Page 55 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“I swear you’re trying to kill me,” she muttered. “He even says good girl in Italian.”

Leaning over her, I brushed my lips along her earlobe.

“I could whisper dirty things in Italian in your ear, but I think you’d rather me tell you in English how well you’re taking my cock and how good your pussy feels around it, wouldn’t you?”

She pushed her hips back against me.

“Yes, daddy.”

For that, I only fucked her deeper. She arched her back, moaning and shifting underneath me. The girl knew my weakness now. She knew I would do anything for her if she kept calling me that.

It’s lucky for you I already plan to burn the world to the ground to keep you, Tink.

There wasn’t any other way. We’d have to fight tooth and nail for this to work and she might end up hating me for the things I had to do, but it would be worth it. She was worth it to me.

Digging my hand between us, I slid my fingers over her clit.

“Does my good girl want to come?”

She let out a little whimper.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“No?”

She flattened a hand on the desk.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to… I can’t let go.”

I pressed a kiss to her jaw.

“That’s okay. I don’t want you to feel pressure to. I know that can make it worse. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”

Her soft sigh and the way she instantly melted onto the desk were all I needed to know I’d said the right thing. I wasn’t going to pressure her. It had always been in my nature to make sure my partner was satisfied in whatever way they needed. Sex wasn’t always about orgasms and climaxes. It was the physical intimacy that mattered the most.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I just want this… this is perfect.”

“Your wish is my command, my dirty little fairy.”

I didn’t slow my movements or rhythm, nor did I stroke her clit with the intention of making her come. All I wanted was for her to enjoy it. To know I wanted to be in her as much as she needed me to give it to her.

When she pushed back against me, I pulled her head back, turning it slightly so I could capture her mouth. She moaned into my mouth, making me swallow her cries when I increased my pace. It was only pushing me closer to the edge.

“You feel too fucking good,” I groaned against her lips. “Fuck.”

“Give it to me.”

I pressed my forehead against hers, looking into those beautiful chestnut eyes. It shoved me over the edge. I slammed into her a few more times before erupting. My breaths were harsh as spots formed in my vision, but I could still see her. My little fairy, taking everything like a good girl.

I slowed my movements before pressing a kiss to her mouth when the sensations faded. Letting go of her hair, I stroked her cheek and kept kissing her. Then I let her go and straightened while I caught my breath. She laid her face on the desk, breathing in and out as if she was trying to regain her equilibrium too.

“Zayn…”

“Yes?”

I pulled out of her, my hands resting on her hips. She didn’t look at me. It made my body tense up with concern.

“I’m not on, you know, birth control.”

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