
Looking For Trouble
Chapter 12
Zayn's eyes narrowed and I could see a flash of anger, like a thunder flashing in his brown orbs that darkened suddenly. He took my hand in his big one and walked behind Niall and Louis through the club, up the stairs.
"I swear to god if that bitch hurts Erin, she'll wish she's dead," Niall spoke in a dark voice, his fists clenched on the either side of him and icy blue eyes shining with fury. I could tell that he cared about Erin, on a strange way.
The bass vibrated in my chest once again, my hand resting in Zayn's huge and protective one as we climbed up the stairs and onto the highest floor where was a mess just like Louis said. Erin was on the top, pulling on Barbara's blonde locks hard and slapping her cheeks again and again, Barbara's small hands trying to push her off but without success.
"You bitch! I'll fucking kill the shit out of you!" Erin yelled and scratched Barbara's chest with her dark red nails, tugging on her hair without mercy, Barbara's loud cries almost being louder than the music.
"Quit this shit. Get up, both of you," Zayn growled but didn't move.
Erin slapped Barbara again and looked up at Zayn with fury in her eyes. "Listen, one stripe. I don't give a damn fuck if you're a gang leader or if you fuck this bitch behind Angela's back, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" she screamed and tugged on Barbara's hair again.
"Niall, stop her before I do it myself." Zayn warned and Niall knew Zayn won't hesitate to hurt her, so he swallowed and grabbed Erin's forearm, pulling her up on her feet. She tried to kick Barbara but Niall pulled her back, walking away with her and trying to make her calm down.
Gasping, Barbara sat up and tried to get up, her legs like a jelly and knees weak. Erin was better than a professional boxer. Her breathing was hard and heavy, hair messy and skin buzzing from Erin's sharp nails.
"Was that necessary, Barbara?" Zayn growled and gripped my hand tighter, anger boiling in his veins. Biting my lip, I squeezed his hand lightly, trying to let him know that I was there and that he needed to calm down.
"I-I...she started it and I just...l-landed on my back and she kept slapping me a-and..."
"Stop with the fucking stuttering."
"I'm sorry baby," Barbara gulped, looking up at her boyfriend's chocolate eyes.
"Don't call call me that, you know I hate it. Besides, I came to tell you that we're over. For good. You're free now."
Barbara's POV
"Don't call call me that, you know I hate it. Besides, I came to tell you that we're over. For good. You're free now."
I couldn't be happier and sadder at the same time. I was finally free, but I'll never kiss those lips again. I'll never touch him again.
"Okay then." my voice was silent and weak, eyes looking down at my creamy heels.
Angela's POV
I felt horrible for seeing her hurt like that, but if Zayn wanted to break up on that way; he will. He had all of the power in his hands.
"Good. If you need a ride back home, I can call Harry or Liam."
"No, no, it's okay. I'll manage."
Zayn nodded once, but his eyes flicked over Mike, raising his index and middle finger in the air and gesturing him to come over.
"Yes, Zayn?"
"Drive Barbara home. She'll tell you the address."
Mike nodded and his eyebrows furrowed, ocean blue eyes meeting Barbara's, his hand placing on her lower back as he walked away with her.
Sighing, I looked at Zayn to see his eyes twinkling under the lights, lips almost forming a smirk, jaw set. He was mad. As an attempt to calm him, my hands made their way up to his broad shoulders and my fingers circled, massaged the skin under his clothing.
Zayn's POV
I couldn't feel so much since I had clothes on, but still, she was touching me. Moaning lowly, I bit my lip and looked down at her, our eyes meeting, me looking at her blue ones
"Calm down."
And I did. I was under her spell.
"Come with me. I want a proper massage."
"I...what about Erin?"
"You have five minutes to say goodbye. Hurry."
And with that, Angela hurried to the place where Erin sat with Niall her eyes dark and a drink placed in her hands.
"You alright?" Angela smiled and hugged her, tapping her back gently.
"Great."
"What did you do?"
"Ah ya know, just kicked someone's ass, not a big deal. But it was worth it. You're finally with Zayn," she squealed and grinned, eyes lightening again. I can't help but smile.
"We're not together but yeah...he broke up with her. And I'm going with him to his house, my aunt still thinks I'll sleep at yours."
"Don't worry about anything, go fuck with him," she winked and bit her lip, joking with Angela's innocence.
"I'll see you two," Angela smiled at Niall and Erin, walking away to me. I stood next to the bouncers and waited for her, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, my hand doing a movement so I could look down at my watch.
"Four minutes and thirty two seconds. Almost late." I smirked. Angela smiled and shook her head, stepping closer and allowing me to take her hand.
"And if I was late?"
I chuckled darkly and a grin appeared on my face; a cheeky. We walked down the stairs and to the lowest floor, out of the club, without me saying anything.
"I would get you over my knee right there on the stairs," I whispered in her ear before I unlocked the door of my car and let her in, walking around and getting in myself. Angela's eyes were wide and face pale after I whispered in her ear, back resting against the cold, leather seat and hands
clutching tightly the hem of her dress.
