"That's not possible…" Carla fervently denied. There were a ton of questions at the back of her head. "The man who saved me was my boyfriend. After it happened, I woke up to him. How can it be you…"
Before she could finish, Zayn pulled her into his arms.
She wanted to resist but was locked in his arms without the space to move at all.
"What are you trying to do? Let go of me right now."
Carla struggled as much as she could. However, the more she did that, the more it aroused Zayn's desire for her.
"That day, you were not like that…" The man slurred.
He lifted her chin to look at her flawless face and beautiful eyes. The sight sent his blood pumping and his body burning with desire for her…
"That day, you took the initiative to kiss me. It was like this…"
He whispered huskily and nibbled on her earlobe. Instantly, the fiery touch threw Carla's sanity out of the window.
She froze and stood nervously. Her voice sounded like a moan as she croaked, "No…"
"You also did this…"
He slowly moved towards her cheek, pressing his lips against it before he moved to her neck, chin and rosy, red lips.
The moment Zayn's lips touched hers, Carla felt a wave of warmth rise within her body. She was slowly losing control.
"No…mmm…"
She seemed like a helpless kitten, shaking uncontrollably.
Her previously stiff body seemed to slump over, melting into his arms.
Regardless, there was a voice in her head reminding her repeatedly. No, no, no…
Meanwhile, Zayn was enjoying this side of her, fragile and delicate. His movements became more intense, and his hand moved to the bottom of her skirt.
"Oh…" Carla shuddered and instantly snapped to her senses. She pushed him away in panic.
However, she did not manage to push him away. As she used too much strength, the wound on her shoulder split open again. The pain was so intense that her face turned pale, and she started to sweat.
Reluctantly, Zayn loosened his grip on her. He licked his lips longingly, with desire still burning in his eyes.
Carla took the chance to back away and straighten her clothes.
Looking at her pained expression, he knew that she aggravated her wound again, so he went over to check on her.
Instead, Carla warned, "Don't come over here."
Zayn frowned but compromised, "Okay."
Following that, he snapped his fingers again, and the lock on the door opened again.
Carla ran as fast as her legs could carry her, like she was running away from the devil.
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