Zayn carried Carla out from the back exit.
Boris was anxiously waiting on the car. When he saw them he immediately approached Zayn and apologized, "I'm so sorry man. I would have never known…"
Thump!
Zayn kicked him aside. "If you weren't my aunt's son, I would have crushed your throat by now!"
Boris face turned pale from the pain, but did not say anything about it. On the contrary, he apologized, "It was all my fault. Is she okay?"
Zayn paid him no heed and carried Carla into the Aston Martin.
At the moment, Carla had totally succumbed to the effects of the drug Anda gave her. She entangled herself on Zayn's body and buried her face into his neck, indulging herself with the familiar smell.
"It's you…" Carla murmured. She wrapped her hands around his neck and gave him an endearing kiss.
"Goddammit!" Zayn's forehead creased. "So, you've been drugged."
No wonder you just laid there like a fool without even resisting.
Carla continued to shift about in Zayn's arms, like a ball of fire trying to light up his desire.
At the moment, Zayn had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding on to her. He had no choice but to let Carla have her way with his body as he suppressed his sexual urges. He needed to
focus on driving.
However, as Carla got even more audacious, her movements were wilder than ever before.
Unable to calm himself down, Zayn drove the car into a forest near Southcastle Shore where he proceed to lay her on the seat. "You asked for it, " he rasped as he bit her earlobe.
He kissed her savagely, like how predators enjoyed their prey.
Carla was burning with passion and played along, making it even more irresistible for Zayn.
Under the alluring moonlight that sipped through the windows, their silhouettes intertwined.
It was a passionate night filled with ecstasy.
In the morning, Carla was awakened by the sunlight in her eyes. She was still a bit woozy when she opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure.
Zayn was sitting on the bonnet of the car with a cigarette in hand. His hair shifted as the wind blew. His Whyte shirt was unbuttoned and danced in the wind, revealing his wolf head tattoo on the waist from time to time.
Carla looked at him in shock and looked at herself. She was naked with only Zayn's long coat covering her. Moreover, she felt an intense soreness in the groin area.
Her mind went blank for quite a while before realizing what happened and her heart rate skyrocketed.
"Ahhh!"
Carla's terrified scream pierced through the calm of morn.
Zayn knitted his brows and put out the cigarette. He went and got two bottles of water from the trunk, uncapped one and passed it to Carla.
"What's all this?" Carla grabbed his arm as she was at a loss for words. "What happened last night? We, you and me… What did you do to me?"
"What do you mean by that? You're the one that kept latching on to me, " Zayn spoke in a stern manner. "Be grateful that I had the decency to help you out."
"You're lying! You filthy scum!" Carla raised her hand to hit him, but Zayn caught it. "So you're attacking people now after the enjoyment? That's not right!"
"Don't you mock me with your slander, I'm not that type of person!" Carla roared in rage, her chest heaving from the heavy breathing, a seductive sight to behold.
Zayn stared at her smooth and perky breasts, his body showing some reaction. However, he did not do anything besides turning on the onboard recorder's monitor.
"Take a look for yourself!"
"Take me…" A moan came from the screen. The resolution was not good, but Carla was able to recognize herself, riding on Zayn while kissing and hugging his face. It was even more intense than the movies!
"I…" Carla was flabbergasted. She could not believe what she was seeing. How? Why? How did I become like this? This isn't like me at all!
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