Fatal Attraction//Ziam Mayne

Chapter 11

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Next day, Zayn asked Harry about Liam.

"Harry, does Liam has love issues? Is he like the possessive type?"

"Why do you ask?", Harry asked while pulling off his tight jeans and Zayn wondered how his crotch survived that much tight-ness.

"Errr just like that. Curiousity, ya know", Zayn shrugged.

"Curiousity always kill the cat, I hope you know about that proverb?", Harry smirked.

Zayn pouted and crossed his arms.

Harry awww'ed him.

"Liam just wants what he wants and when he gets that thing, he can become possessive for it. Too much possessive that he could kill but otherwise, he's a sweet person."

Harry explained.

Strange. Zayn thought.

"Zayn?", Harry spoke, breaking zayn's trance of thoughts. "Don't think of running away", he looked here and there, "bro to bro, he will haunt you everywhere you go. Believe me. There is a reason Liam is single. You shouldn't try to mess with his dark side."

He showed a scar on his stomach, right beside his butterfly tattoo.

Zayn gulped with fear.

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At 10 pm, Zayn  went in the dining hall for dinner.

"Hello, Zayn", Liam smiled as all the other people present looked at me curiously. "To Zayn", He rose his glass of wine.

Eveybody stared at him with confusion written on their beautiful faces.

As I sat down, Harry whispered in zayn's ear.

"Maybe, you're special to him"

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Zayn's POV

"Zayn", Somebody whispered in my ears, licking them.

I moaned as someone bit my neck, leaving sloppy kisses as the lips trailed down my neck.

I opened my eyes and screamed as I saw nothing but a pair of eyes in the dark room.

"Did I scare you, baby?"

Liam giggled. He looked cute but then, that evil look of his returned.

"L-Liam"

I stuttered as he started opening my buttons.

I grabbed his hands to stop him but he somehow freed them and yanked me against the wall.

"Try doing that again", he muttered. "And I'll punish you, baby", he smirked. "Say sorry to daddy, now", he roared.

"So-sorry dad-dy"

"Thats like my good boy"

Liam stripped me out of my shirt and my boxers and then, did the same for himself. I was like the puppet whose strings were in control of his hands.

He crashed his lips on me, his hands on either side of my torso.

He whispered, "Your happiness".

He spread my legs apart and thrusted himself into me.

I wrapped my legs behind him and moaned. It felt so, so good.

"Shhhhh", Liam whispered, "they will hear us, baby"