Chapter Six - Anti ponytail

She would be staying at Zayn's mansion from now on, they were to be married anyways.

She was taken to the room she had been locked up in, it was to be her room from henceforth. She freshened up and discovered that Zayn had provided everything she'd ever need as if he was so sure she'd agree to his marriage of convenience.

They agreed that they'd be divorced once she gets her revenge. She didn't trust Zayn just yet, he could have aided Wright, which she would find out if it may be true but it's likely to not be, but what if he hinders her revenge so that she could continue to stay by his side, if it was really true that she could tame his beast better- She wouldn't let that happen, she won't allow herself to be used again.

But right now, Zayn was the only shot she has got.

She had just put on her night gown and robe, when Zayn bursted into her room. He shut the door, and walked towards her. His glassy blue eyes were gone, replaced by red ones that looked like they were about to devour her. He was on his night attire but was shirtless, his long night robe swayed in the air behind him. He was breathing heavily, and appeared to be in so much pain.

He grabbed her and kissed her wildly. Her back was soon on the wall.

“Zayn,” she cried in the kiss, and he let her go.

He was still breathing heavily, his hands on the wall with her in between them. “I'm sorry.” his head was still leaned towards her, his eyes were shut.

Then he opened them, they were still red. “I know you're heartbroken right now, but I haven't tamed the beast since our last night together.”

He still looked like he was in so much pain, was the beast causing him that much pain?

She sighed. His hair was still damp, some strands hugged his forehead, his red eyes made him even more sexy. She couldn't deny it- She wants him too.

She connected their lips again without touching him- She didn't forget his no touching rule.

He kissed her back. He placed her hands around his shoulders that were clothed by the robe, then his hands went to her legs and he lifted her up hanging her unto him like a koala.

They continued kissing even till they got to the bed. He placed her down on the bed and removed her hands from him, that was when he broke off the kiss.

Holding each other's gazes, he took off her robe slowly. His hands kissed her long delicate legs, the softness and smoothness of her skin caressing his hands. They went under her gown and grabbed her underwear. He was still holding her gaze even as he slowly brought it down before her eyes, and tossed it aside. Evelyn didn't know why her heart was racing so fast as if it was her first time- Well this will just be the third time she was doing something this intimate.

His hands continued to move upwards. They confirmed she wasn't wearing a bra or anything over her soft but firm bosoms.

Zayn let out a breath as he squeezed on them, he was so hot and hard already. For some reason, that breath he let out just aroused Evelyn even more.

He moved closer to her face, “Get on your fours, Evelyn,” he said in a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“Get on your fours.” He said again with that deep mesmerizing voice.

She understood what he meant, but why? What does he want to do to her?

She got on her fours, biting her lower lip in anticipation, her heart still beating fast and loudly.

Goosebumps formed on her skin as she felt him lift her gown upwards till it got to the middle of her back, exposing her fine ass and feminine parts to him.

Her arched back, all of her being bared to him, nothing has ever aroused him more.

She turned her head to look at him, but he leaned against her, his scent enveloping her, he held her throat and made her look straight ahead. His other hand was on the bed, as he whispered into her ear; “You smell so nice,”

And the next moment, she felt him go into her vagina. She gasped. His hand was still on her neck, and his face was still close to her when he began thrusting in and out of her in not the most gentle way.

“Hmm… Zayn…” she cried, moaning in pleasure. Her hand squeezed on the bedsheets. “Ah…” her mouth opened as she moaned even more, gasping for breath, then she heard Zayn groan and moan too, his breath uneven as he drowned in pleasure increasing his pace even more. Evelyn felt like her vagina was on fire, her juices were all over the place.

She was beginning to cum, her vagina squeezed about to reach that peak feeling, but Zayn took it away from her as he suddenly thrustes out of her.

“Zayn…” she moaned his name in protest.

“Shhh. Who says you could cum just yet, love?” He said. He wasn't done with her just yet.

His hand that was on the bed, went to hold her waist.

“Ah…” she cried in both pain and pleasure when she felt his d*ck go into her other opening.

He began to move in and out of her, gently at first but he thrust in more wildly after she was able to accommodate his size.

She thought he had shown her all the ways of pleasure but she guess she was yet to know them all. Her eyes rolled backwards, and she whimpered loudly as he finally let her cum this time. He withdrew from her as he reached orgasm too.

They both fell to the bed breathing heavily. Her body was flushed red and glowing, like a ripe peach. Her lips pulled up in a smile as Zayn pulled her closer to himself, spooning her.

