44

After a long period of silence, everyone except me and Kiyan had left my room and retreated to the living room. Only the small bedside lamp was on, giving me a glimpse of my shattered memories, the sight of which made my throat tighten throughout.

Kiyan was still sitting behind me, holding me tightly to his chest and it felt like our hearts were beating in unison as his hand stroked my arm non-stop.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked softly and I felt pity mixed with the tone of his otherwise dark voice.

could he do anything? ...

"Just hold me tight," I breathed in pain and immediately felt his strong arms around my stomach, pulling me even closer to him.

"I'm so sorry," was the next thing he said, but he didn't have to be sorry. Sure, Chloe did it for him and me, but it was her, not him, and it wasn't his fault at all.

"It doesn't have to be. You can't help it," I answered him and took a deep breath to let my head fall back against his chest, but he suddenly pushed me away from him, which made me turn to him in irritation.

"Come on," he stood up and gave me his hand, which I accepted with a look into his eyes and then let him carry me to my feet. "But you can do me a favor," he then said and rummaged in his pocket to pull out a small package.

"What's that?" I asked confused and he pulled out a single wrapped pill.

"The morning-after pill."

I looked up from the pill into his eyes, but he avoided my gaze and silently handed me the wrapper.

"Aha," I said and without hesitation or even thinking about what this little pill would do to my body, I took it out, put it on my tongue and was about to prepare the can of Adam's beer that he had on the desk forgotten, Kiyan snatched it from my hand with an angry look.

"You can't take that with alcohol!" he almost yelled, running around my bed to grab my water bottle from my bedside table.

He handed it to me and I opened the lid to flush the pill and glare at him.

"It doesn't matter whether it mixes with alcohol in my stomach or directly in my mouth," I snapped and put the water on the desk behind me.

"No, it's not. It's absolutely harmful to your body anyway, you don't have to drink alcohol with it."

Absolutely harmful?

I grabbed the box and memorized the name to google what he meant tomorrow. At that moment, I really couldn't do it anymore. I was still slightly dizzy from the alcohol and the anger at Chloe was still rushing through my veins at high speed.

"And now?" I asked him and he just gave me an irritated look while turning in my direction.

"How and now?"

"Yeah, am I supposed to take an absolutely harmful pill now every time you...-"

I immediately blushed, and that,

"If I what?" he asked with a cheeky grin that made his dimples twitch. He knew exactly how to throw me off course and once again the mood in the whole room changed abruptly.

There was only tension in the air between us while his cold eyes fixed me and his gaze darted over my lips to my breasts, only to land on my green eyes again.

"If I what?" he repeated his question, but his grin faded and he looked at me with an expression that immediately made my body churn.

I felt the pleasant tugging in my abdomen, the blush on my cheeks and my breathing quickened as he slowly approached me.

"Say what you think I want to do with you," he breathed, taking my chin to give me that excited yet playful expression that made my heart pound.

I couldn't answer him at all, just stared at him with lust and then, in a frenzy, started to take off my sweater.

He didn't move anymore and watched me very closely as I took off each piece of clothing, one by one, until only my black panties were left, which was then his full attention.

I didn't even know why I did it. Whether it was the alcohol, or him, or anything, I was just addicted to his touches that had the magic to transport me to better places.

"If you want to fuck me," I breathed, and it took all my courage to hold his gaze. I wanted to sound sexy and then sat my butt on my desk, spreading my legs a little in the little light from my bedside lamp.

He looked at me wide-eyed as if he couldn't believe what was happening and I couldn't believe it myself, but it just felt right and the way he was fascinated by my body made me feel wanted to become that completely absorbed me.

"Damn it," he stammered, and that was the first time he not only oozed self-confidence but also seemed stunned.

A grin spread across my face and before I could say or do anything else, he too stripped down to his boxer shorts and then walked over to my door to quietly lock it.

"Is it clear that the others in the living room are surely still awake?" He whispered softly and stood between my legs, so I could immediately feel his hardness in my middle.

"Yes," I replied quietly, looking at his pecs and tattoos while the heat gathered between my legs and I began to stroke his stomach with my fingertips.

He twitched slightly and I saw the goosebumps spreading down his arms and was fascinated that it was me causing them.

I looked up at him and put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me while he placed one hand on the desk next to my bottom and grabbed my hair with the other to pull my head back slightly, which he did forced me to look deep into his eyes.

He gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, then fixed my eyes again and grabbed my hair even tighter, which hurt a little, but still triggered an excitement in me that couldn't be described. His other hand slowly stroked my thigh, causing me to tremble slightly, and when he reached my wet panties, I let out a small groan that elicited a triumphant grin from him.

Almost with a jerk he ripped off his boxer shorts, pushed my panties aside and pressed himself even tighter between my legs, and then slowly penetrating me, looking deep into my eyes.

