Page 50 of Deadly Secrets

Were we still talking about the cake?

He picked a small portion, but he ate the whole piece before he offered it to me.

“Hey! That was mine,” I cried.

“Come for it.”

I hesitated for a second, if not for a millisecond, and I planted a kiss on his lips. The instant our lips met, a surge of electricity coursed through my spine. Our attraction seemed inevitable, and the only thing that clouded my mind was how good it felt to be under his spell. He parted his lips, his tongue colliding with mine while his hands tightened their grip on my hips. It was consuming. This man was going to be the end of me. Our kiss deepened, and my hands started roaming his chest and his hair. It wasn’t enough. I wanted his cock buried inside me and his name on my lips as I came.

“I want to fuck you so badly. It’s the only thing I can think about lately,” he said between kisses.

“Then stop wishing and do it.”

Zayn ripped my blouse in one swift movement, baring my breasts to him. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, and the entire world disappeared around me. My body was burning, and all my senses came alive as he switched to my other nipple. I lifted my body so Zayn could remove both my pants and underwear. Then he took his pajama bottoms off. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t care about using a condom. He grabbed my legs, parted them wider, and pushed my body toward him. He pushed the tip of his cock against my soaking pussy and started pushing and pulling in small movements until his full length was inside me. A groan escaped his lips as he slowly picked up the pace until we were both sweating and moving at the same rhythm.

“Oh my God, Zayn. Please don’t stop,” I begged quietly, not wanting to wake up the entire household. The only sound in the kitchen was the one our bodies made every time they came together. Zayn continued fucking me and biting my shoulder and my neck.

“Fuck. Your cock feels so good. Right there…yes…keep doing that. Oh God.”

Zayn covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my moans, which were getting increasingly louder.

“Come for me, babe, don’t hold back.”

He slammed into me a few more times until I couldn’t control my body anymore, and my orgasm detonated. Waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed throughout my body. Zayn followed me a few thrusts after, spilling his seed inside me. We remained in that position, our bodies intertwined, for a few moments. However, when I glanced up, I noticed Noah standing at the kitchen door, his arms rigidly positioned on either side, his fists clenched, and his gaze piercing mine. I had no idea how long he’d been standing there, but it was long enough for him to realize that I’d just fucked his best friend.

“Noah…” I breathed. Zayn quickly turned around, picking our clothes from the floor and handing them back to me.

As Noah turned away, I leaped off the kitchen island, intending to go after him. However, Zayn caught hold of my arm and whispered, “Leave him be. He won’t be in the mood to talk to us right now.”

I was so caught up in my feelings toward Zayn that I hadn’t considered Noah’s feelings. We had never discussed being exclusive, but hooking up with his best friend felt like a betrayal.

“What have I done…?”

“You mean ‘what have WE done.’ And it wasn’t the first time. We met first,” he responded.

“You and your fucking habit of calling dibs. This has nothing to do with it. I’m seeing Noah. This was clearly a mistake.”

“Is that what I am? A mistake?” His voice was full of hurt.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What did you mean, Sienna? Because as far as I know, this thing we started in New York didn’t end there, and I don’t want to end it now either. Noah is my friend, but I can’t fucking get you out of my head. Is that what you want to hear? That you’ve become an obsession, and all I can think about is you?” Zayn raised his voice quietly.

“I like you too, Zayn. Very much. You must know that by now…but I also like Noah. So please don’t make me choose between the two of you because I can’t. I need time to process this. This is too much.”

Zayn stayed silent for a few seconds.

“I’ll give you space to figure things out.”

He left me there in the kitchen, the walls closing in on me and making it very difficult for me to breathe.

I dressed and walked to my room—the walk of shame. I paused outside Noah’s room, contemplating whether to knock. However, I had a gut feeling that if I didn’t give him some time to cool off, whatever was happening between us would end abruptly tonight, and that was something I didn’t want to let happen.

Chapter 18. HARD FEELINGS

(Noah)

I didn’t expect to see what I saw last night. I was aware that Zayn still had feelings for Sienna, but I never anticipated that he would act on them, nor did I expect she was still interested in him. I was clearly a delusional asshole who didn’t see it coming.

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