Untamed

Distractions

Distract. The only way I can deal with my problems. Push it to the back of your mind. Distract yourself until it comes back up and hurts even more. Right now the problem was Kane. He kept lingering in my mind. I pushed him from my head he pushed right back without permission. I could hear him laughing at me, driving my crazy. His hair, his eyes, that smile, and oh god those lips. I craved them. More than anything else I've ever wanted. Them and his hands all over my body.

No. Don't think about it. He's getting into your head again. Distract yourself idiot. My fist met the punching bag. Again. Harder. Again. I bit my lip and hit it harder. Harder until my hands started to ache.

After what seemed like hours I glanced at my now red and bruised knuckles. Sweat beaded my forehead like little crystal drops. Damn it. I sighed at wiped at my forehead. Enough for today. I stopped and let the water from my shower cascade down me. My body shuddered. What's wrong with me. Why now? Why him? Stay emotionally detached darling and we'll live forever.

I stepped out onto the cool tile of my bathroom and stared into my mirror. I almost didn't recognize the eyes that stared back at me. They seemed too empty. Like bottomless pits. Maybe I'm insane. I laughed and dried my hair. Kiara's always been insane. My lips cursed as my thoughts were interrupted but the sound of a door closing. Someone's here. Hopefully it's just Leigh but I was sure she was in Upper America visiting her brother.

I quietly slipped on the clothes I'd brought into the bathroom and checked my room before stepping inside. How the hell did they know where I live? Shit, I'll have to kill them. What if other people know? I sighed. I'll have to move again. Pity, New Chicago was growing on me I guess. Another noise. My knives were across the room and I needed them. My thoughts raced as my fingers curled around the delicate handles.
"Put them down Kiara," a voice commanded, so demanding I almost listened. Almost.
Instead I swung around, slashing my knife. The blade obviously made contact as blood now dripped off the edge. I didn't move my body but moved my head up to see the last person I wanted to see.

He frowned and moved his hand up to his cheek where the warm liquids was slowly seeping out. Cruor had made its mark there and across his chest. He slapped my face hard. I heard a gasp and dropped my knife. To my surprise it came from my lips. Kane smirked and shoved me into the wall, had. I felt myself slide the the floor, not wanting to look up at the man who was slowly twisting my soul.

"Get up Doll," he commanded. I didn't respond.
He grabbed my arms and put me body against the wall. His hands crept under my shirt and around my waist. Tingles shot up my torso, making me shudder against him. His chocolate eyes wandered up and down, making me blush a little. His gaze stopped at my lips. I stared back at his. Delicately carved with the upper lip indented a little. I slowly leaned into him and softly kissed his neck up to his jaw the to the corner or his mouth. I felt different somehow. In control. My lips teased him a little more before I pressed them softly to his. Funny, Mom used to say that you knew you had chemistry with someone when you felt fireworks. She was so wrong, it felt more like electricity running between us. Pure raw energy and power. My arms wrapped around his neck and he moved one hand from my hip to the wall next to my head. He wasn't very patient. Strong arms pushed me even closer to the wall as his tongue tasted my mouth. He let out a moan as I wrapped my legs around his waist making whatever space left between us, history. More jolts of energy ran though us as my fingers ran through his soft hair. I felt like I was going to pass out. After what seemed like eternity pulled away.
I missed his lips the moment they left mine. My blood was hot my breathing, heavy.
"You're amazing," I said with wonder.
"Tell me something I don't know," he smirked. Behind his cocky exterior I could see he was as flustered as I was.
"My soul is as twisted as my sexuality," I answered returning the smirk. He looked confused for a second and I laughed. The smile on my face quickly turned into a frown when I saw his face. More blood dripped from his cut. Id hurt him. My hands rested on his face and I leaned in.
"What are you-"
"Don't move," I instructed. He obeyed. I licked the cut I inflicted on him. It tasted warm, salty but nice. I kissed the spot again the moved to his ear. I kissed it then bit his lobe. He growled in approval. The desire in his eyes was clearer than glass. His large hands moved to my butt and carried me over to my bed. I was placed gently down before he moved over top of me and started attacking me with soft kisses all over my face.
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I'll be honest here. I'm not a very good writer. I'll probably edit later. I love this story and I'm trying my best so please bear with me. I'm just not very good at giving the story body. Honestly I was quite emotional while writing. Probably thanks to Eminem in the back ground the whole time. I love comments and suggestions.
Sweet dreams and lasagna,
-Rosey
Ps. If you're reading this than you've taken time to read my story and you have no idea how much that means to me. Love ya.