Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Bound by Truth, Broken by Desire
~Zayn’s POV~
I straddled his lap, pressing my palms to his chest, leaning in until my lips brushed his ear.
"Serve me my punishment, Daddy," I whispered, my breath warm against his skin. "Make me scream for forgiveness."
He looked at me and said, "What do you mean, I should punish you?" Then he added, "Babe, stand up. Let’s go inside and sleep."
But I told him softly, "I know you were hurt and frustrated earlier. Take me now. Punish me with your love. Make me yours so I can prove I’m sorry. Claim me. I’m all yours, baby."
He looked at me, his eyes dark. "It’s your call. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you. Don’t say I..."
I didn’t let him finish. I kissed his lips and guided his hand to feel my cock. That was all it took.
Evric’s breath hitched, his eyes narrowing as if he wasn’t sure whether to give in to anger, desire, or both. One hand wrapped around my waist, the other wrapped around my cock, pulling me closer.
"Zayn..." his voice was low, gravelly, heavy with restraint. "You don’t play with me like this."
I trailed my fingers down his chest, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat rising from his body. "I’m not playing," I whispered, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "I want you to take what I denied you. I want to feel every bit of it. Punish me if that’s what it takes, just don’t shut me out."
A storm raged in his eyes. For a moment, I thought he might push me off, walk away, leave me begging. But then his grip tightened suddenly, strong hands locking around my hips, dragging me flush against him, stroking me until I was hard and ready.
"You really want punishment?" he asked, his tone dark, testing.
I swallowed, my pulse racing. "Yes," I breathed, brushing my lips against his neck. "I want you. However, you give yourself to me."
Something broke in him then, the wall of restraint he’d been holding back all night. He let out a deep growl, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck, pulling me into a fierce kiss that stole my breath and erased any distance between us.
The kiss was raw, heated, full of the frustration he had bottled up, and yet beneath it all, there was something else, his need for me, his claim on me, and his unspoken forgiveness.
When he pulled back, his lips hovered over mine. "I won’t punish you because of tonight," he said, "but I won’t go gentle on you either. I’ve been dying inside, wanting to own you to myself."
He shifted suddenly, standing from the couch with me still straddling his lap. My arms instinctively tightened around his neck as he carried me with effortless strength. He walked toward the dining table and, with one motion, laid me flat on it. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out every other sound.
Staring at me, he unbuttoned his nightwear and pushed his pants down. Now he was bare, just like me.
He trailed his hand down my chest. "Every day I see you, I want to fuck you so hard that your legs go numb, so you can’t walk, so you can’t sit for days. I wish you were wilder than this, Zayn, but only with me."
I swallowed hard, heat flooding through me. "Then teach me," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I’m yours to break, Evric."
"But I can’t, babe. It will feel like I’m hurting you, and I don’t want to hurt you. Trust me."
"Then teach me," I begged. "Only when you show me the beast in you will I know how to serve you, Daddy. I’m not glass. I want to be enough for you. Okay?"
That was all it took. His lips crashed down on mine again, hard and hungry, his tongue claiming me with a force that made my toes curl. His hand slid down, gripping my waist possessively, keeping me pinned on the table.
Every movement, every kiss, every touch carried not just lust but a deeper fire, the fire of a man who loved too hard, wanted too much, and hated hurting the one he loved.
Evric’s breath grew heavier as his eyes devoured me, his hand sliding down my thigh with possessive pressure. Without warning, he gripped both my legs and raised them, spreading me open beneath him.
My body trembled, every nerve alive, as he aligned himself with me. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed forward, sliding into me with a deep, claiming thrust. The air was knocked from my lungs, my nails digging into the table.
"Evric..." I moaned, his name spilling from my lips.
He didn’t stop, didn’t falter. His hands pinned my legs higher, parting me wider, making me feel every inch of his possession. His rhythm was slow at first, tormenting, pulling a whimper from me with each movement. Then, with a growl deep in his throat, he quickened, his thrusts turning demanding, deeper than he had ever gone before.
