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14 | Vincent Kovak

"𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩...𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠..."

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐲

She grabs her trainer and throws it at me, I dodge it just in time before grabbing it and throwing it out the window. "Fuck you." She smacks me with another one.

"Stop it Clara!" 

"Leave me alone!" She stands on the opposite side of the bed, grabbing the telephone and throws it at me. 

"Enough!" She grabs my trainer from the open suitcase and darts it at me. 

I slide out my gun before aiming it at her, her eyes project and she makes her way to me. "What are you going to do Vincent? Shoot me?" She takes a step forward, the gun pressing against her forehead. "Do it."

I throw the gun to the side, grabbing her throat before kissing her.

She pushes me back, slaps me across my face before glancing up at me.

"I hate you," she spits out, the venom in her words matched by the intensity in her eyes. I've always had an aversion to blue eyes; they disgust me, make my skin crawl.

But hers?

Hers does the opposite. They're captivating, enchanting, and they manage to soften my anger while simultaneously fueling my frustration. The way she uses those eyes infuriates me, how she can hold me captive with just a gaze.

I pressed her against the wall, our breaths heavy with the tumultuous emotions that had defined our relationship. Clara's blue eyes bore into mine, a mixture of anger and desire swirling within them, mirroring my own inner conflict. We had danced on the precipice of love and hate for far too long, and it was time to see which side would win tonight.

Our lips crashed together with a fierce intensity, a war of passion and anger. She bit my lower lip, hard, drawing blood, and I groaned, my grip on her tightening.

Clara pushed me away, her eyes smoldering with defiance, but she didn't stop. She pulled me back to her, the push and pull of our emotions adding fuel to the fire.

Her fingers push down my blazer, throwing it to the side as I rip her shirt-the buttons flying in different directions. Her white laced bra covering only bits of her brown nipples, she undoes my shirt and lifts it over my head.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of pain and pleasure in their wake. I captured her lips once more, determined to conquer her even as I surrendered to the magnetic pull between us. We fought for dominance, neither willing to yield.

Our kisses grew more demanding, filled with longing and a hint of desperation. Love and hate collided with every touch, every fiery connection, as if our very souls were battling for supremacy. I couldn't decide if I wanted to consume her or let her consume me, but in that moment, it didn't matter.

I lift her up, her legs wrap around my waist as I rest her on the desk of the hotel, she undoes my belt whilst I step back to slide of her trousers.

Her fingers clenched in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she could fuse our souls together through this tumultuous kiss. I kissed her harder, a silent demand for something more, something deeper.

I push my fingers into her mouth before dipping it down and rubbing it over her white thong, she gasps, arching her back as she digs her nails into my shoulders. I rub her clit, and her body responds-she likes it.