From Hate To Lust

Chapter Ten (Mature)

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During the next days I went back to ignoring Niall. I did my best but it was really hard to do it. It was a lot easier to ignore him in person than in my mind. I just couldn’t seem to do that. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t thought about Niall 24/7. The memories of everything that had happened between us kept creeping back into my mind even though I tried so hard to shut them out. I remembered exactly how his touch felt, his gentle kisses, his rough kisses, his tender kisses and everything else he did with that perfect lips of his. And everything he did with his long fingers or even better – with his dick.

I wasn’t in the best state during these days. I felt weak and exhausted for no reason. I wasn’t doing anything, I just went to my classes and in the afternoons I sat on my bed, feeling bad for myself for being such a dumbass and for having no friends. I was so mad at myself for believing, even if only for the shortest of all seconds, that Niall was the good guy. He just wasn’t and he had proved it. What had I been thinking? I was also mad at Niall and you’re probably wondering why. Well that night something happened and I didn’t exactly forgive him yet. I didn’t know if I’d forgive him at all since I’ve never ever felt worse.

“Screw it, screw him, fuck this,” Niall growled and pulled me over to his big couch that was situated in the middle of his living room.

“Niall,” I said – I didn’t know what exactly I wanted to achieve, I was just not sure if it was the best idea to have sex now which was clearly what he had in mind. Niall was in such a bad mood, he even seemed a bit aggressive and that made me unsure about all of this.

“Make me feel better,” he mumbled as we reached the sofa and then attached his lips to mine as he laid down on it, pulling me on top of him. His kiss was rough but I didn’t complain. As soon as I felt his lips on mine I was in the mood for more. Let’s be honest – I had been undressing him in my mind all day long. I couldn’t deny that I wanted him so much it almost hurt. He was gorgeous and the worst thing about it was that he knew that perfectly well. Little shit.

His hands roamed my body just as roughly as his kiss was, he massaged my boobs over my shirt for a moment or two and then moved his hands to my butt, pulling me tighter against him.

“You know,” he growled at my ear as he pushed my shirt up quickly, dragging it over my head. “That little wanker better stay the fuck away from you.” He dropped my top next to the couch and it fell to the ground silently. His lips moved to mine again and he gave me another rough kiss, his lips poking mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth, swirling around. Damn, this was a different Niall. Well he had been rougher before, but still this was kind of strange. I took his face into my hands and kissed him back slower than he kissed me. He grunted and unhooked my bra, moving his hands back to the front side of my body, cupping my breasts. He slowed his kisses down a little and moved his lips to my ear. “He won’t get to touch you ever again,” Niall snarled and sucked on the skin of my neck. I got goosebumps from his touch and the way he spoke – it sounded so serious and somehow threatening.

Niall pushed me up a little with his hands on my shoulders, so he could look me in the eyes. His eyes were like the ocean in a stormy night – they seemed so dark and agitated. They were fixed on mine and he just stared at me for a moment that seemed endlessly long. I held myself up with my arms on the couch, waiting for what would come next. I wasn’t sure what to expect from him, he was in such a strange mood; I couldn’t estimate his actions.

“You’re mine,” he said slowly and with a very low voice, it was almost a whisper. The look in his eyes was sincere but then they darkened and a new emotion appeared. It was arousal. His anger was still present though. I was his? Since when?