Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Chapter 4

Me and Zayn were in his room as he shuffled through drawers in search of something to wear for bed.

"Here, take this." He handed me a large t-shirt and some sweats. Before a courteous thank you could be given, he left the room leaving me alone.

I stripped my self of my shirt and shorts replacing it with the shirt I was previously given. It's intoxicating smell, hinted it was Zayn's, smelling of the familiar cologne and cigarettes. I decided against the sweats considering the shirt came all the way to my knees. My short stature making it appear bigger than it truly was.

Just after the material was tugged over my curls a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. I slightly jumped not prepared for his touch.

"You look much better in that shirt than me." He whispered placing delicate kisses to my neck.

I tried to protest but no words came out, the only thing to be heard was my shallow nervous breathing. Zayn began sucking on various spots, causing my knees to grow weak. I rested my weight on him, my back supported by his toned chest.

The hand that was previously wrapped around my waist moved up, gently squeezing my breast. A sensation of pleasure rushed through me. I instinctively reached up for his hair, fisting the jet black strands between my fingers. Using the grip I had in his hair, I pulled his head back from my neck, giving me the chance to kiss him. The feel of his ruby red lips against my own naturally scarlet ones sent chills throughout my body.

"Z-Zayn." I breathily spoke as he continued to touch , and kneed my breast.

Without warning Zayn spun me around, and effortlessly lifted me. I had no choice but to straddle his torso. His large hands supported my bare thighs, as he roughly reconnected our mouths. I ran my hands down his covered stomach, feeling the contour of his muscles through the thin material of his shirt. A slight wince emitted form Zayn as I ran my touch towards the bottom of his abdomen.

"what's wrong?" I lifted the material a bit, revealing a large bruise.

"Zayn what happened?" I gasped urging him to put me on my feet. He complied, setting me back down. I waisted no time in removing the article of clothing currently covering this horrid mark.

"I got into a little fight." He shrugged.

"This is no little fight. What happened?"

"I'm fine."

His constant need to be so vague was beginning to aggravate me. I let out an exasperated sigh before climbing into his large bed. I sat crossed legged near the pillows, staring up at him quizzically.

"Where are your parents?"

His whole body tensed as the question slipped from my lips.

"You ask to many questions." His voice was almost bitter.

"You keep to many secrets." I retorted.

Zayn made his way over to the bed, sitting beside me.

"Secrets are meant to be kept."

No further argument was made. I simply tugged the duvet over us resting my head on the pillow. I didn't know what we were at the moment, or if this night meant anything other than Zayn trying to seduce me, but I was tired and the idea of figuring out me and Zayn's relationship seemed less than appealing at the moment.

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I woke up before Zayn, taking the time to rethink last night. I mentally scolded myself for kissing him, I suppose the heat of the moment got the better of me.

During the night Zayn must have subconsciously tightened his grip, because his arm was securely around my waist holding me in place. I tried to escape his hold, eventually succeeding after a good five minutes of squirming around.

I wandered into the kitchen, in search of tea. I looked through the cupboards finally spotting it on a higher up shelf. As usual the desired item was out of reach, so I had to climb. Pushing myself onto the counter top was easy, considering I was use to it. My parents had always insisted on putting things up high regardless of my short reach ability, so I became an expert at scaling the shelves.

I was finally in range grabbing at the box of tea before jumping back down to my feet. Luckily a kettle was already on the stove top, which saved me the search. I quickly boiled the water, pouring it in to two mugs. Placing a tea bag in both cups, I made my way back into Zayn's bedroom.

When I entered the large room Zayn was already awake, his face looked almost relieved when I walked through the door.

"Why didnt you leave?" He questioned as I joined him on the bed handing him the heated mug.

To be honest the thought had ran through my mind, but I decided against it. Mostly because I had no other way home than him.

"Was I not suppose to stay?"

"It's just that you could have left, when I was asleep. But you didn't."

I met my emerald gaze, with his captivating eyes trying to find an explanation to his questioning. For once I didn't see anger behind his stare, he nearly seemed like a small child, searching for something he has yet to find.

"Are you not afraid of me?"

Images of last night flashed through my mind, the memory of charley lying there helpless on replay. It did frighten me but I found my self slowly shaking my head, no.

"It's not you that I'm afraid, but more what your capable of."

I got out of bed and pulled my shorts up my legs. Making sure to turn around hiding my bra covered chest from Zayn. I stripped my self of his shirt replacing it with my own. His eyes could be felt intently watching as I changed, but I chose to ignore it. Zayn's little fascination with me was growing old. I wasn't in the mood to be picked up and put down like a you and sensed that was exactly what he wa doing.

"I'm taking you somewhere tomorrow." He informed me, putting a shirt on himself.

"What if I say no?" I bravely spoke up.

"It wasn't question."

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A/N: it's kind of short and blah, sorry :/

But next chapter will be up soon and there's a lot more going on!

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