Chapter 24. IT WAS A MAT-TER OF TIME
(Sienna)
Ander and I finally started working as a team in the lab. We’d made good progress in our research, and Professor Reed was pleased with the change in our attitude. He approached our working station and took my notepad to check my notes.
“How are you, Miss Moore? Were you able to speak with the police department?” Reed had shared the recordings from a couple of cameras with them, but the police informed me that the quality was very poor, and there wasn’t much they could do since the stalker’s face was covered. However, this time, they took the investigation more seriously. I imagined that witnessing a figure wielding a knife and running toward me provided the proof they needed to believe me. They had requested a list of all the subjects I was enrolled in at Stanford so they could investigate some names. Nevertheless, they cautioned me not to get my hopes up as it could be someone from my past or someone not associated with any of my classes.
“Yes, but I haven’t heard from them since I spoke to Officer Johnson. He’s leading the investigation. I asked my lawyer to make some calls, and now it seems the police department is more invested in the case, knowing that my parents kept some friends in the FBI.”
A flicker of disgust crossed his face, but he swiftly masked his expression, leaving me unsure if I had imagined it.
“Nothing works like having good contacts in this world,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m glad that at least they’re looking into it. Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”
“Sure. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Since we’re finished for the day, feel free to head home once you’re done with these calculations. I’ll see both of you tomorrow,” Professor Reed announced.
After tidying up our workstation, I took my gym bag and headed to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.
“I’ll wait for you outside. Be quick.” Ander had offered to walk me to one of the local gyms where I was supposed to take my first self-defense lesson with Zayn. I opted for black leggings, a black crop top, and my favorite sneakers, tying my hair in a high ponytail. I was unsure if my outfit fit the exercises we would be doing, but at least I looked good in it. I wondered if Zayn would like it.
Ander’s eyes lit up when I exited the bathroom, and he saw me wearing my sports clothes.
“You like it?” I inquired with a cheeky smile.
His eyes roamed my entire body, and heat built between my thighs from the way he looked at me. “Zayn is gonna struggle to focus with you wearing that. That much I know,” he replied with a strained expression, narrowing his eyes.
After Ander left me for my class, I walked into the gym. The receptionist greeted me with a warm smile.
“Hi. Welcome to The Dragon Den. Can I help you?” she asked.
“Hi, I have a private lesson booked. Zayn Siegel made the booking.”
She clicked the mouse and began typing on the computer.
“He has booked the second room to the left. Here,” she said, handing me a towel and opening the barrier. I thanked her for the towel and quickened my pace until I located the room Zayn had reserved for us. He was shirtless and in the middle of doing push-ups. Dropping my bag on the floor, I leaned against the doorframe, taking my time to appreciate the sculpted muscles of his back glistening with sweat.
“Are you gonna come in, or are you going to keep eye-fucking me?” His growl sent tingles coursing through my body.
“Who says that I’m eye-fucking you?” I responded, holding my head high and closing the door behind me.
“Okay,” he said while he finished his last push-up and stood.
“First, take your shoes off. They are not allowed on the mat.”
I took my sneakers off and placed them next to my sports bag, then I stepped on the wrestling mat and waited for Zayn’s instructions.
“Before we practice any self-defense moves, I want to teach you some basic maneuvers,” he explained.
Over the next hour or so, he taught me some fundamental movements, such as how to escape from someone’s grip or how to use the base of my palm to target and break an assailant’s nose. We repeated all the exercises until I was exhausted, and my entire body ached.
His T-shirt hugged every muscle of his torso, arms, shoulders, and back.
Why did men look so fuckable with a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants?
“Okay. Now we’re gonna practice a real-life scenario.”
“What do I need to do?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
“I’m going to throw an attack your way, and I want you to show me how you would counteract an opponent my size using the techniques I’ve shown you.”
Great .
Before I could seek further guidance from him, Zayn lunged at me, pulling me closer with his right arm. He secured both of my hands and pressed them against my chest while his front pressed firmly against my back. I let out a scream. Desperately, I attempted to free myself from his grip, but no matter how hard I struggled, his hold on me only grew stronger, thwarting my every attempt to break free. I pushed my ass back against him, and I shivered with the groan that escaped his lips right in my ear. I could feel his hardness as I kept grinding my hips against him.
