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“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please let me go Kai, you're hurting me,” she cries, but I physically can’t let go. It’s like I’m glued to her, my fingers so tightly wrapped around her wrist I can feel the blood in her veins cutting off.
My fingers turn white as my grip tightens, almost snapping her wrist as she blatantly stands there all innocent, continuing to lie to my face. “What are you trying to prove concocting this fake ass engagement, huh? Are you trying to manipulate me? Is this some ploy to get me to admit what you want to hear and tie me down?”
She shakes her head in refusal, her heaving breaths rocking unsteadily, “You’re not making any sense Kai,” she cries out, a blubbering mess. “You made it perfectly clear I meant nothing to you. Over and over, you rejected me, pushing me away, breaking me down until there was nothing but shattered pieces on the floor. Why would I want to have that happen again?”
I laugh, mocking her denial even though deep inside, all I want is to tell her she’s wrong. “I know you and Drake made some arrangement to make me jealous by making it seem the two of you had something. Trust me, Dollface, you failed. I knew Drake would never be interested in a girl like you, and he soon enough confessed it was just some childish game. He figured it’s the least he could do since he made you believe I cared.”
I don’t see it coming. I should have given how much of a fucking asshole I’m being, having insulted her again and again, yet she once again has caught me off guard. It doesn't hurt, more of an uncomfortable tickle, but I know her hand is imprinted on my cheek.
“Son, a bitch!” she shrieks, cradling her aching palm. “What the fuck are you made of metal?”
Something in me ignites a carnal urge to take her and make her mine. This woman will be the death of me. Everything I crave most but shouldn’t have. I had a taste, and it turned into a dangerous obsession. I can only imagine what having all of her would do to me.
If only my restraint were stronger than my craving. Then it wouldn’t be such a lethal addiction.
In an instant, I have her pressed against the opposite wall of her bedroom, beside the headboard of her bed, one hand on the wall, the other tucked under her thigh, lifting her leg, and wrapping it around me. “If only I was made of something strong enough to resist you, Dollface.”
“What, what are you saying?” she whispers against me. The impenetrable shield she wore just a moment ago, hiding her pain, has now disintegrated.
I lean in closer, running my nose over her cheek and inhaling deep taking in her intoxicating scent. She’s so fucking perfect, and so fucking mine. “I’m saying you are mine, Stella, and believing otherwise makes you a fool. A beautiful fool.”
“You don’t mean that,” she whispers, mostly to herself. My tongue sneaks out to catch the single tear trickling out of her eye. Even her tears are sweet, like sugar dripping against my tongue.
“It’s never been a question of whether I want you or not, Stella. You’d be blind to think I don’t want you, want this.” My hand under her thigh moves in closer, my fingers brushing up against her sweet pussy, making her tremble against me. She is so warm and soft, every inch of her is goddamn perfect. My dick twitches. It’s almost impossible to keep him restrained a moment longer.
Stella surprises me yet again, a sexy as fuck laugh leaving her lips. “It’s too late Kai,” she coos, “I begged you. For months I begged you to give me an ounce of attention, to show me you felt something, anything for me, and all you did was push me away. Rejection stings, but not as much as you crawling back to me the moment you see I’m happy with someone else.”
I smirk at her, the corner of my lips twitching as I watch her staring down at my lips. I lick them just to tease her and I swear I can see her salivating, begging for a taste. “Are you Stella? Are you happy now? I’d back off if I thought you were, but that fucker,” a menacing chuckle escapes from deep within my throat, “You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m going to let him have what’s mine.”
She freezes, meeting my exasperated gaze with one of her own. Light patches of freckles sneak past the makeup under her eyes, moist with tears. She’s flawless, yet perfectly flawed. The finest porcelain doll, beautiful and delicate, but so fragile to the slightest touch.
My fingers graze her cheeks tenderly, her eyes closing at the gentle contact. “Don’t do this to me, Kai, not again. I couldn’t take it. I’m begging you to walk away. Leave and let me try to be happy without you.” This time her voice drops an octave or two and I can see it’s taking everything in her to not break down and lose herself in the moment.
Without thinking, without being able to hold back, I place a soft kiss on the bridge of her nose, a tender action I never would have thought I was capable of. Yet it feels so right. “Don’t Dollface, don’t beg. Begging is for the weak, and you’re the strongest person I know.”
Instinctively, my eyes close, not able to fathom seeing her reaction. I know I shouldn’t be giving her any false hopes that I’ve changed my mind, that I’m suddenly prepared to see this relationship through and tell her those three daunting words she so desperately craves to hear. I can’t do it, but I also won’t lose her, not without having her first.
“You couldn’t give me what I needed then, and I know you can’t now. Don’t make this harder for us, Kai.” She pauses, inhaling a deep breath and letting it out with a melancholic sigh. “Walk away.”
My throat threatens to close, bile burning on its way up. That’s exactly what I should do, walk away. Forget about the delicate angel in front of me who makes my heart skip a beat and my body ache to be near her, but I’m too fucking selfish. I can’t walk away, not without taking a piece of her with me. A piece I can keep with me for eternity, wherever I go, whatever happens. I need this piece of her to ensure I don’t fall apart and succumb to my destined fate. To live a pathetically lonely life.
“I can’t, Stella, I can’t walk away, and I can’t make you any promises. All I know is I can’t let him have you.”
Anger blazes within her, and she’s back to struggling out of my arms and pushing away. “You don’t,” she wails through broken sobs. She can no longer hold on. “Get to do that.” She isn’t looking at me, her gaze fixated on my chest and the golden sigil of the Cobras embroidered on my cut I threw over the black dress shirt I borrowed from Drake. I’ve gone nowhere without it since graduation when my Uncle Zeke made my initiation into the Cobras final. I’d also never be caught dead in anything other than a T-shirt, but I figured I’d dress up for the occasion. Little did I know how fitting it would be.
“I get to do whatever the fuck I please, Dollface. Better yet, you’ll be begging me. It’s time, baby, time, to give you what you’ve so desperately wanted from me since the moment we met. It’s time to make you mine.”
“A little too late for that, Kai. I’m not yours. I’ll never be yours. You took too long and someone else beat you to the punch.” The moment the words leave her lips, regret, panic, and something that resembles courage flashes through her eyes.
My hands roughly grip her ass, making her yelp in surprise as I press into her. I know she’s just bullshitting me, but the anger that’s been trickling inside of me doesn't let me say otherwise. “Say that again, Stella. Say you’re not mine. Tell me he made you his. I fucking dare you.” I’m laughing maniacally once again, knowing damn well she could never admit that, because it could never be true.
She quivers under my touch, my fingers digging into her alabaster skin, teasing her, ready to do so much more than that. All she needs to do is ask.
The look in her eyes, the want, the need, tells me she knows exactly what I’m asking of her. “Kai please…”
Without letting her finish, knowing well enough what she was going to say, my mouth comes crashing down on hers, taking her perfect lips in for a hypnotizing kiss. The moment my lips touch hers, it’s electric, like a wave of electricity passing through me, a magnet pulling me in. I’m glued to her, tasting every inch of her mouth, my tongue thrusting in, our teeth crashing as our kiss becomes frantic.
Damn this woman for making me break every single one of my rules etched in stone. I shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as I am. I shouldn’t need this, crave this as much as I do. She’s intoxicating, relentless, meeting my delicious assault just as hard. She’s sweet, hints of vanilla and something I can’t quite pinpoint, but everything I remember becoming addicted to the first and only time my lips touched hers. Everything I expected, yet so much more.
