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❝He took one look at her and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl who knew exactly when to be bad.❞
Zayn Malik. Ruthless leader of one of the largest mafia organizations within Nevada. Who also owns the most popu...
❝She holds herself like a queen. Like a woman who can handle the intensity of the king I have declared myself to be.❞
A/N: I want to make an important psa that some things in this chapter (between zayn and everly, specifically) may seem non consensual but I want to make it clear that all of their scenes are consensual. shit might seem dark and depraved between them but they both get off on it. everly just as much (if not more so) than zayn.
anyways, zeverly are fucked 🥰 enjoy! x
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💰 Z A Y N
Isaiah swirls the dark liquor in his glass, mulling over the idea. His gaze departs from mine for a moment, eyes raking over Everly's curves as she approaches me. She either doesn't care about his gaze or doesn't feel it burning into her because she pays it no mind as she passes me a new glass of whiskey.
I thank her quietly, moving to seat myself on the large sofa in the middle of the room. I await Isaiah's response, settling into the cushion as I relax my knees apart. I observe Everly from over the brim of my drink as she bends down in front of me and her ass is all my body and mind can focus on.
I refrain from leaning forward to curve my hand over the swell of her ass or better yet, yank the hem of her short dress up slightly to bite the soft skin beneath it, aware that I have business to attend to.
Glancing over her shoulder, I notice some of Isaiah's boys—bodyguards and other men, made or not—as they appreciate the cleavage that I'm positive Everly is showcasing. I clench the glass in my hand, careful not to break the fragile item. She stands to her full height as I once again admire the beautiful woman before me.
She's wearing a tight dress with a hem short enough that it barely covers her delectable ass. It has thin straps that rest precariously in small knotted bows on the tops of her shoulders. The upper portion of the dress is a see-through corset with black pieces that cover her tits and the area that descends from her hips. The red lace looks incredible against the tan of her skin, so much so that it makes it fucking hard to focus.
She brushes a chunk of her curled hair over her shoulder and then proceeds to sit directly beside me, crossing one smooth leg over the other. My left hand instinctively moves behind her to rest on the swell of her hip. She nudges herself tighter against my side, sipping on her drink while her free hand rests on my black slacks.
I draw my attention back to the business at hand, but that's difficult when Everly's heeled foot rubs against my leg.
One of Isaiah's men kneels at the coffee table, using a reflective surface to begin forming clean lines of white powder—cocaine.
