Eternally

48. sick and twisted

"You don't get it do you?" He runs his tongue along to side of his mouth. "You fucking dumbass."

"Don't call me a dumb-"

"Because I fucking love you." He confesses, cutting me off.

At the moment, it feels as if time freezes. I can only stare at him, "You what?"

"I fucking love you. I love every part of you. The parts I don't like, I love. You get on my every last nerve but I love it. I love you." He says harshly.

My mind replays his words, looking for any wrongs that I possibly heard. This felt like a huge joke. I look around the room, checking for cameras or some shit. He loves me too? Vincent fucking Laurent loves me? The heartless bastard is capable of loving?

He storms across the room towards me. I take a step back, not knowing what to expect when he gets to me. I know he wasn't going to kill me or even hurt me but that doesn't mean he wouldn't make me pay.

We back into a wall and I gulp as I stare up at him, wondering what's going through his mind. He slams his fist right beside my head, making a loud sound. I turn my head to see a huge hole in the wall.

"You know how I felt? I come here to confess to the woman I love, only to see her with another guy." He hisses, running the rose down my body and over the curve of my breast.

I keep my head up, not letting my slight fear show, "You said you hated me."

"Lying isn't hard my love. Besides, that doesn't mean you don't belong to me." He shrugs, his eyes filled with rage.

"You're mine and you always will be until the day the world ends." He brings the thorn of the rose over my heart, "Understood?"

I feel the thorn digging into my skin, "Yes." I nod my head.

"Good." He said, dropping the rose on the ground. His hands hold my hips as he pulls me closer to him, my skin touching his. His minty breath fans my face and I blink, still refusing to believe him. My hands cup the side of his neck,

"You love me?" I ask, staring into his eyes. I still try to process it in my head. He loves me? All this for nothing? The bastard could've just said that and we could have avoided all this but I remember who I fell for.

Vincent Laurent. That man only had the words 'Shut up' in his vocabulary.

"More than anything." He rubs his thumb on my cheek.

I was well aware there was a dead body laying on my floor but I had other things on my mind right now. Priorities people, priorities.

"You shouldn't. We're rivals." I said. There's other reasons behind why he shouldn't. Reasons as to why I didn't want to be his first time even when I wanted him so bad.

A reason that would completely ruin everything.

"I know." He lets out a breath.

"Tell me not to kiss you." He whispers.

"Do- don't kiss me." I said with hesitation, knowing we probably shouldn't because of how the truce had come to an end. I took an unintentional step forward, closer to him.

"Mean it." He said, moving a strand of hair out my face as he leans in closer.

"I can't." I breathe out. No matter how hard I tried, in the end, I loved him. I had no right and I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't help it.

He dips his head to meet mine. His lips brush against mine. They're not all the way on mine yet but they're soft as far as I can tell. His minty breath fills my nostrils as his lips still hover over mine.