‘How can this feel so good?’ She thought, before she started dozing off, already feeling dazed from the amount of adrenaline she had felt.

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The next day morning…

Evelyn's eyes fluttered open. She turned towards Zayn not feeling his warmth anymore, only to see him sitting by the bed's headboard, one leg stretched out, the other inclined, his head rested on his as his elbow rested on his inclined leg. She couldn't help but stare at him- His long legs, his dishevelled hair, his well chiseled torso; Zayn really has a strong and even ancient she could say, kind of beauty, he was ancient after all. His eyes were shut, but his presence was still powerful.

As if sensing her staring at him, they opened. They were glassy blue now.

“Good morning,” she smiled at him but he just stood up from the bed ignoring her. Then he walked out of her room.

‘Hmm, what's up with him?’ Evelyn thought. Strangely, she felt a little pang at her heart at his ignoring her.

She stood up soon, and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

When she was done, and putting on a flowery gown, she left the room and proceeded downstairs. A maid had initially informed her of breakfast being served at the dining room.

The dining room wasn't hard to find, she met Zayn already seated when she got there. He was all freshened up putting on a white long sleeve t-shirt and black trousers, the first few buttons of the shirt was undone as usual.

The dining table was long, it was enough to seat 12 people, a huge chandelier hung in the center of the dining room.

Zayn was sitting at one end, a plate and cutleries were already set up for her at the other end, so she just sat down there.

“You didn't have to doll up for breakfast, I was waiting for you before I could start eating,” Zayn started, with a stoic face.

“I didn't doll up,” she was only putting on some mascara, liners, and lipgloss. “And you didn't have to wait for me.”

“Yes I do, it's only proper!” He replied, and started eating.

‘Why is he behaving so coldly?’ Eve thought.

“Do you usually get these mood swings?” She asked and Zayn laughed a rich laugh out of the blue.

“What's funny?” She questions.

“You are, love. I don't get mood swings,” 

“Then why are you acting like this?-”

“Like what?” 

“Like this!” Eve pointed out, “Did I do something wrong?”

Zayn took another bit from his food, then he drank from his wine and stood up. He started approaching her. For some reason, she felt on her toes at his dark aura right now.

“Do you have a fetish with ponytails?” He questioned once he got closer to her.

Her long coffee brown hair was packed into a ponytail as usual. It's just the only way she knows how to style her hair. “Are you anti ponytail?”

His hand crossed the top of her chair, her heart skipped a beat as he leaned towards her. His eyes held hers, “Not really. It just… reminds me of someone I don't want to remember anymore. It vexes me.”

“I'm not going to stop packing my hair into a ponytail because of you-”

“You don't have to love,” he responded, standing up straight.

“Why do you call me that?”

“What?”

“Love?”

“I do make love to you.” He said. Her brows creased in a frown, as if realizing or being reminded of what she really is to him.

She turned away from him, “Don't call me that anymore then… Love. I'm no love of yours.” She doesn't know why she was so upset right now, he was no special person to her too. He was just someone she f*cks so he could aid her in her revenge- They were both using each other.

‘Gosh! It sounds so bad putting it like that.’ She thought. He's someone she's about to get married to so he could aid her in her revenge.

She held Zayn scoff softly, getting her out of her thoughts. “I'll call you whatever I want. Love.” Then he stood up and left the dining room.

Eve signed, then turned her attention to the different kinds of food before her. They all tasted so good including the desserts. Zayn didn't even eat much, is he always this much of a light eater?

After breakfast, she asked and was told Zayn went out. Not having what to do, she decided to take a stroll around the mansion, and that was when she realized how big Zayn's mansion was. She couldn't finish touring the house before the end of the day, the mansion’s main garden was so beautiful and captivating. She felt so comfortable there that it took most of her time, as she thought of her next steps.

She can't just keep staring at Zayn's mansion waiting for him to get her revenge for her, she has to do something too.

What she wants is Wright's complete ruin. She wants to strip him of everything, she wants him to be broken to the point that he'd prefer death than to continue living.

After what he did to her, she's sure that he's no saint. Wright is obviously a greedy and corrupt Lycan, and she'll find enough dirt on him to ruin him completely.

But how?

“That's right!” She soliloquized.

The Lycan council was the politics of their world. Wright was a part of the council. What better place to dig up dirt than the council, where all sort of deeds were done for selfish interests.

But it won't be that easy to join the council, however, she'd ask for Zayn's help- He was an elder after all.

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