Khaos

Chapter Fifteen

Ronan Volkov

I don't stop after the first time he cums. 

I watch as his head tips all the way back onto the bed and he's breathing like he just ran a marathon. I smirk at his tired form. 

God, he really is perfect. 

I trial kisses up his body, lingering on his stomach. I take my time. He starts squirming and i can feel him growing hard again. "Well that was quick." He doesn't respond, just keeps panting. He lets out little moans and gasps at the feeling of my lips on his soft skin. 

Once i make it to his neck i make sure to spend a lot of time there. He's going to be mad when he sees the marks I left, but I don't care about that. I ignore that fact and continue to trail it up to his jaw, then to his lips. 

It only takes a couple seconds before he's kissing back. I smile into lips as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"You're a little slut for me, kotehok." I whisper when his hips starting moving against me again.

He pauses but continues rubbing against my dick. "I'm sure i can have you the same way." 

Suddenly the pants on me are a lot tighter, and there's no doubt he can.  

The things I'd let him do to me. I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop myself. 

"Turn over. To the side." I tell him.

"Hate to break it to you, but you're not getting any today, Lobo." 

"Wasn't planning on it." I tell him as I pull his up and twist him around. 

"What are you doing?" He questions. 

I only smirk at his cluelessness as i pull the blanket over us.

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He looks so content and peaceful when he's sleeping. His body is relaxed and he lets out little snores ever few minutes. It'd be annoying if I wasn't completely obsessed with everything that has to do with him. 

I look over his injuries making sure he's okay and not too bruised up. Carefully, i reach out, tracing the faint ugliness of the cut on his forehead with my fingertips. It's only a small wound, but it still bothers me. I check the marks on his wrist to see that its only a light red. 

Theres an undeniable sense of longing to be near him at ever moment, and a desire to protect him, to ensure his safety. I still can't believe i let myself hurt him even if it was just a little bit. Thats just more of a reason why I shouldn't be anywhere near him, but I can't bring myself to leave him alone. 

I can't help but wonder how we ended up here, entangled in a web of secrets and lies, each moment right with uncertainty. He's supposed to be the enemy—not that he knows—the one that meant to keep a arms length, and yet, despite y best intentions, i find myself drawn to him, unable to resist this strange pull.

I would've been fine getting shit on his father if I hadn't let him get so close to me. Not that we're real close or anything. Hell, we barely know each other despite being friends and roommates for the last couple of months. 

I guess I shouldn't just let myself sit here contemplating and sulking over things. Nik already got what he deserves which is hypocritical of me since I didn't get any shit for what i did to Khaos. 

God. He really is all I can think about. 

And its more than just a physical attraction. There's something about him, something that sets my heart racing and my mind spinning. 

I hate to admit it, but he's nearly always on my mind. Before him id have no issue doing my job. No issue betraying someone. No issue being a heartless bastard, but i just cant stand to be that with him. To him. 

With a sigh, I lean back in my chair, watching as he stirs in his sleep, a faint smile playing on his lips. Despite the uncertainty that lies ahead, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a belief that maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for redemption, for healing the wounds that divide us. But for now, all I can do is watch over him, silently vowing to protect him, even from the darkness that lurks within my own heart.

I already know I'm going to regret everything when it comes to Khaos.