when she come face to face with her destroyer and agreed to his proposal.... she needed money.... and he needed her body... what happens when his ice cold heart melts for her whom he calls a slut? what happens when his body crave for her touch when...
His eyes burn into mine as we stood together in silence. My anger was bottled in and I held my edge at hand.
His gaze drifted down my face and looked around my cheeks. The second his eyes landed on my lips, my heart stopped and I felt small again. His burning gaze wasn't enough to lose me, but his touch....
I gulped nervously as he tilted his head over still examining me. His finger was lifted up and was now caressing my cheek. The tip of his finger dragging down my soft cheeks to the corner of my lips.
He looked me in the eyes again and as usual, his dirty smirk was there.
"One reason huh?" He said in a soft voice.
I glared at him. That was all I could do. I was embarrassed at his touch and his scent was slowly taking over me already. We had our lips close, very close, and he knew it. He knew that he had that affect on me.
"What's the reason?" He asked as he gradually leans closer.
The tip of his lips brushing past mine. I shrudder. I start to slowly back up, but before I can even move. It was as if he read my mind, he grabbed my small waist immediately.
I let out a breathless gasp. I looked wide eyes at his which was now filled with lust. I watched as he licked his lips. I watched as he lean the side of his nose against mine. But before he could reach my lips...
"The reason...." I trailed off as my hand went to stop his chest hardly.
I glared into his soul and gritted my teeth.
"...is not because of you." I spat harshly as I pushed him with full force.
He stumbled backwards, but he didn't go down. Instead his smirk grew wider as he chuckles walking towards me again.
I knew this was going to end like this, but I never liked it. I don't like him trying to lure me in for a trap then breaking my heart all over again. I hate him, I hate him so fucking much. He uses me like rag, after he's done, he throws me away.
I blinked as he was getting closer, his chest touched my hand I raised my hand up to hit him, but he caught it. I glared at him and try to release my hand, but he squeezed it tight making me cry out in pain.
His gaze changed and it was dark. His eyes were dark and his expression hardens making me even more nervous and scared.
" Does my kitten need a punishment?" He growls.
Within a second, I was pushed harshly against the wall. I closed my eyes tight and cried out in pain. His nose went to the crook of my neck as I regain my brain back. Realizing the situation, I helplessly try to get out. I pushed on his chest and turn my head so he'd move, but if anything, he tighten his hold and refuses to take his head out. I punched his chest as anger took over me. He embraced me tightly yet it had a warm touch to it or maybe it was his arms.
That's when it happened. I finally broke. I have held on ever since my parents had died and through all my suffering from the previous owners of me, everything came pouring out as I continued punching his chest over and over again.
Tears pour down my eyes like waterfalls, his body was still not moving, he knows it. he knows I'm crying and yet he's staying like an idiot.
I closed my eyes and punch harder. My sobs came out like it had never before, I was a crying mess and in the middle of all this, he was with me.
"Let me go!" I sobbed.
I shook my shoulders and pushed, but he only pulls.
I shook our bodies back and forth to try to het him off and run away, but he didn't budge. "I'm disgusting!" I cried out loud.
"Please! Let me go!" I cried struggling.
Yet he didn't let go. He held on to me, making me hate myself more.
"I hate myself and so do you! So stop touching my fucking skin-"
I couldn't finish my sentence and his lips was slammed harshly on mine. My eyes widen as I see him close his eyes while he kisses me.
My mind was screaming. I was lost. I was curious and confused, but I slowly closed my eyes and sink into his warm lips. I responded to his lips and kissed him just to feel better. His kiss always melts my heart and his touch always messed me.
His lips molded with mine perfectly as he kissed me passionately. My hands slid up to his neck and wrapped my arms around. His arms tighten and hug me against his hard chest.
When we soon ran out of breath as we kissed hungrily. We separated our lips to breath and he dug his face in the crook of my neck again as he hugged me warmly in his embrace.
I was confused, mad, angry and demolished by his actions. I hate feeling this way and I hate being played.
"I hate you.... y-yet, I hate myself even more...." I cried.
"Shut up." He said gritting his teeth.
I shook my head and try to push him again.
"Leave me alone! A disgusting person like me shouldn't be in your arms! You deserve better." I sobbed uncontrollably.
"Shhhh." His deep voice rang in my ears as I closed my eyes tightly while my head was shoved into his chest.
"I know." He said with something so weird lingering in his voice.
"Yet... I didn't know." He said in a whisper.
"What do you mean?"
He pulled away gently to only cup my cheeks. His face was showing so much guilt and pain.... but his eyes was covered with tears.
I was taken back at his tears, my heart was pinched and I couldn't focus. My mouth gape open a little as I stare into his doe like eyes.
Staring into his eyes, I got lost. It was as if he was..... sorry. But was I wrong? My hands unconsciously reached for his cheek. I suddenly cup his cheek, and soon his tear fell down as he looks at me with such soft eyes. I have never seen this before.... .
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"I know...." he said as he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch.
Ignored his words and was focused on his eyes.. .
"Why are y-you crying?..." my voice broke out.
"I'm sorry." He whispered as he leaned his forehead against mine. .
