Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 40

Once I got into the room, I had shut the door behind us. We decided to keep the light off and immediately I felt this sense of needing to get every horrible ounce of anger out of my system. And Marcie pulled me close to her and she had her eyes filled with lust and desire while I wondered for a second if I was making the worst thing I might regret.

   We went over to the bed and she pushed me down and my body slammed down on the bed and she had crawled on top of me, straddling me down. And she had brought her lips to my neck, and it obviously didn't feel right. I kept having pictures and images in my head of Emma. And for a minute I saw Emma on top of me and not Marcie. So I kissed her, seeing her as Emma. And in order to see Emma's face I kissed her, and our kisses became so intense.

I didn't see Marcie who I was kissing. I saw Emma. In my mind I saw her and I kept her that way in my head. And I was completely on my mind with Emma. I allowed her press her lips from my mouth to my jaw to my neck that it got me to moan, and I was still seeing Emma. But when I thought of the idea of myself not kissing Emma, because all of this felt different. But then, I didn't care because Emma was off taking pictures with Matt like we were obviously nothing. And to be honest, I was doing exactly what I think is right. And I actually don't care.

   So I kissed Marcie, wanting to hurt Emma so badly. I wanted to make her jealous. I wanted her to feel how I'm feeling. I was drunk, and not caring because I was on cloud nine right now. Marcie had taken my jacket off throwing it on the ground. And she kissed me with no passion but a lot of lust. This is the obvious hookups that I was always used to and I haven't done hookups like this since I was seventeen. And here I am doing it now at twenty years old.

She had helped me take my shirt off. And her lips came onto my torso, and she made a pattern of kisses down my torso. I wanted to enjoy it. But I obviously couldn't because it wasn't Emma. It was some stranger and it was just not enough. So I immediately couldn't. And Marcie looked up at me and I couldn't handle this another minute.

She was on top of me, and she left kisses on the crook of my neck and with every touch and everything she was doing it kept bringing me into flashes of images in my head of Emma. So I knew I couldn't continue this. One night stands and hookups isn't even my thing anymore. I was completely lost in the dark.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I yelled at her, pushing her away from me and she was straddling me and she looked right at me so frightened but very confused.

"Why? What's wrong? Isn't this nice?" Marcie asked me, and she tried to go back to what she was doing.

"I said no!" I yelled again. "I just can't do this. Not with you or anybody."

Marcie scoffed at me as if she didn't believe me. She leaned closer to me and she was completely tempted to continue this, even though I wanted nothing to do with her. She's not Emma, so I can't do it.

"Christopher, she doesn't love you. She dumped you, remember?" Marcie tried convincing me to do anything than to mope about Emma.

"You don't know her like I do." I shook my head at her.

"I know that she completely broke you. Or else you wouldn't be in this room trying to fuck me." Marcie turned her head away, laughing so loudly she sounded ridiculous.

"Your not her." I growled softly at her.

"Forget that bitch. And fuck me instead. Because for tonight, I'm all yours." Marcie smiled, in spite being in the dark.

The room had a aesthetic lighting to the darkness so silhouettes of ourselves were seen. And it felt like I was in a movie scene. And of course, Marcie had moved her lips down on my chest and down my torso.