Hate Me, Marry Me
Morningale
He had me pinned against the wall, his fingers skimming over my ass before gripping it, roughly and possessively. His smirk was infuriating, full of that insufferable confidence he always had.
“It’s just a marriage for a year,” Zayn murmured, his voice rich with amusement. His grip tightened. “Sex, no feelings. Divorce when it’s done. What’s got you hesitating? Scared you’ll fall in love with me again, or scared I’ll ruin this ass of yours?”
I rolled my eyes, even as heat licked up my spine. “...
“It’s just a marriage for a year,” Zayn murmured, his voice rich with amusement. His grip tightened. “Sex, no feelings. Divorce when it’s done. What’s got you hesitating? Scared you’ll fall in love with me again, or scared I’ll ruin this ass of yours?”
I rolled my eyes, even as heat licked up my spine. “...