Page 51 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“You will?”

“If it makes you keep smiling like that, then yes.”

I put my fingers to my mouth, not realising I was doing it. Zayn ran his teeth over his bottom lip. I was quick to snap a photo of it. A close up of his mouth. Then I sat back, an idea popping into my head. Shifting further onto the sofa, I took a seat next to him and took hold of his tattooed hand, positioning it on my bare thigh. I was wearing a short skirt today. His fingers curled around it as if on instinct. I was already snapping photos of our legs next to each other in an artsy sort of way.

I froze a moment later when his fingers caressed my inner thigh. His breath dusted across my ear before his teeth grazed it.

“Tell me, Tinkerbell, is this strictly for the art, or are you trying to get me to touch you?”

I swallowed. It hadn’t occurred to me, but maybe I was subconsciously wanting it as he had barely touched me since the day we kissed.

“Will I be in trouble if it’s the latter?”

“Oh yes, you’ll be in big trouble,” he whispered as his hand moved higher. “Especially if I find out you’ve made a mess of these.”

I squeaked when he brushed his fingers along the edge of my underwear.

“Have you, my bad little fairy?”

Holy. Fuck.

Was I dreaming right now? This was a one-eighty for Zayn. I didn’t know what the hell to do with myself. I just didn’t want him to stop.

“What are you going to do if I have?”

“Take them off you.”

“And then?”

“Put them in your mouth and let you taste your disobedience.”

I think I’m going to faint.

And yet I felt like there was something I’d missed. A sign he’d changed his mind about us taking things further.

“What are we doing right now?” I whispered.

He nuzzled his face into my neck, pressing a kiss to my skin.

“Something we shouldn’t.”

“You’ve been distant these past two days.”

His other hand curled around my waist.

“You’re a temptation I shouldn’t indulge in.”

“Does that mean what I think it does?”

His teeth ran across my skin, making my breath hitch.

“It means if you tell me you’ve been a bad girl, I’m going to punish you regardless of whether we should cross this line or not, Tink.”

He wanted me to give him permission. I’d told him I didn’t want anyone to touch me without my consent. Did he not know he had it in spades? I would let him do anything he wanted to me if it meant he touched me. If it meant he kissed me. If it meant he fucked me.

“I’ve been a very bad girl, daddy.”

He ran his finger along my damp underwear. His resulting groan had me shaking. I felt the deep notes of it resonate in my soul.

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