Zayne X Reader Novels & Stories

Aviana I felt getting my self-high. Pleasuring me again and again. "Mmm.." I hummed. I opened my eyes and saw Zayn at the bottom covering a duvet. He is looking me into the eye while adding pressure on my core using his tongue making me go higher and higher. I moved slightly, I felt fire but he gripped my thighs. "Z-Zayn.." I moaned in released feeling the cloud nine. I heard him chuckled. He started to lick every inch of me.

Slamming my palms flat against the table, repeatably until they turn red and numb, I scream hysterically, letting out all the agony I can no longer keep concealed. As he pulls out of me, he releases my hair and I slump forward, gasping for air. The sound of his jeans being pulled up, the teeth of his zip locking into place, fills the room with his ragged breathing. Unable to find the strength to hold myself up, I collapse to the ground, hanging my head in shame as the feeling of his semen sliding down my thigh, makes me weaker by the second. As he steps forward, his dark shadow casts over me, “You deserve everything that is coming your way, Zeynep. You should know that no one is coming to sa

Zayne stood in the doorway, and the expression on his face made my blood run cold. His eyes had gone completely dark, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping. He looked between Gabriel and me for one long, agonizing moment—taking in Gabriel on my bed, his hand in my hair, our lips still pressed together. Then without a single word, Zayne turned and walked away. The sound of his footsteps retreating down the hallway snapped me out of my frozen state.

"I might have misheard you, Mr. Xoan Warren. But judging what you said, you're here to cause a scene by taking one of my girls away, is that right?" Zayn stepped forward and positioned himself in front of Yaslyn, blocking Xoan's view. Yaslyn's heart raced as she looked at Zayn. Though Zayn wielded considerable influence here, Xoan was no pushover. Living up to her expectations, Xoan lifted his chin defiantly and icily stated, "I'm here to take my fiancee. Is there an issue with that?"

His knee refuses to let me close my legs, tongue trailing a sinful path on my neck, controlling my heartbeats on the tip of his fingers. But, before we could process, the door knocked and slightly opened, “Sir the–” Zayne’s eyes darkened, glaring towards the door, “Out. Now.” His assistant, absolutely frightened of his reaction, scrambled away. Zayne turned back to me, his shirt already undone, exposing the enticing abs. He pulled my legs around his waist, forcing me into a heated contact. “Can’t you see I am about to teach soon-to-be Mrs. Nightwood a lesson?”

Kade’s serrated voice cut through Tori’s soprano as though it were tissue paper. Zayne met Kade’s eyes without flinching, but gave him an assessing stare that made me feel much too exposed. “Not as big a part as some others.” Zayne replied smoothly, his face a passive mask as he said the words that would stun me for time to come. “It doesn’t matter at this point, because you’re going to help me. In return, I’ll get you your mate back.”

“It's not just the sex, baby. It's the man. Women always want men like Zayne, mysterious, edgy and devilishly handsome.” I scoffed. “Why anyone would want him, I can't understand.” I mumbled. Ria smirked, “Come on, I know you don't like him but you have to admit that he's smoking hot.” Ria urged me. I shrugged. Yeah, I guess so. Zayne is a very attractive man, I couldn't deny that. “Fine, you're right. He is ridiculously hot.” I said. He would never hear me admit that anyway, so it was okay.

She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him a few times, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip. Professor Kane groaned into her mouth. “Touch me.” She did. Her hand moved faster along his length while they kissed. He was rock hard, the skin smooth and hot. Veins pulsed under her fingers. She rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. He thrust slightly into her hand, clearly enjoying it.

"They are going to ruin me, Xavier. If I stay with them, I lose everything. I have nowhere else to go." ​Xavier leaned in a fraction closer, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. The scent of his expensive cologne filled my lungs, making my head spin. He was searching for a lie, testing to see if I would flinch. ​"So you want to use me instead," he murmured. "You think you can just run to my arms because you're having a fight with Dylan? I don't play games, Raya. And I don't let people—" ​Before he could finish his sentence, his private cell phone buzzed loudly in his pocket.