from his grasp and disappointment immediately coursed through me.

I smiled and nodded, dragging myself off him.

I pulled up my strap, fixing my bra as I stared straight ahead.

"If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me" he leaned in and planted a soft kiss to my lips.

"I won't" I said sadly, reality sinking in. Looking at him, I knew I could do anything for him and that was a luxury I didn't want to afford. The thought of my mom needing me wouldn't let me, being her only strength, I couldn't afford to be weak.

With his silence, I opened the door and slipped out, not once looking back.

I could feel his eyes on me, watching every step I took which made me double up my steps.

I couldn't believe what I had done, letting my boobs hang out of my dress like that without thinking. Someone could've walked by or people might have seen what happened. Ugh.

Zayn makes me lose control and I don't know if I like it. I've never been one to lose control. I'm always aware of whatever I'm doing because I plan it, I like things I'm ready for.

I opened the door and instantly came face to face with Cheryl who had a smirk on her face.

"What?" I asked suspiciously, walking closer to her and sat on the couch.

"I was coming back from the supermarket and I happened to pass by some action"

Oh, f**k me! I wanted to drown myself because I knew I was never going to live this down.

I ignored her and sat down.

"Was that really Zayn?" she asked and I groaned. There was no point denying it because I knew she knew.

"Yup" I replied simply, hoping she'd figure out I didn't want to talk about it but knowing Cheryl, I highly doubt it.

"I knew he'd come back," she said matter of factly with a triumphant smile on her face, loving the fact that she was right.

"Wait why are you home this early?" she furrowed her brows, watching me expectantly for an answer.

"I-" I got interrupted by the doorbell. We both looked at each other and I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't expecting anyone. If it was Mrs Anderson, our next door neighbour, I was going to slam the door in her face. I wasn't in the mood to put up with her constant begging to hang out with her grandson who very much behaves like Patrick from Spongebob.

I groaned and stood to my feet because I knew Cheryl wasn't going to. Readying myself to approach the situation, I flung the door open and I literally froze, caught off guard by who was standing before me.

Nicholas.

For the first time, he looked washed down and beyond frustrated. His hair was messy and his shirt crumbled. In such a state I didn't have it in me to be mean to him, I actually felt really sorry for him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. He sighed, nodding his head.

"I am, I just need to talk to you" he looked at me pleadingly.

"Who is it?" Cheryl shouted and I took a deep breath, stepping aside for him to come in.

It wasn't shocking that Cheryl was going to overreact, I knew she would. Her eyes bulged out of her head, looking like tom from tom and gerry whenever Gerry survived a death bound situation.

I could tell Nicholas wasn't in the mood for any introductions but I had to do one anyway. I opened my mouth to proceed but from the look on his face I could tell he recognized her.

She scrunched up her nose in distaste and he mimicked her except for the fact that he still looked like a god doing so but she looked like a crazy raccoon.

"You" he said dryly causing me to furrow my brows.

"Me, what?" she asked daringly and I rolled my eyes.

He glared at her, his beastly side fighting its way through even though I could tell he was trying to keep calm because I was around.

"You know what? I'd be in my room" Cheryl rose to her feet, flinging her hands up dramatically and stomping away which caused my frown to deepen. There was definitely something she was leaving out from their encounter because from what she told me, it's not reasoning enough for them to dislike each other this much.

"You live with that thing?" Nicholas asked and my face literally turned red from his gust.

"Excuse me?" I asked, showing how offended and angry I was.

"That's my sister you just called a thing" I added, folding my arms.

He didn't look confused because he could tell we weren't biological siblings because of the very clear difference between us.

I watched him accusingly and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"look I'm sorry. I just. I didn't" he stuttered, trying to form coherent words but to no avail.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Why are you here Nicholas?" I asked even though I had a hint as to why.

"To say I'm sorry, I know everything looks bad and f****d up but it isn't what you think"

I stared at him for a while, actually wanting him to state what he was apologizing for.

"What exactly? Is it for avoiding me or what?" I asked, walking towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He walked behind me.

"Yeah, that was really shitty" he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

However, my expression remained blank.

"I don't want you thinking you are replaceable Muna, staying away from you was probably the hardest thing I've done in a while but I had to. You wouldn't understand, I can't let history repeat itself"

My head snapped in his direction immediately the last few words left his lips.

History?

I furrowed my brows in question and it was then he froze, catching on to the words he let slip out of his lips.

"What do you mean by you can't let history repeat itself?" he had my full attention by then as curiosity got the best of me. He brought his hand to his chin, diverting his gaze from me which only sparked my curiosity more.

"I can't tell you"