"I forgot to tell you, I like that dress. You look gorgeous," I murmured and looked straight at the road, hands limply holding the wheel. Angela knew that I wasn't that type of a guy who complimented anyone, so her heart pounded against her chest, cheeks flushing red.
"Thank you," she almost whispered, suddenly shy to even look at me.
A smirk formed on my lips .I made her blush. I liked that. Just thinking about how her heart maybe pounded at the moment, the blood in my veins warmed up and moved faster, something I never felt before. It felt weird, but nice.
The ride to my flat was fast and quiet, and my apartment welcomed us in its warmness. Gulping, Angela took off her jacket and shoes, walking behind me in the living room. We were so quiet.
"Hungry?"
Angela shook her head and moved her hands behind her back, standing in front of me like a child who did something bad. My jaw clenched and moved as I chewed the gum in my mouth, eyes studying her and trying to read her. Strangely, she looked back.
"I want that massage," I smirked again, taking off my dark blazer and never removing my eyes from hers, swallowing the gum. Angela took a shaky breath in, blinked twice.
It was so quiet as I grabbed the back of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head and taking it off.
Angela's POV
He took off his shirt. The muscles flexing and dancing under his flawless skin. He looked so good, the v-lines sticking out provocatively and I could almost see the pubic hair under his jeans. No matter how much I wanted to see him naked, I liked him only in his dark jeans, shirtless and looking like Adonis, his ass looking deliciously tight under the rough denim.
"O-Okay...where?"
"On my bed."
'Oh my god' I thought , moving my hands in front of me and playing with my fingers nervously, looking down at the floor. I couldn't say no even when I wanted to. I already accepted to go with him earlier.
He let out a deep chuckle and grabbed my wrist, walking towards his bedroom. It was huge, and cold. Very cold. The bed was placed in front of the glass wall, with silky navy blue sheets and white pillows. A round, black carpet was decorating the black floor and everything looked dark and cold, without any color.
"You're the first girl I brought to my apartment," he informed me, licking his delicious lips and sitting on the mattress, pulling me down and on top of him. I was straddling him as he moved up to the headboard, resting his back against it. His huge hands were gripping my hips tightly, pushing me down on him, the skirt of my dress spread around me like a flower, short and revealing my legs and thighs.
"Mmmh," he moaned with his mouth closed, looking down at my thighs and moving his hands up and down my legs, feeling my skin. His member was growing hard under those tight jeans, rubbing against my panties, teasing us both. I can feel it.
I moved my hands up his arms to his strong and broad shoulders, massaging them and kneading the skin between my fingers.
"Mmm fuck it...makes me so damn hard..."Zayn closed his eyes and bit his lip softly, knowing that it drove me crazy.
I massaged his skin and muscles, listening to him moan and hum in comfort, feeling his member against my wet womanhood. I circled my hips and caused him to grab me harder, pushing me down on him just when he pushed his hips up, meeting mine halfway, rolling them up to feel me.
"God I want to fuck you so bad," he growled and pushed upwards, making me gasp and grab his biceps, eyes rolling back.
I rode him deeply across our clothes, the fire in my stomach growing, heat spreading down.
"Oh god," I moaned and closed my eyes, riding him faster, his knees bending and feet resting against the mattress as he pushed his hips up and down very fast, my body bouncing on top of his, hair flying and messing.
"I want to fuck you one day like this...while I'm sitting," he groaned and placed his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down and kissing my lips as he moved his hips furiously.
I moaned into the kiss and he stopped moving, breaking the kiss and hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties, ripping the material off of me. He threw it on the ground and hurriedly unbuckled his belt, the clinking sound of the metal echoing the room, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. He pushed the rough material down his long legs and I helped him to take them off, moving down and allowing him to kick them away. He grabbed my hips again and pushed me back against him, my wet core meeting his clothed member, the only thing separating us were his boxers. But oh, he felt much better. I could feel his member.
I wanted to cum so bad, my hips making a big circle and moving down on him, my womanhood rubbing against his hard member, wetting the material of his boxers.
"Ride me like a good girl. Cmon, Angel, fuck me," he breathed, looking my in the eyes. "Fuck me."
I moaned loudly and hid my face in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around my body as I bounced on top of him, rubbing and pushing, circling and feeling the pure pleasure tickling my skin. I felt the heat grow incredibly fast and my womanhood clenched as I came against him, his mouth letting out a long moan as his member twitched and boxers became wet.
Breathing heavily, I pressed my, swollen lips against the vein on his neck, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
"Angel," Zayn breathed, too tired to move.
"Hmm?"
"Sleep baby."
He moved me down on my back, placing my body beside his and wrapping his arms around me, kissing the top of my head and letting me to hide my face in his chest, my body to curl up in a ball and my fists to rest against his stomach, not allowing himself to fall asleep yet because he needed to change his boxers.
Weirdly, the butterflies never stopped fluttering their wings in Angel's and Devil's stomachs
Notes
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