As he loosened his hold on me, I linked my right foot behind his right leg, taking the opportunity to fight him back. With a swift movement, I pushed backward, causing both of us to tumble onto the mat. In an instant, Zayn rolled over me, positioning his entire body atop mine, with his hips nestled between my legs. Securing both of my hands, he firmly placed them above my head, rendering me wholly immobilized in under three seconds.
“Is that how you plan on defending yourself from an attacker? By begging him to fuck you?” He pushed his hips forward, clearly showing me how hard he was for me. My only answer was a quiet whimper.
“I knew you were trouble from the moment I met you, beautiful,” he said before his mouth collided with mine in a hungry and devastating kiss. Our tongues clashed desperately while each nerve in my body came alive with every thrust from his hips. I wanted him to rip my clothes off so he could take me here on this mat.
“Please,” I begged. It wasn’t clear from my plea if I was begging him to stop or to continue. He suddenly shifted one of his hands so he could keep a tight hold of both of my wrists simultaneously. He didn’t break the kiss, but his other hand traveled to one of my breasts, pinching my nipple over the fabric. “Zayn,” I moaned, my voice full of lust as he pushed his free hand under my leggings. He shoved my underwear to one side and sank two fingers into my wetness as I tried to quiet my cries of pleasure.
“I love how wet you are for me, babe.”
He steadily continued with his sweet torture, moving both fingers in an angle that kept hitting the right spot every single time he pushed them in and out. I lifted my hips, seeking more pressure in an attempt to reach that peak that would throw me over the edge. His mouth continued to devour me, our breathing becoming more and more frantic. I was close, so close, but he suddenly broke our kiss and sat back on his knees. Before I could make any complaints, he pushed my leggings and underwear down until my bottom half was completely naked.
Well, I still had my socks on.
“I’ve fucked you twice already, but I haven’t tasted you yet. I’m going to eat your pussy now, and you’re going to come on my face. But you need to be quiet. Can you do that for me, babe?”
I nodded, furrowing my eyebrows with my mouth slightly open.
He dropped his head between my thighs, and with one stroke, he licked my entire wetness.
“Mmm, your pussy tastes better than I imagined.” Zayn continued licking me as I used both of my hands to thread my fingers in his thick black hair. I was at the mercy of his tongue, and every time he circled my bundle of nerves, my body arched, seeking more friction. Each stroke ignited every cell in my body, and my moans became louder when he pushed two fingers inside me while he sucked on my clit. Every torturous movement of his fingers and tongue brought me closer to fucking Nirvana, and each time I pulled his hair, Zayn’s response was to finger fuck me harder and lick faster.
It didn’t take me long to reach my climax, but he kept stroking and sucking relentlessly to prolong my orgasm.
When I came down from my high, Zayn grabbed my clothes and passed them to me. I threw on my clothes while he fixed up his sweatpants. He raised my bag from the ground and motioned for me to come closer. Gently, he lifted my chin and planted a soft kiss on my lips.
“You’ve done a good job today. Let’s go home; I’ll cook dinner. We can continue our training in a couple of days.”
I circled his waist with my arms, planting another kiss on his lips before saying, “Knows how to cook, an excellent personal-defense instructor, and exceptional at giving head. What have I done to deserve you?”
A half smile graced the corner of his mouth as he looked at me.
“You deserved to be worshipped, Sienna. Since I met you at that bar in Tribeca, I haven’t stopped thinking about you, and the more I get to know you, the more I know that I want you in my life. I know you care about Noah, so I won’t push on this matter any further, but please know that I’m here for you no matter what and that the only way this psycho will get to you is over my dead body.” His words were filled with a silent promise. A promise that said that I wasn’t alone in this.
“Let’s go home, Cobra Kai,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood. Zayn burst into laughter, the sound resonating deeply in my chest. He didn’t laugh as often as I’d liked, but I understood better than anyone where his darkness came from. I understood that he was my dark warrior with a damaged soul, and I was more than happy to bring light to his life and surrender to his shadows.