Troubled

My breath quickened when he took off his clothes with a brown, leather belt in his hands. He knelt between my legs and tested the belt by slapping it against his palm, making a 'smack' sound. Leather against skin.
"Look at you," he nodded towards me, "Not so scared like before. Not so innocent."
Gritting my teeth, I wanted to kick him where it hurt the most, but his hands stopped me by grabbing my ankles and wrapping my legs around his waist. The tight dress on me bunched up around my stomach. I tried to pull the skirt down, but again, he was there to stop me.
"Now, let's teach you a few things..." he growled and tore the dress in two, throwing the material carelessly on the floor. Gasping, I tried to cover myself but Zayn grabbed my wrists and slammed them down on the pillow.
"Who's Leo? Who the fuck are all those guys you fucked, hm? How many?" he hissed right into my face.
"HOW MANY?!"
"I don't know! I can't remember," I sobbed and shut my eyes closed as he hovered me. His eyes were too dark. He was ready to kill me, right there on the bed.
"You can't remember? You disgusting slut..." Zayn shook his head with a snarl, swinging the belt and hitting my right thigh. I screamed in pain and jolted upwards, just when another blow of the belt came down on my skin.
"You fucking slut! You can't even remember the number!" Zayn yelled and hit my thighs with the belt repeatedly, listening to the leather hitting my milky white skin.
He thought that I deserved it. He thought that I fucking deserved it.
"You fucked, too!" I sobbed, peering up at him through my wet eyelashes. He stopped.
"How many of them you fucked after you left me?" I hissed and popped my body on the elbows.
"Tell me, you damn a sshole! How many did you fuck instead of me?!" I cried and pushed him back so I was straddling him and hitting him as hard as I could. Zayn was completely startled and I grabbed the belt away from his hands, throwing it behind me and slapping him hard.
Zayn growled like an animal and caressed his red cheek, flipping us over so he was on the top of me.


"Do you really want to know?" he spat with his face just an inch away from mine. Our breathing fast and shaky. Mixed together.
"Yes," I gulped and looked into his eyes.
I was scared that Zayn saw his Angel in my eyes. I was scared that he saw a scared, lost girl who had waited for him all the time. Who had had to find a way to forget him.
"There were so many of them...and they were like...ghosts. Emotionless. Empty," Zayn gritted his teeth as he stared down into my eyes.
I remembered his sweet, gentle touches. My first time with him, when I had explored every inch of his body carefully, with love.
God, I loved him.
"I really can't remember the number, Zayn..." I mumbled, the tears filling my eyes and falling down across my temples and into my ears.
Zayn inhaled sharply and squeezed his eyes shut, a frown increasing on his face. He pressed his forehead against mine and held my wrists tightly as he listened to my soft breathing.
"I missed you, Angel..."
He said it as if he took the rock off his heart. As if he was finally allowed to breathe.
"But you never loved me...you never cared..."
"God, baby. You'll never understand."
Zayn moved his hands down my arms and across my bare breasts, full and round. He played with my hard nipples and pinched them, just to punish me a little more.
"I'm definitely not finished with punishing you..." he whispered and traced his long fingers across my ivory skin, down to the place where I was wet for him.
"God...so wet...so ready for me, just how I remember," Zayn whispered on my lips and pressed them together, not even moving. Feeling. Breathing in. It was like he could feel my heartbeat on those sweet lips of his. He finally took his drug.
With a flick of his fingers across my clit, Zayn caused me to moan into his mouth, and he frowned hard as he thought about something.
"Mine," he hissed possessively and bit my lower lip, tugging lightly and letting it snap back onto the place.
I traced my fingers across the silkiness of his black blazer. Pulling the material down his arms, I left him in a light, seen-through black shirt. My always shaky fingers moved across the fabric and over the buttons, popping them open as I went down... I pushed the soft, black material down his broad shoulders and threw it on the floor.
I almost cried at the sight. He was a real man. His stubble tickled my chin as he kissed me, his strong muscles flexing as he supported himself above my body. The familiar tattoos were still there. I kissed every single one on his upper body.
"I missed you so much," I breathed and closed my eyes peacefully, letting him work on my body the way he wanted to. We had plenty of time.
Zayn's soft, wet lips moved across my chest and stomach, down to my core, sucking and licking because he loved to listen to my moans. Sweet, little moans.
"God, I'll make you mine," he growled and tugged his jeans and boxers down, letting them fall on the floor with a light thud. His erection slapped against his stomach as he stared down at me.
"You don't need condom. I'm on my pills," I nodded and he slammed into me right away. Feeling every sweet inch of me. My wetness licking his hard member as he thrust in and out, hard and fast.
"Yes," he hissed and threw his head back, "Oh, I missed this. You're not so tight like before," he growled and probably remembered those bastards who had fucked me. It caused him to move harder and faster. My body was bouncing under him.
"Oh god," I sobbed, "Take me. I'm all yours."
I knew that after we finish, I'd be mad and hurt over again. But in the moment, I didn't care. I only wanted to feel him again. It was amazing to have him there, someone who moved with me so gracefully and perfectly.
"Oh yeees...baby..." Zayn moaned throatily and moved inside of me, in and out, rubbing his hard cock against my slick walls.
"Feels good? Hm? Did they feel like this?" Zayn growled and rolled his hips against mine, the tip of his cock hitting my sweet spot again and again.
"No! Never," I whined and rolled my hips upwards, against his. In a circle.
"Yes, roll those hips for me, baby. C'mon. Be a good, little Angel as always," Zayn demanded and watched my hips move in circles against his. He grinned wickedly at the sight. The pleasure was already blinding him.
"Mmm! Gonna cum!" he groaned and moved his arms under my knees, spreading my legs wider as he moved through my wetness, watching how perfectly he moved in and out of me.
"Play with your clit for me," Zayn laughed breathlessly. The pleasure was controlling him. He had a grin on his face as he fucked me hard.
I toyed with my swollen clit and came, screaming his name loudly. Zayn gulped when the muscles inside of his stomach clenched, and he came so hard that his body started trembling.
Slipping out of me, Zayn looked at my spent body and collapsed beside me. We didn't move. We didn't touch. We just stared up at the ceiling, asking our self were we sick or not.
"I'm still mad at you," I whispered.
"And I'm still gonna punish you," he whispered back.

Notes

SO GUYYYSSS I JUST POSTED THE PROLOGUE HOURS AGO GUYS HOPE THAT YOU ALL LIKE THIS ONE <3