Corrupted. [Zayn Malik Fanfic]

Chapter Twenty Five (Part 1 & 2)

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:

  (This chapter contains sexual content)

  “I’m really sorry about Josh’s.” I say pulling away from him. Maybe if I just kept my mouth shut to begin with, he wouldn’t have said what he did.

  “Me too.” He says as he presses our foreheads together. “I wanted to talk to you earlier, but I didn’t think you would listen to me… I don’t even know what I would’ve said. Sorry Louis had to be the reason.” He stops and pulls away with narrow eyes, “You’re not actually going to go with him this weekend are you?”

  I look away not wanting to make eye contact from being slightly embarrassed, “I only talked to him to make you jealous.”

  A few moments pass of quietness and then he grabs my waist, “Well, it worked.” He pulls me tightly against his body, “and don’t ever do it again.” He growls into my skin as he starts kissing my neck. I can feel his mood start to change again. He gets close to the bite mark and I flinch. I push him away, still in disbelief that he did that.

  “Yeah, I think I learned my lesson.”

  He takes a few steps closer towards me, “You know, I still owe you…” His eyes are focused on my body and a smirk forms.

  Without warning, he grabs me and yanks me close to him… making us in the same position we were in a few seconds ago.

  “Zayn, lunch is almost over.” I push him away in protest but his grip is tight, refusing to let me go.

  “We can’t do this. We have class.”

  He’s already in one of his moods, so I already know where he’s taking this.

  “We’re skipping class.” He demands, as he pushes me against the lockers.

  “Zayn, st”-He crashes his lips on to mine, cutting me off. I secretly love when he’s like this… his whole mood is shifted and focused on one thing. He’s either horny or angry… he’s scary when he’s angry, but when he’s like this… it kind of turns me on.

  He slides his hands down my body and stops at my lower hips. One hand wraps around my butt and the other grabs my thigh lifting it up. “Babe…” The words leave his mouth, wanting me to jump into him. I do so and wrap my legs around his waist, completely making myself as close to him as possible.

  He starts kissing down my neck again, opposite of the bite mark, and starts walking a few steps. He opens a classroom door beside us and walks us inside.

  I push away from him slightly, “What if someone comes in?” I ask and look around to see an abandoned and dusty classroom, making me feel dumb for asking when the answer is obvious. “No one will.” He keeps his reply short and pulls me back closer continuing to kiss me.

  He walks over to the desk and while holding me with one hand, he uses the other to clear off the desk. With one harsh swipe all the old and unused supplies fall to the floor. He puts me on the now bare table and then takes off the jacket he put on me earlier. He takes it off as quick as he can, and it hits my sensitive mark sending a shooting pain down my body.

  “Be careful!” I cry out but he completely ignores me.

  He throws the jacket on the floor beside us and then looks at my still slightly damp shirt. He kisses my skin above the collar just before he pulls my shirt off. He throws it to the floor and the bell rings for class echoing down the empty hallway, causing me to jump from catching me off guard.

  He continues without it phasing him.

  His hands wrap around my back and then unclasp my bra. He rips it off, exposing myself to him. He pulls me a little closer, making me lean into him.