MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(XXVI)

With my arms crossed, I analyze Malia, with her hands behind her back, looking at me deadly, but so innocent at the same time.

- What does it cost you to leave me alone?

- her words come out bitter, and I laugh, approaching her.

- Malia, understand that as long as I exist, you won't get rid of it so easily - I say, crouching in front of her, since she's sitting on the edge of the bed.

- You're a son of a bitch, a fucked up psychopath! - she throws the words in my face, then turning her face.

Your words don't affect me at all, I know I'm a cold-blooded psychopath, but I don't take the lives of the innocent.

Only those who deserve to know hell.

- What are you so afraid of? To find out the rest of the truth? Or that I put an end to your father? - I tilt my head to the side, resting my hands on her legs.

- why do you want to kill my father so much? - she turns around, looking at me with curiosity.

- because he's disgusting, Malia! When will you remember all the times he took advantage of you? And besides, he pretended to join the United States police to help our families, but what did he do? He killed my father to try to get power! - I say, keeping my voice calm, getting up, making her follow me with her eyes.

- so the memories are true

- she whispers, lowering her face, sighing.

- Yes, they are, but you're not prepared for that - sigh, running my hand through her hair.

- I don't care if you're going to kill him, as long as you leave me alone - she says, in a serious tone, making me look at her.

- I can't, I can't - I say, feeling a strange feeling hit me. - I really wish I could keep you away, but anyway you're connected to me - I confess, seeing her get up.

- this won't take us anywhere, you can never stay with me, you're a teacher, and I'm a mere student - she says, fixing her gaze on mine.

- and who said I care about that? - I let out a humorless laugh, taking a step forward, feeling the heat of her body. - I wouldn't care if I needed to throw everything up, kill whoever it goes, or stay years behind bars just to have you by my side - I say, noticing that she swallows dry.

- your lying fucking well, Cantrall

- she sighs, giving a slight smile. - but I don't believe you, now let me go - she asks, turning her face to the other side.

So complicated.

- I'm not in the mood - I say, turning her face. - you seem to be so innocent - I run my fingers over her skin, noticing that the red lipstick is blurred, reminding me of Dylan.

- don't bother, you're not the only one who can ruin the reputation - she says, in a debauched way, smiling sideways.

- Hmm? I don't care, but you'll be punished for that - whisper, close to her mouth.

-I'm already stuck, that's enough - she says, low, tilting her head back while I go down sniffing the sweet smell of your perfume.

- Do you really think that's enough for me? - I ask, with my voice muffled because I'm against her skin.

I move away from her neck, looking into her eyes, seeing her fight against desire. I look down at her body, seeing her short white dress I hope it falls, so tight that her breasts gain more volume.

The fake tattoo on her left chest makes me smile, wondering if Malia would have the courage to make a real one.

- it made you much more attractive - I circle the tattoo with my fingers, feeling Malia give a slight spasm.

Malia doesn't say anything, but I notice when her breath weighs and her chest rises and falls quickly. I look at her again, seeing her calm expression, but inside, I know that she is in a battle between reasoning and excitement.

- tell me you don't want this, and I'll let you go - I whisper, putting your hair back, sinking my hand into her neck.

Malia sighs and bites her lower lip, looking down. In a few seconds, she looks at me again, with an indecipherable glow in her eyes.

- I.. - she takes a step back, but she still doesn't let go.

- I'll let you go - I say, but the girl quickly glues her body to mine.

- no! I want you, but I still hate you - she looks away again, making me laugh before pulling her to kiss her mouth.

Malia snarts against my mouth when I squeeze her waist and I make her walk backwards, calmly so that she doesn't fall because of the heels.

Malia breaks the connection of our lips, looking for breath, while I go down her jaw and neck, where I bite and scratch with my teeth. On the edge of the bed, I slide my hands down her back, until I find the Ziper of his dress, pulling it down then, tapping the white fabric sliding through her body.

I push Malia, making her sit down, with her legs a little open.

- Kylie, let me go, please - she whines, and I roll my eyes, before going to the nightstand and taking the key.

I lean over the girl, reaching for the handcuffs on her wrists, turning the small key, listening to the click next. When I took them off her wrist, I threw them on the floor, looking back at Malia, who surprises me when she grabs my face and kisses me.

I put my hands on the mattress when the girl lies down still holding my face, making me stand between her legs.

I move away from her and go down to her legs, licking the place until I reach her chest, where I sucked and bit, making Malia arch and pull my hair.

I smiled, passing to the other, nibbling while scratching her hip. The girl sighs non-stop, until I slide my hand over her pussy, over the thin fabric of her black lace panties.

I put my fingers in her, pulling them to the side, then pressing my fingers on her clitoris, starting to move quickly, making her moan and pull me up.

- I hate you so much - she says, before I invade her mouth.

When I feel her lubrication drain, I sink two fingers into her entrance, making her surround my body with her legs and sink her nails into my shoulders.

I keep my pace fast and deep, listening to her moans and her curses with my name, and when I feel that she is about to cum, I remove my fingers from her, making her sigh dissatisfied.

- this is your punishment for provoking me - I give a light kiss on her lips, getting off her, taking one last look at her sweaty and vulnerable body. - see you later, Malia - I say, taking my cell phone, leaving the room next, but first, I hear her curse me.

A smile appears on my lips, knowing that she will do everything to keep her provocations, and I won't complain, just take it out.