𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺

CHAPTER 34

Kalila

A soft moan came out of me, as his wet tongue moved inside of me. His hands were still on my thighs. My heart was bumping loudly, as he sticks his tounge out again and began to lick.

Oh fuck.

"So innocent, yet so wet for me", he whispered as he turned me around and slided his tongue inside of my mouth, letting me taste myself in him. It wasn't a sweet little kiss, it was a rough, harsh kiss. Why am I suprised? It's Jay. I bet he already fucked the whole town.

Innocent little girls shouldn't let themselves into boys like him. It's true. But I was never innocent, and definitely never one of his little girls. I wanted him to know that. That he wasn't the one who was in controlling.

I digged my teeth hard into his flesh and he groaned in pain, as I put my slip up again with fast hand movements.

I have a plan.

"Oh fuck", he groans as if the pain turned him more on. His lips were bloody and he wiped it away with his thumb, acknowledging what I had done. There was something in his eyes that screamed hunger. He pressed his lips onto mine again, the metallic taste getting into my mouth. "Taste what you've done", Jay mumbled into the lustful kiss.

My hands find his chest, moving down to his pants. My fingertips were trembling. I know that it was there. He told me. And he's an idiot for trusting me. As my hands found the right place, I pulled the hard metal out and pointed it at his chest.

Jay's body stiffed as he felt it. He stopped and looked down at him. His own gun was pointing directly at his chest.

"Checkmate Harrington", I whispered and loaded the gun. He wasn't the one playing, I was. And I don't fucking care how fast my heart was bumping when he was around and how he influenced all my feelings in a second. I am never a person who reacts to their own feelings.

I am much worse than everybody thought.

Jay looked at the gun again and then his gaze locked into mine. He smirked. Jay really smirked. As if I'm holding a stuffed animal in my hands, he looked amused. I held up the gun and he pressed his forehead against it, while licking his lips.

His hard erection was pressing against my stomach. "You always get a chance to amaze me, archangel", Jay mumbled under his breath. His hands were on me, a warm touch. I pressed my lips together and he leaned even more forward. "But you forgot something..", he continues.

"You forgot who I was, Kalila. I am nothing like the version you think I am. Like the version you created. You may think you're worse, but remember", Jay pauses and helds up his right hand that was formed into a fist.

I looked at his hand and then at his face. From this close, I could recognize little scars. One beneath his jaw, a small one above his left eyebrow and a tiny one next to his lips. And his brown eyes. Fuck, those eyes did it to me.

"I am always one step ahead. Always."

And with that, he opened his right hand that was formed into a tight fist and bullets fell onto the ground, making loud noises, rolling over the whole ground beneath us. Gold colored bullets. I gripped his gun tight as they spread onto the floor.

Motherfucker.

Jay pinned me against the wall with fast movements. His lips nearly touched mine again. Fuck, I should've known that he knew it all along. "What does this say about you? That it's the first time you got humbled?", his voice was raspy and calm. I looked up at him, slowly looking down at his lips and then focusing on his eyes again. It worked. It always worked.

"You're right, but..", I spoke loudly and Jay waited for me to continue. "..you underestimated me too, Jay. I am to much more capable."

His eyebrows lifted but went down again when he felt the stinging pain. I had kicked him hard between his legs. Jay clenched his jaw as he let go and groaned, and I took the chance to open the door behind me and ran out.

Fuck, where to go?

I have to be honest, our little games are starting to entertain me. Every single rush of adrenaline I get, I enjoy. This feeling is better than any other I felt, besides his warm tongue inside of my cunt. It's something you can't describe, yet I am addicted to it.

Addicted to our nights together.

I ran down the streets barefoot and with nothing on except my slip and a cropped t-shirt. How lovely. The air blew my hair into my face and I had a hard time seeing where I was going. The streetlights were dimmed and there were no people. I didn't dare to turn around. I know Jay Harrington. He is stubborn. He is careless. And he doesn't stop until he's finished.

I ran into bushes, my skin getting cut because of the sharp thorns and my shirt getting ripped. The grass beneath me tells me that I was almost there. The forest.

I knew the forest by heart. Me and my sister used to play here all the time when we were young. One of our favorite games to play were hide and seek and I always had won. I sprinted further into the forest, trying to dodge every stone and broken branches that lied on my way. I am not that stupid to just run straight. I turned left, ran through more bushes and stepped on hard stones.

Jay might be stronger than me, but not faster. I used to go on running competition's all the time. I loved running. It felt like finally letting go of something. That's why I didn't need to take a break every minute. I hid behind a big tree, as my chest was going fast. I pressed my hands on my mouth to not make any loud breathing sounds.

No matter how fast I was, I shouldn't rely on it. It would be stupid to rely on something you hadn't done in months anymore. I looked up, and almost couldn't see the sky anymore because of the many tall trees.

After some minutes, I quietly slumped back against the tree behind me and closed my eyes to calm my breathing down. As I opened them again, I looked down at my arms. I couldn't see much because of the darkness, but I could feel the pain. It felt like many small needles pressing against your skin. 

I wiped away the dirt on my face. If I would be right, it would take Harrington only 2 more minutes to be here. I needed to go deeper and hide.

Crack.

I flinched. Someone stepped on a broken branch not so far away from my hiding spot.

Crack.

Another sound. But getting more closer. Too close.

Crack.

"Run. If I catch you, you have to pay with your wet cunt."

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