Because Of Her.

44 | Bold and Wild.

Songs for this chapter :

Vibez by Zayn

Wish You're Sober by Conan Gray (This song hits different when you really listen to it and understand each and every lyric and then read this chapter. It just fits so perfect for them, for their situation.)

E V A N N A

Anger mix with alcohol is not a combination I would recommend to anyone. When I was in club, I was feeling so carefree so confident, so sexy and so happy but right now in this car with Liam underneath me. I am feeling rage, anger, uncertainty and—sexiness is still here but with uncomfortableness in my own skin due to how hot I am feeling with the anger pumping in my veins for this unknown girl.

He told me he doesn't want to kiss me because of this girl he obviously cares about since he is not willing to kiss me for her.

Who the fuck is she?

And that bitch...how come I don't know about her?

I thought it was Selena; the person who is holding him back in kissing me but no there's a girl—a whole new girl who I don't know about.

Why do I have to have feelings for a manwhore?

"I don't fucking care if she hates you or not." I can't control my emotion as I start. "You kiss me right now or I am..."

"You're what?" He quirks his eyebrow making me grit my teeth.

"I will take it on my own." I surprise both of us by saying that and by now I am not even worried about how desperate I may look to him. For all I care, this is the most determined and positive I feel throughout the night.

"I'd like to see that." He seems chill when he speaks as if he knows I won't do anything— that my words are empty and it irks me.

Before I know my fingers find his hairs and I tilt his head to side to capture the glistening skin on his neck. I place my lips on his hot sweaty skin and part them before sucking on his pulsating neck. I work my way on his throat pulling out his Adam's apple with my teeth which is bobbling telling me it is affecting him.

I use my lips to capture his protruding part of throat and sucks on it as if it's a candy, feeling how it moves between my lips and the hitch in his breath that sounds music to my ears. I rock my hips on him, the tight material not giving me enough space to move that freely still I know I have got the advantage.

If I just feel him, hear his moans I will have him putty in my hands.

I tug at the root of his hairs just the way he likes while grinding on him and reach his ear. "Tell me does she pull your hairs like this? Does she know how it turns you on?"

He seems shocked to hear those words from me and by now I am sure my hormones are taking over my mouth.

"Tell me Liam?" I coo and slide my hand so slowly, creating goosebumps in its wake.

"She knows." He manages to answer and I feel jealousy stirring in me in a way I want to compete with this stupid girl.

"I'm sure she doesn't know the way I could turn you on with just by my hips. You like seeing me in tight jeans don't you Liam?" I look at his eyes which are black from being dilated and they're honed on me.

"Tell me how you felt when I was up on that counter—dancing, the way I used my hips. Did you like them in this dress?" I put his hands around my behind and he almost choke when I move them.