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“We’re all downstairs,” a voice says—definitely Kai’s. “If you don’t want everyone barging in on you in the next five minutes, you should probably come to the kitchen.”

Neither Zayn nor I move. Not a sound escapes either of us.

I stare at him in horror as he fights to keep from laughing.

Kai walks away, probably heading back downstairs, and Zayn finally steps away, putting an end to his torture.

“I swear I’m going to make you pay for this,” I tell him, angry and frustrated. Honestly, I don’t even know what to make of the mess of emotions running through me.

“Hey.” His voice softens as he catches my arm and pulls me into his embrace. “Do you really think I’m not just as affected as you are?” he asks, his gaze dropping to the hard length trapped between us.

“I don’t care,” I answer coldly. “If you hadn’t teased me so much, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“Come here.”

He guides me to the armchair tucked into the corner of the room, sits down, then pulls me straight onto his lap.

“Ride me.”

“I don’t want to,” I say stubbornly. “And besides, everyone’s waiting downstairs, and I don’t want them to walk in on us.”

“No one’s coming in here,” he replies, positioning his cock at my entrance. “Sit.”

“No.”

Even though I’m seconds away from exploding with need, my clit throbbing uncontrollably from how desperately I crave release, I still refuse to give him what he wants.

Leaning toward me, he takes one nipple between his teeth, licking and sucking it gently.

“We’re not leaving this room until we both finish,” he warns me.

Then his hand slides to my thighs again, immediately coated in my arousal.

Settling deeper into the chair, he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them one by one, a low groan vibrating in his throat.

“Quieter,” I whisper. “They’ll hear us.”

“Sit,” he orders again, lifting his thighs beneath me.

His thumb circles my clit, and I’m dangerously close to the edge. Judging by the look in his eyes, he knows it.

“You’re still going to pay for what you did earlier,” I warn him, finally lowering myself onto him.

I moan at the exact moment he groans in pleasure as I begin moving above him. My hands brace on his chest for balance, and he watches me with desire and passion, pure challenge burning in his eyes.

“No matter what happens from now on,” he murmurs, only a breath away from my lips, “leaving me is no longer an option.”

Then his mouth claims mine, and every coherent thought disappears.

The man beneath me makes sure to remind me once again that—with only one look or a single touch—he can utterly unravel me.

What he doesn’t know yet is that I love the effect he has on me.

FIFTY-THREE

Zayn

“Looks like nobody’s working today,” I tell them the second we walk into the kitchen, Selene beside me, her hand wrapped around mine.