I wanted to close my eyes, savor this feeling of becoming one with him to the fullest, but I knew very well that he wanted to look at me. Wanting to watch me moan with him deep inside me and after he was inside me panting hard and biting his lower lip excitedly, he slowly pulled it out again and then entered me again with a hardness , which almost drove me insane.

Again and again he penetrated me with deep, firm thrusts. I let him take me completely, allowing me to be his and he mine for the moment, all that could be heard was our rapid breathing.

"Come here," he pulled me towards him by my back and then, hands on my butt, lifted me onto his hips to carry me to my bed, caressing my shoulders.

He carefully lowered me, observed my slightly sweating and trembling body with excitement, and then bent over me to penetrate me again.

He looked at me, stroking my cheek with one hand while supporting himself on the other beside me. His black hair fell slightly across his face and curious about his reaction, I grabbed his hair and tugged lightly, which immediately caused him to pick up his pace, panting heavily, and leaning down lightly to kiss gently down my neck .

The feelings he triggered in me were more than just lust and desire, because every touch he touched, every tender kiss and even the rhythmic, hard thrusts were full of love and devotion.

"Kiyan," I groaned softly, clinging tightly to his upper body, every single muscle of which tensed with his movements.

I closed my eyes, felt his kisses on my shoulder, how he slowly wanted to explore every part of my body with his lips. At the same time, this intense feeling ran through my abdomen and just listening to his steady breathing brought me to the climax.

I was breathing faster, clinging tighter to him, wanting to nestle against his chest for my orgasm, but he rose so his face was only inches above mine and looked deep into my eyes as I moaned, the wonderful feeling washing over me became. Everything inside me trembled and my muscles contracted trembling as his eyes held me and he kissed my forehead.

He gave me a brief moment to recover, then slowly moved inside me again, but got faster and pushed into me with his hardness at a speed that made me feel like I had to tear it apart. It just felt good as I felt him come deep inside me closing his eyes and falling onto me.

I would never get enough of this...

"You're driving me crazy," he breathed, slowly pulling himself out of me to lie down next to me and take a deep breath. I just smiled and put a hand to my racing heart to try to get my bearings.

"You need to get a prescription for the pill, please," he leaned in my direction after a moment's recovery.

"I'll do it," I breathed softly and looked over at him exhausted.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek, then got up and I just wanted to close my eyes to collect myself for a moment, but then fell asleep completely naked and satisfied.

I opened my eyes with difficulty and my first glance focused on my window, through which the bright sun shone into my room.

"Oh my god," I cursed under my breath, pulling the covers over my head, which was pounding with pain.

"You can also call me Zayn," I suddenly heard the brown-haired man and almost scared me to death.

Eyes wide, I pushed the covers off my face and only then realized that Zayn was sitting at my desk and seemed to be tinkering with something.

I was either in a coma or still drunk.

Before I spoke to him, I lifted the blanket slightly and took a calming breath when I realized that Kiyan had dressed me.

"What are you doing here? Where's Kiyan?" I asked quietly, afraid my head might just explode at any louder noise.

"He went to get breakfast," he replied, and I got up curiously to see what he was doing there.

I carefully stepped behind him and then had to smile despite my pain as I watched him trying to piece together the torn drawings with scotch tape.

"That's really nice, but you don't have to. The drawings are over," I put my hand on his shoulder and he leaned back in my chair, frustrated.

"Chloe used to be such a nice girl. I hate what we've all become," he said quietly, and I really wasn't up to the serious conversation right now, but didn't want to make him feel like I was doing all of this would be irrelevant.

"You also experienced something bad. I don't know how I would deal with it," I explained sympathetically and then took the tape from his hand to put it back on my table. "And yet she has no right to destroy my things and blackmail Kiyan," I then added, whereupon he nodded in a daze.

"Of course not. I was really close to smacking her yesterday. If she were a man, she'd be out of here with a broken nose," he said angrily, pulling his hip flask out of his jacket, which I immediately took from him.

"What's that about?" he got up and wanted to take it away from me again, but I hid him behind my back and looked at him worried.

"You shouldn't be drinking that much, especially at this hour. Talk to me if you're feeling down," I suggested, but he grabbed my arm and took the flask, glaring at me angrily.

"I don't need anyone to talk to! Take care of Kiyan and let me live as I see fit," he turned away from me and ran out of my room.

Did I go too far? I just didn't want to keep watching Zayn drinking from dawn to dusk and Adam just seeming to be a ghost. Because of my love for Kiyan, and knowing why they were the way they were, I somehow felt responsible for the three and wanted to help, but maybe it would be better to just stay out of it.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at my alarm clock and realized with bated breath that it was already 2 p.m.

Crap! My father would be coming soon and even worse, so would my mother and Thomas.