Page 87 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“Yeah, didn’t think you’d be happy if I came back empty-handed. And I like her a lot, by the way, despite how blunt she is.”

“Reminds me of someone else I know.”

I pulled my face away from his neck so I could look at him. Those dark eyes of his were twinkling with amusement.

“Oh yeah? And who might that be?”

He moved closer, running his nose along the side of mine.

“A rather adorable little fairy who isn’t afraid to tell me when I’ve been a dick to her.”

“I’m not adorable!”

The way he smirked at me had my blood pounding in my ears.

“You are the most adorable little thing I’ve ever seen and if you continue to tell me otherwise, I’ll be forced to punish this mouth of yours again for daring to question me on a statement of fact.”

Jesus Christ, I think this man may kill me.

I had no idea where playful Zayn had come from, but I liked him a hell of a lot.

“Did you forget I like your punishments?”

“How could I? You take them so willingly.”

My cheeks heated, but I didn’t hide it from him. He pressed a kiss to my mouth, making me melt against him as his hand stroked along my back.

“I should take you home,” he murmured as he pulled away. “I’ll make you dinner and run you a bath.”

I stroked my fingers down his bare chest, staring at them so I didn’t have to meet his eyes.

“In the one in your bathroom that’s big enough for two?”

“Is this your way of asking if I’ll join you?”

“No.”

He caught my chin between his fingers, forcing my face up.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I bit my lip. Fuck, the stern voice he used did things to my insides.

“Will you get in the bath with me please, daddy? I don’t want to be away from you.”

He was fighting a smile. I could see it in the way his face twitched.

“If that’s what you need, then yes.”

“Thank you.”

Zayn stroked my cheek and gave me a smile before kissing me again. When he released me, I climbed out of his lap and let him straighten my clothes. He sorted himself out, putting a shirt on before he took my hand and led me from the club. The car and his driver were waiting outside for us.

Zayn let me curl up against his side with his arm around me for the entire journey home. His driver brought the bags from the boot with him and placed them in the hallway after Zayn opened the front door when we arrived. He spoke to the man for a moment, then shut the door.

“Go put those away in my room while I make dinner.”

He pointed at the bags of clothes I’d bought with Remi. I picked them up, a little surprised he’d explicitly told me to put them in his room. I didn’t question it, taking them upstairs with me. I found he’d moved things around in his cupboards when I got there and wondered when he’d done it. The man was constantly doing things for me without being asked. I didn’t know how I got so lucky.

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