My Darkest Love

Chapter 35

I waited patiently at the door fidgeting with my hand. Micah was finishing up putting on his outfit for the party. I had thrown on some black skinny jeans and a red chaser hoodie. I decided on the converse shoes which were in some serious need of fixing. Another time another day for that problem. My phone in my pocket buzzed and part of me didn't even want to answer it because knowing it could be Malachi didn't set right with me. Micah stepped out of his room and presented himself. "How do I look?"

I blushed and ran a hand through my curly gelled up hair. "You look hot."

Micah chuckled and noticed the now boner I had which only made me redder in the face. "I'm so sorry..."

Micah approached me and pinned me against the doorframe. "For what?" His breath hitting my neck as he inched closer until I felt him pressed his entire body against mine. "Finding me irresistible?"

"Mi.cah.." My eyes followed his until they closed and moaned softly at the immediate grasp of my member through my jeans. 

"Let's go.: Micah kissed my cheek and let go of me. Only I wished he didn't. I brushed off my clothes and picked up my pace after him. 

The car ride was anxiety filling as we turned corners to Malachi and Michelle's home. The huge three-story red picket fenced home that was bombarded with teens and party supplies everywhere. I sunk into my seat and groaned covering my face with the hood. "You okay?" Micah asked me. 

"Yeah.."

Micha parked the car and we both exited and immediately girls ran up to us and dragged Micah off. "It's okay!" I shouted at him as he could tell I didn't want to be alone. Thankfully Miles was in the front yard chugging down beer from a red solo cup. "Hey!"

Miles waved at me as he tossed the cup into the yard. He was stumbling already, and it made me feel uneasy. "YOOOO BRO! This party is lit as fuck." 

"How is there beer at a sixteen-year old's party?"

"Their parents are super chill man." Miles took my hand and pulled us towards the beer pong table. I watched him fail many times to get the ping pong ball into the opponent's cup. "I'm going to go inside for a minute and grab something to eat." Miles was completely buzzed and trying to focus hard on the game. I patted his back and left to go inside. Music was blaring loudly as I entered the front door. Girls and boys shoving into one another as they danced to the most sexual songs. I found my way through the house into the once kitchen I sat at. The memories flooding in and I hated it. I distracted myself by pouring myself a cup of jungle juice. 

"Well look who it is?" I dropped my cup on the floor completely frozen in place. I turned around and saw Malachi standing behind me with a ripped band t-shirt that had no sleeves. His shredded leather pants that had a glistening white belt around the waist. He had a toothpick sticking from his mouth. 

"Nothing to say?" He tilted his head at me. 

"Hi."

"Just hi?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"How about thank you Malachi for the flowers?"

I shoved past him, but he took ahold of my arm and dragged me off to a closed off room of the first floor. He shut the door behind us, and it threw me off guard. "What are you doing? Let me out."

"We need to have a serious talk."

"There is nothing to talk about. We are nothing and that's it. Now let me go."

"Luca, you obviously are using Micah as a crutch because you can't stop thinking about me."

I slapped him across the face so hard you could hear it from across the house. Malachi licked at his now busted lip and chuckled. "Guess we have to do this the hard way."

"Fuck off!" I shoved him as hard as I could to get him to back away from the door. To my misfortune he was a lot stronger than me. Malachi pinned my arms down and held them behind my back as his lips grazed my nape. A cold shiver ran down my back as I fought hard to dislike it. 

"Prove to me you hate me."

I grunted as I fought for him to release me. Again, he was stronger, and it wasn't working. "Let me go!"

Malachi spun me around and pressed his lips against mine. I took the opportunity to bite him and this time, I tasted the blood from his lip.  

"You are pushing buttons Luca."

"Good. I hope I am."

We both just stared at each other as the room filled with all kinds of emotions. Anger, pain, and most importantly lust. Whatever witchy power he had over me, I couldn't lie to myself forever. He made my insides ache to be touched. "You're a piece of shit Malachi." I slammed him against the door and our lips meshed together. A tear running down my face as I ultimately betrayed Micah. But it was only a kiss. I backed away and wiped my face. "I'm done. I want nothing more. I already fucked up."

"You say that but we both know that's not true."

That was the final words spoken before my clothes were tossed aside. I stood naked in front of him as I felt my cheeks flush. Malachi smirked and knew the chain he placed on me was tightly pulled. Malachi kissed me roughly and picked me up, his hands firmly placed on my ass as he thrusted inside me. My back on the door so nobody could come in. I had tugged on his hair as I moaned in his ear.