Zayn Malik, leader of a gang that works with the mafia.
Mila West, a regular girl that is at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Violence
Drugs
Mature content
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I don't know if it was because I was tipsy from the alcohol, but feeling Zayn's hand stroking up my thigh as his lips kissed mine tenderly. I had the feeling that I wouldn't want this to stop, I don't want this feeling to end.
It's addicting and intense, a feeling that send me over to cloud nine. His warm touch sends a rush inside of me and I can't help but want more of him. All of him.
"Mila," he groans against my lips and bites teasingly at my lower lip. "Tell me. What do you want?"
I opened my eyes and look straight into his brown eyes, seeing they are dark with lust. "I want you," I breathed out in a whisper and he smirked at me.
"Do you want my cock, Mila? Hm? Is that what you want? Want my cock to fuck your wet, sweet pussy? I bet you are wet for me Mila," he whispered against my lip and I moaned at his words feeling him push my underwear to the side and slide his two fingers inside of me.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, Mila." He kissed towards my jaw as his fingers pumped in and out, making me moan out in pleasure at the feeling.
He curled his fingers and I let out a loud gasp, feeling that he smirked against my neck. "You like that, baby?"
He repeated the action and I moaned loudly, grabbing his hand to keep me balanced. I have never felt this feeling of being wanted, but I felt it now with him. He makes me feel wanted, sexy. No one else has made me feel like that, I crave his touch all the time. It's something special about it that I can't resist.
"Fuck," I whimpered as he touched my sensitive spot and I grabbed his hand for support. "Zayn " I moaned, feeling it building up in my stomach.
"Are you going to come, Mila? Let me fuck you with my fingers until you come on my hand. Like the slut you are," he groaned into my ear and I moaned at his words. He kissed down from my jaw and towards my neck as he pushed in two fingers.
He was now moving them with such speed that made me speechless, nothing came out of my mouth and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Come for me, Mila. Come like the good slut you are."
That was all it took for me to come, soaking his fingers and letting it all go. My chest was moving heavy up and down and I was getting a little dizzy.
"Holy fuck," he kept his lips on my neck as he spoke and he got a smirk on his face. "Now I can't wait to fuck you on the bar counter." I heard a zipping sound as he gave my neck open-mouth kisses.
He brough me to the end of the counter and I moaned loudly when I felt him go inside of me, feeling him groaning onto my neck.
"Fucking hell, you're so tight," he groaned as he started to move.
