Chapter eighty nine

Elena's POV

I forgot what they told me, as I sucked in a sharp breath and my eyes flew to meet his hard ones.

"No! Please…" I sobbed but his expectant expression gave me no choice but to acquiesce.

I knelt down on the cold floor, my hands fidgeting by my sides.

Zayn walked straight to me, unbuckling his belt even as he approached and unzipped his fly before he brought his still-covered erection within three inches of my face.

I jerked back a little and I trembled harder, as I fought between wanting to flee and staying.

Casually, Zayn put his left hand in my hair and gathered it in a loose ponytail in his hand.

"Look at me." He ordered, turning my face upward as he spoke.

I obeyed, my eyes filled with hatred and my nostrils flaring as I watched the amusement on his face as I struggled.

With his right hand, he freed his dick from his underwear tugging the boxer briefs down to his scrotum to expose his member properly.

"Do not use your hands, is that clear?"

A sneer appeared on my face