Taste of Poison

Chapter Eight: Plan B

 I am the dirt you created/ I am your sinner/ And your whore/ But let me tell you something, baby/ You love me for everything you hate me for - Whore by In This Moment

His apartment is still the same since the last time I was in here. It's just really nice and clean. That weird smell is almost non-existent now.

"So you didn't feel good," Rock says with a smile as he looks back at me.

When I look over at his TV, I see that cartoons are playing.

He clears his throat. "My little sister will be staying with me for a little bit. She goes to the same school you do. Her name is Revy."

My eyes widen. "She's dating my little brother!"

Rock smiles crookedly. "I think we were going to meet anyways, Pia."

My eyes narrow with distrust as he walks closer to me. "What do you want from me?" I growl. "Why do you want me to dye my hair?"

He sighs. "I told you. My first girlfriend had blonde hair."

My eyes narrow. "I don't want my hair black, Zamiel," I spit with venom. I hate him. I can't stand his face. I can't stand his smile. I can't stand anything about him.

His eyes narrow as his expression turns to stone. "Pia, you're about to piss me off," he warns. "I want this day to be nice. If you keep going how you're going, I'm going to get ugly."

My teeth clench and unclench. "You're about to get ugly?" I ask in surprise. "No. You listen to me. I'm about to get ugly."

Rock breathes out slowly as he walks towards me. Instead of backing away, I stand my ground and look up at him with my chin raised a little bit.

I'm so tired of him. I'm so tired of him pushing me around.

His brow arches a little bit. "You're feeling brave today, aren't you?"

"I'm tired of your shit," I snap.

"Well, I'm tired of your shit too," he snaps back.

He surprises me by grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me towards him. Our lips crash into each other with his tongue in my mouth searching for mine.

He wanted me over here to do this...

I didn't like how my body was responding. One hand was tightly in my hair while the other was cupping my ass. I felt a tingle in my body shoot straight down.

This can't be happening. I don't want to have sex with him. The only other person I was with was Jeff... And unfortunately, Zamiel was already proving to be a lot better than Jeff.

Jeff was too gentle, but Zamiel is being rough. As much as I hate to admit, I'm curious. I wonder what it's like to be one of those women that has a lover on the side. I wonder what it's like to have Zamiel as a lover.

He's no lover though. He's fucking insane, and if I don't have sex with him, he'll probably threaten to kill my brother this time.

His hand moves out of my hair and up my shirt going straight for my breasts. He stops kissing me and pulls away to look at me. "Take off your clothes, Pia."

I thought his voice would sound rough or mean, but he was actually very gentle. That doesn't make me what to take off my clothes though.

"No," I whisper as I try to move away from him.

He holds me tighter this time. His hand slides into the front of my pants and he feels my pussy.

"You're wet, Pia," he whispers in my ear. "Take your clothes off, and I'll help you with that."