Forbidden

Chapter seventy

Again long chap bc reasons :p.(when I say long I really mean long ass chapter ahead, lol) Vote?

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Zayn's POV

It would be close to impossible to reject someone that turned you on so much by touching you, kissing and whispering in your skin like this, then is looking at you like you're everything they need at this moment.

But I'm doing this for her.

I had to do a double take when she asked me. My eyes opened so fast I thought I got fucking whiplash from it.

She's awaiting and that seductive glint in her eyes is enough to make me weak let alone her exposed flawless body.

"Olivia we should sleep yeah?" I mumbled, trying to calm the one part of my body that was slowly starting to control all my thoughts and actions.

Her lips pout, eyes looking bigger.

A pang of guilt washed over me, she probably thinks I don't find her attractive enough which couldn't be farther from the truth. It's because I knew that me pulling her selfishly back wasn't right at all, especially since I got to finally understand that she's right to want to know me, it's not her fault that I'm a fucking coward, too scared she'll leave if I tell her everything, to expose the truth about me and all that surrounds her being here.

"And I think you should answer my question." she tilts her head to the side as she looked at me with her smoldering gaze. Her cheeks were flushed red, lips pink and full.

"We both know how good you are at taking decisions for others." she openly mocked me when I don't respond. "But this is mine. Do you or do you not want me?"

My heartbeat is already irregular because of this conversation.

Of course I fucking want to. Which fucking idiot wouldn't? But she isn't just anyone to me.

It's not this simple.

Pursing my lips, I look down, "Olivia I would but-"

"So you're rejecting me?" she cuts me off prompting me to look at her. She's obviously hurt, though she tries to hide it by piercing her lips together and taking a deep breath.

Is she fucking serious?

"I wouldn't dream of rejecting you. I could never..." I frown.

"Answer me then. Will you make me yours?"

"It's such a fucking turn on when you try to be demanding. But I call the shots babe." I tease her because I can't fucking understand how we're having this conversation and that she wants me to be her first. I was kinda hoping I would be but now that it's happening...

"Zayn."

"If you continue to smartass me I'll know how to shut you up." I tell her just to annoy her some more.

She rolls her eyes playfully when she sees my smile.

Suddenly she does something that makes me question my sanity. She's looking at me with that seductive look then pushed her curls to one shoulder my eyes briefly casted down her perky tits; my burning gaze always on her. I let out a cough, looking down and extending my arm to push the cover on her smooth-silky skin. "This isn't right and you know it." I barely tell her, my voice suddenly deeper and husky.

She sighed and her fingers now slowly traced down my chest breaking through my mind, and I could feel my throat tighten up as she reached for my hand, guiding it up to her neck, she nonchalantly pushed the cover away revealing her every curve, it takes everything to not let my eyes dance over her perfect body.