𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 |𝟏𝟖+

30 || Rather Die

Her lips press to mine, they instantly begin moving along mine and as if that isn't enough to piss off her father, she pushes her tongue into my mouth with an over exaggerated moan.

Every cell in my body is fighting the urge to pull away from her wandering tongue, one I don't want in my mouth. While the other part of me grows angry from her ambush.

I kissed her, she didn't get to kiss me.

But it seems as though my lack of response angers her for the next thing I know, she's pulling back slightly, taking the warmth of her mouth against mine away. "What the fuck are you doing?" Her low, annoyed murmur floats into my mouth, "Kiss me back."

"Shut up," I snap, yet despite myself, I grasp her neck beneath my palm, and pull her back into me, and for appearances sake, kiss her back.

I hate every second of it.

The way her lips smash against mine, the rhythm in which her breaths turn into short sighs and ragged pants. The way every curve in this tight little black dress molds to my front.

And then there's the taste of her.

Sweet.

Public displays of trashy intimacy were hardly good for my image, especially with someone like her. Yet here I stand, swapping saliva, voluntarily. Tasing her as though I'm starved and deprived.

I'm not.

In fact I don't want this woman in the slightest. I'd never craved to kiss anyone, let alone someone I hate.

But what I grow to hate even more is when she pulls away to catch her breath.

"Get a room!" Someone calls before a group of scrawny boys who barely look like men all begin to chuckle. I merely glance at Silvio's son laughing with his friends.

He sombers up instantly, before seeming to growing uncomfortable under my stare. I don't stop looking at him, finding comfort in how stressed he begins to get, that is until a small hand takes ahold of mine, dragging my attention back to dark silky hair, green eyes and smeared red lips. "I actually have one upstairs. Let's go, Addie-"

"Enough, Celina." Silvio looks mere seconds from a heart attack while his voice rises, earning the attention of people nearby.

As though shuffling to his rescue in fear of drawing more attention to himself, Silvio's wife rushes up to his side, and grabs his arm in an to calm him while her face flushes a bright pink.

"You're right. I'm sorry." My soon to be wife says earnestly, her voice soft, innocent. "I'll just wait till we get home before letting him fuck me."

"Jesus, Celina." Silvio acts as nothing but a doting father, one who was paying for all lies that finally caught up to him. Sadly for him, but lucky for me, his daughter wasn't so forgiving. "Why are you both here?"

The woman who I now realize is still holding my hand, and still pressed into me goes slightly rigid. He didn't know I was here already, meaning that she's made the connection and realized that whatever business I had here wasn't for him.

Silvio was low hanging fruit- yet another person I was using to achieve my goal.

I wasn't here for him.