I could feel him everywhere, stretching me, filling me. He thrust all of himself inside me long, deep, claiming. I gasped for air... huh... babe...
His breath was ragged as he drove into me harder, his chest pressing against mine, his voice breaking through the sound of skin slapping against skin.
"Tell me, Zayn... tell me you love me," he growled between thrusts, his grip bruising against my thighs as he held them apart. "Tell me how much you need me, how much I matter."
My back arched, the table creaking beneath us as I clutched at his shoulders. "I love you, Daddy," I moaned, the words tumbling out between gasps. "You’re the only one I want, the only one I’ll ever need."
His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, forcing a cry from my throat. "Say it louder," he demanded, slamming into me so hard my body shook. "Make me believe it."
"Fuck... Evric!" I screamed, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the pleasure that bordered on unbearable. "You’re everything! You own me, ahh... yes, Daddy, fuck me, don’t stop!"
He groaned low, his mouth finding mine in a desperate, bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with mine, swallowing every broken moan, every cry of his name as his hips snapped into me with unrelenting force.
"Sweet boy," he rasped against my lips, his voice trembling with the weight of his own desire. "Take it all for me.
"Y-yes," I whimpered, my nails dragging down his back. "I’m yours... ahh... fuck, I’m all yours, Daddy. Make me scream, make me cry for you."
He slammed into me again, deep and hard, his voice dropping into a dark, rough growl right against my ear.
"Tell me to fuck you harder, Zayn," he hissed, his breath hot and ragged. "I want to hear you beg for it."
My body arched off the table, trembling under the force of each thrust. My voice cracked, desperate, as I obeyed.
"Fuck me, Daddy... please," I moaned, the words spilling from my lips like a prayer. "Please, Daddy, fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Please..."
He groaned deep in his chest, his pace quickening, slamming into me harder with every word I gave him. "That’s it," he rasped, his lips brushing my jaw. "Beg for me. Tell me exactly what you want."
"Make me yours," I cried, clutching at his arms, nails scraping down his muscles. "Make me scream. Make me cry for you, Daddy. Please..."
His thrusts became a steady, brutal rhythm, each one hitting so deep it knocked the breath from my lungs. His mouth crashed over mine, kissing me hard, swallowing my cries and moans as he pounded into me harder, deeper, claiming me completely.
His hips snapped against me harder, the rhythm turning rougher, more sex not just pleasure anymore but a demand. Each thrust drove a moan out of my throat until my voice broke.
Then, suddenly, his movements slowed just enough for his tone to shift. His hand slid up, gripping my neck, tilting my face upward. His eyes burned dark as his fingers tightened, not choking, but holding me still, forcing me to meet his stare.
"Zayn..." Evric’s voice was low, almost dangerous. "I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer me."
Brutal thrust rocked through me, making me gasp and tremble. My hands clutched at his wrists. "O-okay, baby..." I managed to moan.
He leaned in until our foreheads touched, his hand still on my neck. "Look at me," he ordered.
"Yes... Yes, baby," I whispered, tears already pooling at the corners of my eyes.
He drove into me deep, making me cry out loud. "Tell me," he growled, his face inches from mine. "What did you agree to sign with my father in three months?"
His eyes were black fire, demanding an answer. I tried to speak but only a strangled sound left my lips. He slammed into me again, brutal and deep, making the tears spill down my cheeks.
"Stop... baby..." I cried out, my voice breaking. "You’re hurting me... It’s too much that way."
He froze for a heartbeat, still holding my neck. His eyes blinked with something softer. "I don’t want to hurt you," he rasped, his voice raw. "But why are you being stubborn? What did you promise my father?"
His hips shifted as if he might thrust again, the tension between us electric.
I quickly shouted, "I’ll tell you! Just stop!"