Dangerously Seductive (a Zayn Malik fanfiction).

Dirty eight ;)

After another two minutes of me sending glares in Zayn's direction, I begrudgingly agreed to get in the car. A saw the victorious smirk that crossed his face, only adding to my irritation.

"This mark is going to be here for days! You know I have work I actually have to attend too, unlike your rather aloof job." I snapped, while examining the love bite visible my neck.

"How else would people know?"

"Know what!?"

"That your mine now."

"Well I'm rather average looking, I don't think there are lines of boys looking to scoop me up!" I huffed under my breath. Thankfully Zayn didn't hear me and continue this argument.

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I thought we were heading to my house, but Zayn took us to his flat. At this point I was too tired to insist he take me home, so I just complied and followed him up. I had come to the realization that Zayn wasn't going to hurt me.bi had no need to fear him, but I still didn't like him all that much.

"If I ask you a question will you answer honestly?" I asked as we settled on the couch

"No I'll lie." He chuckled.

"Sarcasm aside." I spoke aggravated.

"What is it?"

"Those men, in the car, they were the same men that attacked me weren't they?"

"Yes." His voice held no sense of apprehension. It was as if the fact that those boys tried to abuse me didn't phase him in the slightest.

I quickly got to my feet, no longer comfortable being so close to Zayn.

"Why do you not sound bothered by it! Are you friends with these people?" I shouted. He rose to his feet, instantly dwarfing my height. A few shaky breaths left my mouth, but I didn't cower away.

"They are not my friends. They're connections. And despite my better judgement I have to deal with them."

"Why!? Oh wait let me guess, 'it doesn't pertain to me' right? If I'm going to be in this, I won't be left in the dark. I want answers, or I'll leave."

Without warning Zayn lifted me up, grabbing the bottom of my thighs to sustain me. I reluctantly straddled his torso, not wanting to fall.

"What if I asked you to stay?" He whispered, leaving a moist area under my ear from the heat of his breath fanning over my skin.

"I suppose I would stay." I shakily whispered back, getting lost in his eyes.

Zayn's lips pressed to mine, as he carried me to his bedroom. It seemed as if every fight we got in to, turned into some sort of heated moment. Maybe it was the fact that every time Zayn kissed me I was put in a daze.

It only took a few moments before I was placed on the bed, our lips never detaching. His hands trailed my sides, slowly untucking the shirt covering my upper half. I reciprocated the action, reaching for the hem of his shirt. As Zayn left a teasing trail of kisses down my neck, I tugged the material over his head revealing his defined muscles. His own hands did the same, finally removing the baggy t-shirt adorning my body. The only thing now between my bare chest and his own was a silky pink bra, covering my breast.

I was growing tired of Zayn being in control, so I skillfully flipped us over giving me some leverage. An amused smirk crossed his lips as I straddled his lap.

"Mine turn to tease." I whispered, pressing my lips to neck. I left a tempting line all the way to the band of his boxers. A deep moan emitted from his throat, as I sucked on his hip. Zayn's eyes closed in pleasure making me feel empowered.