Forbidden

Chapter seventy-three

Song for the chapter : Ariana Grande - One last time

The pic is Zayn's outfit in the chap.

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**A few days later**

Zayn is climbing out of bed, completely aware of his nakedness but not caring that I was looking at him, he so knows that I'm staring but he's more than confident with his body as he struts around not doing anything productive other than giving me an eyeful of his naked body, tattoos and the marks I had left on his collarbones, and back. I find myself barely feel shy around him anymore, I've grown too comfortable in his presence.

He came to bed around four since he's been stressing about gang stuff and made gatherings every day that lasted until twilight for who knows what. I think they're trying to get themselves settled here in Vegas.

When we woke up I asked him if I could go out with Alice because I didn't like that I got to stay inside all the time, which was a mistake... We began arguing that then led to angry morning sex which soon turned to lazy-passionate since we obviously were a bit sleepy, not that I'm complaining. It was amazing, more so because the last time we did it had been a few nights ago; the day we had 'showered' together and to me it seemed like a very long drought time. I couldn't explain it but my hunger for his touch has increased. Zayn was especially horny in the morning's I only now really noticed, maybe the cause is morning erection but it was a plus with my hormones all over the place.

"I still want to go out." I gently say because I know he's in a better mood now, then I push the cover that was on me further down so my cleavage was on view for him. I was pretty much naked underneath. His eyes darken.

My boldness comes from the amazing way we spent the morning.

"Just so you know I can go for another round." he threatens. I laugh at this because honestly that's not a real punishment. Lately I've been laughing very much with him. "You're not going out, don't make me remind you."

I bit my lip at his suggestion recognizing the suggestive tone in it, he pulled up a pair of boxers with a smirk preventing me to stare at him...

"I wouldn't mind your reminder."

"I wouldn't either just so you know who's in charge since you like to defy me, " he grumbled.

Someones in a mood. But I know he meant it in a playful way and I found it arousing.

"Yeah you do that." I retort, he looked at me surprised.

"You like when I take control don't you?" he murmured knowingly in a raspy tone that was far too hot to be innocent. "And I'm always in charge." he continued, I squirm in the bed, Zayn swiped his thumb on his bottom lip his expression light. "I know what you're feeling..." he mumbled softly, "You're insatiable but that's normal, you just got a taste of how good getting laid is."

"Zayn." I blubber out. I would never get used to his blunt words even after so many times of hearing them and even if they stir something in me...

He laughed at my red face.

"I can't get enough of you either but," he let out a long exaggerated sigh, "I have a lot of things to do and unfortunately you aren't on that list twice."

My eyes widen I try to remain indifferent, he looked to the side licking his lips.

"I had the privilege to be there once and it was very satisfactory, I can't complain," I like to mess with his head and it looks like it's working because he snapped his eyes to me and gulped.