Dead Girls Don't Run ✔️

12 | I Don't Make Friends

My eyes close of their own accord as his lips seal to mine, stealing the breath in my lungs like it's his to take.

My hands come up, settling on his shoulders, nails digging in through the fabric.

He grunts, biting my lips in retaliation.

I wrench my lips back; breathing out harshly.

"We shouldn't be doing this." I say but make no move to back away.

"Oh, I think this is exactly what we should be doing."

His hands fall onto my hips, fingers digging into the fleshy part of my waist, before he's back to kissing me, taking and taking from me like I'm a fountain and he's a man dying of thirst.

The creature inside writhes and twists, shoving at the mental chain I have it locked in.

Malachis fingers slip under the fabric of my shirt and I tense for only a moment before the circling of his thumb has me relaxing back into the door.

"What do you want, babygirl?" He murmurs against my lips, nipping at the bottom one. His hand comes up, clutching at my jaw so he can move my face whatever way he wants.

I groan at the contact, at the way he moves my body to his liking. Not use to the way my body is reacting to him.

His bites my lip harshly in retaliation when I don't answer straight away.

"I don't know." I say truthfully, because I don't know what I want from him. I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know why I'm letting this happen.

Yes I want to take back control but with the guy who held a knife to my throat, one who so obviously is buried in the life I'm trying to leave behind?

Colton would kill me if he knew. Kill us. The thought has a thrill racing through me.

He made it very clear what would happen if I was to ever share my body with another, if I was to ever just kiss someone.

So fuck him and fuck his archaic rules.

I can kiss whoever the hell I want to and god do I want to continue kissing Malachi.

He pulls back, staring into my eyes and I feel his hand tighten on my hip.

He looks down to where it settles on my skin and I follow his gaze, riveted as we both watch his hand slip towards the buttons at my jeans.

He pops the button free and waits a second.

When I don't say anything, he moves to slowly pull the zip down.

Glancing back up, I find his eyes on me once more, asking a question that he hasn't voiced yet.

I nod, almost imperceptibly, my heart thumping away behind the cage of my ribs as his hand slips beneath my jeans and panties, pad of his fingers finding my centre quickly.

His blue eyes are steady on mine as he circles my clit with his thumb, fingers pumping in and out of me.

A soft moan escapes me and I catch it in my throat, not wanting anyone outside the closet to hear me, or us.

Malac has no such qualms as he pumps harder, his other hand coming to curl around my throat, thumb placed gently against my pulse.

My hand flinches up to remove his hand but I stop, not feeling any familiar trauma creep its way in, not feeling anything but lust and a little bit of reckless danger in the air.

Malachi leans forward, unaware of my internal thoughts, lips skimming mine as he whispers.

"I want Kade and Killian to be able to hear you screaming my name." He nips me before smashing his lips against mine like he's trying to punish me for something.