Fatal Attraction//Ziam Mayne

Chapter 12

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I woke up in an unfamiliar room with an arm on my chest and snores in my right ear. I yawned and smelled the sweet fragrance of the room freshner.

I spotted my belongings in the corner of the room. I looked on the other side, only to find Liam sleeping beside me, drool streaming from his half-open mouth.

I removed his arm from my chest and went towards the washroom.

While I was brushing my teeth, I realized-

A) This ain't my brush
B) This ain't my room
C) That ain't my dlido in the bathtub. Dildo? what the hell!

 I screamed like a little girl whose doll has been destroyed by her brother.

Liam mumbled a few curses and groaned.

"What happened?"

He shouted.

"My bags? Why am I in your room?", I screamed.

"Cos you're my play toy now"

He stated as if obvious.

I gulped as his words echoed in my head.

Play toy .. I'm his play toy.

Liam walked inside the room in his boxers.

He smirked and went towards the corner where I threw the dildo. He bent down and picked it up.

"this make up for the nights when your dick ain't inside me. Don't insult it by merely throwing it away, mr. Zayn. "

"okay, I'm sorry"

"I don't want your sorry", he grabbed my cheeks, his thumbs caressing them softly. He nibbled my ear, sliding his tongue inside it.

"wh-what do you want from me, then?", I whispered as he kissed my bare shoulder. His moist lips trailed my shoulders till the end.

He didn't reply but kept on giving me gentle kisses which was rather weird since he always came hard on me.

I liked this liam, soft and cuddly although the dark liam have his own kinky attitude which turns me on. I would be lying if I say that his dark side never thrilled me or that his ruthless thrusts gave me pain more than pleasure.

"lets go out for lunch, shall we?", he said as his warm breath sent tingles across my shoulder blade.

"sure."

"cool. We'll shower together!"

With this, he vanished from my side like a breeze, leaving his mark on my skin but a deeper one on my soul.

.

"So, harry or me?"

We were sitting in a 5-star hotel, savouring the spicy-ness of chicken quietly when liam asked me the question. Its been 15 minutes, I suppose since he asked that and watched me intently as I mused while chewing my chicken piece.

Harry or him?

Of course him. Right? I mean liam gets me there, ya know cloud nine. Of course, there is that danger stuff related to him that sends tingles across my spine but umm..

"you" , I finally spoke, earning a sigh of relief from the handsome man in front of me.

He smiled, content with my reply and I wondered whether his words were true during our shower or not.