Poisoned Love

31. Games Games

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I got off of the bed and Ace followed me with a smug face. I denied my hormones screaming at me to hold his hair in my hands or grab a fistful of his shirt and make out with him. He's drunk now and it's my time to play.

"You cannot be possibly hanging out with that Alex guy can you?" He asks, worry laced in his tone. I smirked.

"We do hang out, a lot." I say and mean it. We haven't hung out for a long time and it's mainly because I've been with Ace for the past few days. "To answer your question, he makes me get butterflies, more than you ever will."

"So I do bring you butterflies after all." He says and grabs my wrists, closing the distance between us. Our chests collided and felt incredible against each other.

"I never said that." I lie.

"I don't want you to see Alex, ever again." He commands and I chuckle. As if. He's actually buying it.

"I'm serious." He says. I can already see that.

"You have no word on me." I sneer.

"I'm being serious." He repeats. I can feel this getting a little out of control. I didn't mind it. His face was absolutely priceless.

"You're all mine, Lydia." Ace spits.

"Like hell I am." I fire shots back. Who does he think he is to boss me around like that? I was beginning to get irritated.

His hands snaked around my waist and he slammed me against the wall behind me. I found myself giving in. But that's what he wants and he always gets what he wants. No wonder why his name is Ace.

"Kiss me." He says in a husky low whisper and I find myself leaning in to lock my lips with his. Then my senses magically seeped through again and forced me to pull away.

"Are you hearing yourself?" I push his hand away. I can tell he feels threatened by Alex from how I spoke about him even though he's never met him before.

"Lydia, please promise me that I'm the only guy you'll ever be with, you know sexually." He says and I clearly understood what he meant, he didn't need to explain himself. My anger was boiling.

"Like how you promised me the same thing but I caught you making out with Penelope? You think I forgot about that?!" He's getting what he wants from me: vulnerability. For me to break.

"You know she doesn't mean anything to me, unlike you." He says and I can feel myself slowly turning into mush.

"Prove it." I insist. Where am I even going with this?

"Tell me you won't see Alex again and I'll show you the things I can make you feel." His breath is a mixture of liquor and mint, it's amazing and addictive in the best way possible. Before I can get to continue this little game further, I reluctantly give in.

"Alex is my best friend, Ace. He's out on a date with a girl now." I admitted. I can't resist him or his undeniably compulsive charms anymore.

"Good girl." He says in a gravelly tone.

"Kiss me." I'm the one to say it now. Without hesitation or second thoughts, he brings his lips to mine and slams them against each other. It started out slow and gentle then I deepened it, making it sloppier and full of passion and fire. I can feel every fibre of my body being ignited. My whole body responds to him a way no one else can make it.

I ran my shaky hand under his shirt, feeling his muscles against my hand was the best feeling I've ever felt. I pulled it over his head. He helped me remove his shirt and then I gave him permission to remove mine, even though he knows he doesn't need it. I sucked in a deep breath as he started kissing my neck, biting and sucking on my skin and I already know that will leave a mark. But I didn't care, the feelings were indescribable. I shut my eyes and panted heavily as his lips travelled down to the bridge of my breasts. His lips lost my skin but his fingers were still gliding on my collarbone.

My eyes flew open, I didn't want him to stop. I can tell he feels uncomfortable since he knows I've never done this before. I love how gentle and understanding he's being with me. It makes my heart flutter.

"Do it." I command. He nods and grabs the clip of my bra, unclasping it and tossing it on the floor. His long fingers cupped my bare breasts and his eyes widened.

"Holy hell! You're so sexy, Lyd." He whispers in a deep tone. I wanted to tell him I couldn't wait anymore but my lips were unable to speak.

His fingers made circles then he dipped his head down, sucking in on me and doing all kinds of motions. Gently biting, slowly kissing, swiping, licking, sucking my raw and sensitive flesh. Throughout it all, I wasn't able to stop moaning. This is my first time being touched like this and I don't regret it.

We both sat on the bed and I took the lead, climbing over him. I don't even know what I'm doing, I hope he tells me what I should do. I palmed him through his jeans and his hips twitched. He gulped and groaned.

"Do you need me to tell what to do?" He asks I nodded frantically. I bit on my lower lip, I know he likes that. He runs his finger over my lip and smiles.

"Let's do that later, actually." He changes his mind and I turned to look away before my cheeks turn into fifty shades of red. He brings my chin and forces my eyes to meet his. "It's not about you. I just want it to be when you're ready, you know?"

"I know" I say and get off of him. He pulls me back onto him.

"I never said you can get up." He shakes his head. "I can't stop staring at you, you're incredibly sexy. The best part is that you're all mine."

I swatted his arm playfully. His words meant so much more to me than they did to him. I wish I could see him everyday, be with him everyday, kiss him, have him flirt with me and get competitive on the mention of other guys. Having him mock me and tell me how childish I can be sometimes. Carrying me over his torso and slamming me against the wall. The little things he does that he's not even aware of make my cheeks glow and my core heat. Laying in bed with him everyday. Waking up to see his beautiful face and hear his breathing becoming rhythm to my ears.

"Come with me to Montana next weekend." He says. I almost laugh at his sudden statement.