KILL ME SOFTLY

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It was reckless. Rash. His lips on mine.

It was pointless to say It was gentle. As his kiss was hungry, and torturous and angry. His kiss was dominating, and as he swept his tongue along my bottom lip and I gasped, and bit his In return.

I wasn't sure if this was madness or the liquor I'd drank, that made me pull closer. To cross a line that made me feel as if I was mad.

I hated him, I hated the way he acted and talked and everything he's ever done. I hated how he looked at me and how I burned when he did it. I hated his lies and his secrecy and his words that had secrets and hidden meanings. I hated that No matter how hard I tried to pretend he was nothing, He made me burn.

He smirked against me, as if he was amused by my abrasiveness. Enthralled by my touch.

Maybe killing that guy made me crazy. Maybe I wanted a taste of who I was before him. The me I was before him would kiss a man like him and not care.

I wasn't sure what I was doing, his blood still on my hands as I wound my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He stiffened for a second, as my hands moved over the back of his neck, the feeling of the jagged scars under the tips of my fingers. His body stiffening, he gripped my arms and pinned them up and above my head. Almost to keep my hands away. 

His aversion of touch, and need for control made me want only to run my hands along him, and make him shutter at the loss of power.

He tasted like scotch, and mint. His kiss was tempting, inviting, sinful.

With a frown, I ripped my hands from his restraint. Another smirk tainting his lips.

For a moment I forgot who we were, and where we are. Forgetting his blood and his bandages side and how despite being stabbed no less than thirty minutes ago, he harboured the strength to be able to tear me to shreds.

His kiss was stripping me bare, and I shuttered at that feeling.

He held me so close, I felt as if I'd explode. His body on mine, impossibly near. My chest, pressing hard against his, his body laid between my legs that rested on either side of his hips.

The energy that radiated in me made me intoxicated. His anger and his fury melting into me and magnified my own.

God I knew he hated me. He hated me, yet didn't seem to be able to stop or keep away.

Unknowingly it seemed, he ran his hands along the scared lines on my thighs, almost tracing them, and making me gasp and break the kiss, my hands gripping onto his shoulders again.

"Fuck syn." He hissed, as His eyes now the colour of hellfire, stared down at me. My lungs burned as if starving for oxygen.

He looked starving.

Elias. Maybe I was too.

But this was it. This was what happened before. This is what happened with him.

I pretend he wasn't as bad. Wasn't as selfish. Wasn't as cruel. I gave my trust, and I lost everything I was.

I stared at him, just for a moment, at his face and his eyes and how they stared back into mine like they saw something inside them.

Then With my hand, I put pressure on his side and he growled and sat up, just enough so I could move out from under him. "Syn." He growled, attempting to catch me and pull me back.

Yet I stood fast, and when he fail his hand wrapped his side and he smiled as he breathed heavily and sat up, his back against the cushions. "Do not pretend you didn't kiss me back."

"I'm not your thing to play with when you are bored." I said forcibly, pulling the strap of my dress back up onto my shoulder, and pulling my dress down from where it bunched Around my hips. "Find someone else."

"I'm not bored." He told me. "And I'd much rather play with you."

"You are unbelievable." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Call one of your whores to fuck and leave me alone."I said with a scrunch of my face. His head craning to the side.

"Does me fucking other woman bother you demon?"he purred. And I couldn't help but imagine him on top of someone else.

With a shiver I pushed the pit in my stomach down, while kicking off my heels, and tearing down my stalkings."We aren't actually married. We aren't together Elias. We aren't someone happy couple. You can do whatever the hell you want."

His eyes narrowed at my words, fists clenching In anger at my words.

"I suggest that you go into your room Syn." He told me, as he stood up and rolled out his shoulders. "Before I rip that fucking dress off of you."

"you have no chance of getting under my dress." I said, as turned towards my bedroom door, my heart pounding, and with a smile I zipped down the back halfway as I walked into my room.

I wondered if he'd take that as a challenge.

And, as I walked up towards my bed, I heard him close behind me. He waited a second, not a moment more, before I felt the touch of his breath on my shoulder, and the sound of my zipper trailing down the rest of the way.

"You are very difficult." He told me, as I adjusted my stance, and stared forward. "Yet All I do is think about what you might taste like. And how much I can't stand the idea of anyone else, ever getting to know."

"do these kind of tactics usually work for you?" I smirked with a scoff, just as his lips traced my shoulder and a chill went up my spine.

"Tactics?" He questioned with a smile on his lips.

"I'm not interested in being one of your 'emotionless sex' girls."

My lipstick stain on his lips.

"When my head is between your legs." He said to me, as his hand rose up the front my thigh to the back of my open dress, his thumb tracing my spine. "I will show you exactly how I feel about you." He told me as he spun me on around.

tipping my head back, as I ran my hands down his neck, and shoulder and arms. His body tightening, eyes lowering with my hands.

My heart beat heavy in my chest.

"you are making me wish I let him kill you." I said, stepping away from him.

"You are a very interesting fake wife." He said, and I looked at him. "And The most difficult."

"oh so this isn't your first fake marriage?" I said rolling my eyes and backing off of him, and he narrowed his eyes.

"if I didn't need to get married to you Syn, I wouldn't have."

The smirk on my face fell, and my eyes turned into slits. "My life would have been better off if you didn't." I said as I sat on the bed and removed my shoes.

"With the coke and heroine you did in your shit apartment?" He said.

"I see why you had to fake a marriage, because no woman would ever be able to love a man like you."

"I see why your ex husband divorced you." He hissed. "Your fucking insufferable."

My eyes widened, and a pit in my chest ripped open.

I stared daggers at him, for just a moment, and I saw he was waiting for me to spit acid back. To respond.

"When this is all over Elias." I said, shaking my head and quieting my voice and standing up. Taking steps towards him, until he was backing up towards the door. "I hope you get what you wanted from me." I said, pushing him back and closing the door.