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The fight went out of me. If it even was fight. My shoulders slumped as my arms dropped to my sides, my hair spilling over my shoulders. “Asshole, I thought you were mad at me,” I grumbled as I climbed back onto the bed.

“I am mad at you,” he corrected me, his hand reaching out and running over my thigh. “But you have that sexy just-woke-up thing happening, wearing my shirt and”—he leaned over and kissed the top of my thigh where his T-shirt barely covered—“with no underwear on.”

He pushed the shirt up higher. “On your back,” he instructed. He looked up at me. “We’re going to talk about this,” he assured me. “Not in a way that I intimidate you,” he added. “We’ll come back to that later as well.” He gave me a hooded look that made me bite my lower lip. He sat up, took hold of my legs, pulled me down the bed, parted my legs, and settled in between them. “But right now, I need to clear my head because you wore my shirt to bed, you innocently flashed your pussy…” He gave me a look that told me exactly howinnocenthe thought I had been. “You knew exactly what you were doing, little Isla.” His mouth lowered until he was inches from my core. “I’m not the only one who can manipulate,” he teased, placing a gentle kiss above my center.

My cheeks heated at being caught, and Ihadforgotten I was bare when I had my hands on top of my head. Good grief, he would have seen everything. But I couldn’t concentrate on a defense when he used his thumbs to part me and his tongue took a swipe over my wetness. Instead, my hands tangled in his short hair, and I pulled him closer.

He worked me over slowly, licking, sucking, and teasinguntil I was begging for more. His shirt was off, and I helped him push his pants down, and then he was sliding inside me, filling me in a way only he could. The rhythm was hard and breathless, and after I had come undone, he helped me roll us so that I was on top. My hips moved over him at my pace, and the sight of Zayn below me, eyes dark with lust, equally as breathless, did something to me that I couldn’t explain. I rode him slow and deep, which was enough to make me tip my head back in pleasure as I got lost in the sensation of being with him.

“Is, I’m going to come if you keep that up,” he warned me as I used my muscles to squeeze his thick cock. His hands dug into my hips as he helped move me. Not making me go faster, just holding on, steadying me, giving me control.

“I just need a minute.” My head dropped down to my chest. “God, that feels so good.” My hands were on his chest as I picked up my pace.

Swiftly he sat up, his arms wrapping around me as he urged his hips up into me. “Zayn, not God. Only my name on your lips when you come, Is.” He kissed me deeply. His teeth caught my bottom lip, dragging over it gently as he drew back to watch me. “No one else, only me.”

“Only you.” My eyes closed with pleasure as he moved me up and down his cock.

“Look at me,” he instructed quietly. “Look at me as you come all over my cock, Is.”

Fuck. I couldn’t hold it off any longer. My body surrendered, and my cry of euphoria was swallowed as he kissed me, letting me ride it out, and then he was thrusting up and into me, his head burrowing into my neck as he came, and then we were falling down onto the bed, breathless and spent.

We lay in silence for a long time, and then I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Zayn followed me not longthereafter, and we climbed back into bed. He pulled me into his arms, his hand stroking over my hair as I pressed my lips to his chest.

“I need you to mean it when you say you’re with me, Isla,” he said softly into the peaceful quiet. “No divided loyalties. No blurred lines. They can’t exist between us, not in my world.”

I nodded, tilting my head to look up at him. “I’m with you.” It came out steadier than I expected.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my jaw. “Then we move forward,” he said. “Together.”

I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until I finally let it out.

Together.

The word felt heavier than it used to. But it also felt right.

“Go to sleep. It’s late,” he said, tilting my head so he could kiss me. He switched off the light, and I closed my eyes, snuggling into his warmth. “Isla?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Wearein a relationship. Don’t doubt that again.”

I smiled in the dark, my lips skimming over his pecs. “I won’t.”

CHAPTER 16

ZAYN

Elixir pulsed around me—familiarwith its dark lights, potentially deeper deals, and a steady hum of power I never stopped feeling as I walked through the lower-level club. Everything moved like clockwork down here. That was the point—predictability in a world of chaos.

I climbed the stairs to my office, avoiding the hum of activity on the club floor. It was late afternoon, and the main club was hosting an event involving many balloons and female chatter.

Letting myself into my office, I saw Rye standing at the desk, flipping through a spreadsheet on the laptop. His expression was unreadable, but I could tell something was on his mind.

“You’re late,” he muttered without looking at me. “You were meant to be here two hours ago.”

“I was busy,” I said, taking off my jacket. “Life doesn’t always move at your schedule.”

“You mean she doesn’t.”

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