BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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Presence
"After this, we talk," Kian mutters as his lips meet mine once again. I know we should talk, I also know he's probably furious. "Are you angry?" I hate how quiet my voice is as Kian hovers over me. His gaze meets mine and it gives nothing away. Kian Bliss has always been calculated, he gives nothing away, at least that hasn't changed in the past five months.
But Kian's changed, five months is a long time, especially when I was on the run from the New York Famille. "You left me," Kian comments in between kisses, his lips traveling down my neck to create another mark. "And now I'm home," I whisper the truth, Kian Bliss is my home, always has been. "Five months, Elizabeth," Kian states the obvious and the sudden formality hurts. Elizabeth, he knows I hate it, that's why he's used it.
"I know," I say to him with a straight face, I'm aware of how long it's been. Doesn't he realise that I've been in as much pain as him? "Five long fucking months, Elizabeth," my body is pinned under his as he speaks harshly. The truth is harsh, I understand that. "Then why didn't you come get me?" I dare to ask the question I've thought about a million times. If what Sofia and Andrew said was true, why didn't he come to drag me back home? I would of gone happily, he must know that.
When I look at him my stare is no longer filled with hate, his might be. Kian watches me as if I'll break before him.
"I don't owe you an explanation," Kian admits and his words can't help but sing. "I'd like one," I say as if that'll change his opinion. As our gazes lock it brings me back to the first time we saw each other after the betrayal, me still being in love with him, and Kian feeling only hate. "I don't care what you'd like, remember the note you left me?" Kian questions with a smirk, "I remember it all too well," he confesses before he begins reciting the worst decision I made.
"I wonder how long it will take you to find me this time?" Kian states with a smirk, "a week? No," the playfulness returning but I know he's everything but. Kian's being deadly serious, I betrayed him. "Good luck, husband," he finishes it off with a smile before kissing me again. The kiss is unlike before, this time it's rough, and I should push him away as my hands rest on his chest. "How do you think it felt to return to find my wife gone?" Kian asks with a dangerous smile, everything about him is dangerous.
"It didn't feel great," Kian whispers as his lips hover over my ear, "I immediately assumed The West or Chicago took you," Kian confesses as his hand wraps around the base of my throat, but not enough to mark or harm me. "Your fathers dead," and the words I never imagined leaves the mouth of my lover. The room goes silent and it takes everything in me not to break. My father's dead, hence why I've heard nothing from him.
"It was you, wasn't it?" I dare to ask, Kian stays emotionless as he hovers above me. I know his answer before he even speaks, "I promised myself long ago that I would kill him for hurting you," Kian confesses and I can't help when my heart beats quicker. "Did he say anything, about me?" The question gets asked, I shouldn't care about my father's death, I know that. He wasn't a good man, hell, he wasn't even a good father, especially after losing my mom.
