Semua Bab A DEAL OF SIN: Bab 11 - Bab 20

“I want you.” My heart skipped a beat, and a shiver ran down my spine. I tried to keep my voice steady, but the fluttery feeling in my stomach made it difficult. “Why me?” I asked, my voice cracking. “Why me…out of all the girls in this college?” His eyes roamed over my body. “You really have to ask?” he said, his voice rough. “Why you? It's pretty obvious. You're attractive, smart, and you have a certain innocence about you that just drives me crazy.” His words made my heart flutter, but I forcibly reminded myself of Sunwoo's warning. He had mentioned that Zayren was a player, and I needed to stay cautious. I took a deep breath, summoning my willpower. “So what?” I demanded, my voice shaky but firm. “There are plenty of girls like that in this college. So why do you want me specifically?” His grip on my hands tightened as he looked into my eyes. “Because you're different,” he said, his voice low and intense. “You don't throw yourself at me like the other girls do. Yo

“My heart is beating for you? Do you think it’s all just a lie?”His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, as his lips moved against my skin. I could feel the rapid thump of his heart against my back, its rhythm echoing the one in my own chest. I couldn’t deny the effect his touch was having on me, and it both scared and excited me.Zayren spun me around, pinning me against the wall, his body pressed firmly against mine, leaving little space between us. His hands on my hips, holding me captive. His dark eyes met mine, locking me in their unwavering gaze, and I couldn’t deny the depth of feeling in them.His eyes were a beautiful, rich hue, a combination of brown and black that seemed to bore into my soul. They held a mix of emotions—desire, determination, and something deeper that I couldn’t quite decipher. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the strength of his grip on my hips. I should have felt uncomfortable, should have wanted to push him away, but instead, I found

“Excuse me?” I retorted sharply. “You don’t get to decide that.” He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing, as if challenging me to defy him. His hand was still on my arm, his grip strong but not painful. “I am deciding it,” he replied, his voice a low, dangerous tone. “You’re not working those part-time jobs anymore.” I yanked my arm away from his grip, anger flaring within me. “And what makes you think you can tell me what to do?” I asked, my voice rising. “I need the money, you know that. I can’t just stop working because YOU say so.” His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in frustration. He took a step forward, closing the distance between us, forcing me to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. “You don’t need those jobs,” he stated, his voice low and intense. “Not when you have me.” The possessiveness in his tone struck me, igniting a mixture of anger and something else within me. “What makes you think I want anything from you?” I retorted, my voice rising. “I’m perfectly capable

I flinched at the touch, my heart skipping a beat before I pulled my hand away from the table. I shot him a glare, irritation bubbling up within me. “What do you want?” I snapped. “I’m trying to study, in case you can’t see.” He chuckled again, clearly amused by my reaction. He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Can’t a guy just sit next to a pretty girl while she studies?” he asked, his eyes roaming over my face. “I promise I won’t distract you.” I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words, but I quickly pushed it down. I refused to let him see how he affected me. “You’re already distracting me,” I retorted, scowling at him. “Why don’t you go and bother someone else?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “But you’re the only one I want to bother,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Besides, I have something to ask you.” He leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile on his face. He looked at me intently, waiting for my response. “So, ar

I shot him a look, my cheeks heating up. “I wouldn’t exactly call it enjoying,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “You just dragged me along for your personal shopping spree.” “Dragged?” he said, feigning hurt. “You looked like you were having the time of your life.” I turned away, rolling my eyes. “Whatever you say.” “I think you secretly enjoyed it.” He leaned in, his voice low. “Please.” I scoffed. “I just wanted to see if you’d actually wear something normal for once. No one wants to look at ripped jeans every day.” He chuckled, as though I’d just challenged him. “Is that so? Maybe I’ll start dressing up more often,” he mused, his gaze locking onto mine. “If it’ll keep you interested.” I stared out the window, pretending his words hadn’t affected me. But my heart thumped loudly in my chest, each beat hammering home the undeniable attraction I felt toward him. He was always so insistent, always pushing boundaries, and it was maddeningly irresistible. We pulled up in f