Forbidden

Chapter twenty

Besides feeling completely shocked and embarrassed, I feel so dizzy. As he keeps kissing me in this dominant way with a passionate hint, I'm burning from his touch, my neck heats and my cheeks flamed. I'm panting but his lips don't leave place to breathe anything but him. Fast and hard turned the kiss, his tongue cunningly pushed past my lips to make his way to my mouth, exploring it quite eagerly. Then he turns his head to the side to deepen the touch of our mouths, gliding his tongue slow now, I sigh heavily trying to copy him. The way I'm laying on his hands and the rain is falling on us from the broken shade of this stand I have never felt something like this, it's so freeing and I'm cold, he is the sizzling heat.

One of my hand is fisting his shirt as the other is touching his neck where I feel his pulse quicken under my cold fingertips while I lightly stroke my hand over there. He lifts his lips to bring them over mine again, swiping his tongue on my upper lip then the fullness of his lips wrapped on my upper lip. I whimper rather loudly when he began to suck heavily. If it weren't for him holding me like this my legs would have given out.
To return the way he enjoys when he heard my whimper, lips out stretched to a cocky smirk, I bite down his bottom lip. That makes him groan, the hand on my lower back squeezes me there, pulling me closer if possible, our cold wet clothes ruffled on one another. Eventually his tongue finds mine again, and after he kissed me furiously for a few moments, I felt as if he was growing very aggressive now, hidden ferocity is in his actions but I don't think it's aimed towards me... more towards himself.

When he pulls away he pecks me a few times, making me blink stunned every time he leans for it.

Then we look at each other, his forehead dropped onto mine. It's a glinting stare, some black flecks I hadn't noticed earlier were on his hazel eyes. Slowly he pulls me up, sighing as he's holding me still.

"Why did you do it?" I find myself ask the same question he had made me without thinking. My voice is heavy and thick, filled with fragility and innocence that he keeps taking away from me. Eyes welling up with tears I blink.

"I had to." he mumbled, biting on his bottom lip. "There were a lot of cops surrounding the area." he added nonchalantly with a husky voice then looked up and to the side to check if we're safe, still not letting me go. That however didn't bother me anymore. All I wanted was to be left alone and be far, far away from him.

"Then don't touch me." I whisper hurt. I don't want him to touch me.

Our eyes lock when his head snaps to me after hearing the cracking tone of my voice, again I see something more than emptiness in his eyes. It scares me, I feel feeble under his stare that in a way conjectures me with a pulling desire as if he was trying to lure me in.

"It doesn't feel nice to be used this way does it?" he asked softly like he knew what I was feeling. But the truth is I don't know myself. Yes I felt used but I hadn't stopped him either.

So this is his revenge for that night I kissed him then... how despicable can someone be?

I find myself sob, humiliating tears running down as I lean my head to his shoulder. He's decent enough not to humiliate me further by saying that I had willingly kissed him back. He's decent enough not to point out the way my tears roll now constantly. And he's decent enough to hold me while I'm at my weakest, that I need human warmness which he gives me while I'm crying on his chest now. He knows that I'm confused and hate myself yet he doesn't say another word as he carries me bridal style for half an hour until we arrive at his black Maserati putting me on the seat.

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Back at his house he doesn't leave me alone as I thought he would. We walk steadily upstairs our feet leaving wet prints behind, I was shivering badly but the house is warm.