Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Maniac

My body was itching way out of my control.

And my mind? My mind was shut down.

It was shut down the second he started cleaning.

I can't resist him.

Not when the man who never asks before destroying people is asking me.

The second my eyes landed on his lips in response, his lips met mine in an instant.

And I wasn't anticipating what followed.

He had my legs wrapped around him mid air as he took me in some other room, slamming the door shut.

His glacier eyes were withering like a storm as they met me.

He pinned me against the wall, brushing his lips against mine in a soft teasing bite. His hand went on my thigh in a grab.

I was running out of breath. My words came out on their own.

"You have a lot of patience for someone who is a terrorist, don't you?"

His storm eyes flung on me from my lips, making my knees go weak.

I didn't look away. I couldn't.

His hands traced further up my thigh, making me squirm in one slow death.

He hushed,

"You know Callie..."

His hands went further up, holding on the outline of my bodycon. I was hanging by a thread, about to lose my mind any second.

"Sometimes I wonder what it's like watching one of my disasters in slow motion."

His lips brushed against mine as he spoke, a paint brush dipped in sugar.

"My victims never enjoy it...you know.."

"You--"

His lips crashed mine. I tilted my head to give him more access, trembling as his body pressed against mine.

My mind screamed.

This is a mistake. This is a fucking mistake. He is a goddamn terrorist.

But it didn't feel like one. He didn't feel like one.

His lips massaged mine like an intricate artwork, not leaving anything behind, rather leaving me wanting more and more.

And man did it feel good.

His hands went from my thighs to my cheeks, leaving me with a burning hole as it did. He grabbed me even closer, the hardness of his chest and bottom...everything pressing against my curves...was making me lose my mind.

I clutched his shirt, gasping. His hand ran through my open hair, through the back of my exposed neck, sending goosebumps along the way. My heart was exploding. My knees couldn't stand itself.

How can a man this cold and cruel make me feel like this? How can he make me burn?

He slowed the kiss down, muttering in a deep, heavy voice. It wasn't anything honey like.

"Aren't you married to someone else..."

A surge of adrenaline rushed through my body. I grabbed his collar, attempting to shake it, but he didn't move an inch.

"Then stop."

His eyes flashed on me in between our kiss. The coldness in them was enough to freeze anyone to death, a pure contradiction to what was he was doing to my body.

His hand went on my back, fiddling with the zipper instead. I looked up at him, breathing heavily.

"Do you want me to stop?"