SIXTEEN
Aliya
PRESENT
His lips are on mine.
He’s kissing me.
A few seconds earlier I was ready to kill him, but now pulsating waves of heat travel from my mouth through my body and then down to my center.
I’m trapped between the wall behind me and his hard chest, which presses against me, only adding to the sensation between my legs.
He releases his lips from mine far too quickly and I immediately crave more. But he buries his hand in my hair and pulls on it, forcing me to look up at him. Not a moment later, his lips land on mine again and literally suck the life out of me.
“Open …” His voice is rougher than usual. “… your mouth.”
He takes my lower lip between his and nibbles on it.
The thought of pushing him away from me, smacking him and screaming at him crosses my mind. But just the idea of him separating his lips from mine makes me uncomfortable.
I hate him, but I don’t want him to stop.
Even if it means my death.
“Don’t fucking drive me crazy,” he growls. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
Even though I know I’m going against my morals, my lips part and allow him to enter.
He accepts the invitation and his tongue slides into my mouth to devour me completely. He tastes of mint, cigarettes and everything my body shouldn’t crave, and yet I can’t suppress the passion inside me as our tongues collide.
I suppress a whimper as I clutch at him with my nails, trying to keep my posture. The desire for more dances up and down my spine. He takes all the air I’ve gained to breathe. Makes my heart beat faster and leaves me hungry. Hungry for so much more and for him.
His hot tongue tangling with mine awakens sides of me that I didn’t know existed until now.
Milan increases the tugging on my hair and elicits a sigh of pleasure as his hips thrust against me, intensifying the vibration between my legs.
And I hate him for it.
I hate him for making me addicted.
Addicted to him.
Addicted to his touch and his taste.
He pulls away from me to give me a moment to breathe as his lips roam down my chin to my throat, which he covers with kisses. I lean my head even lower into my neck to give him more space and try to stabilize my breathing.
But I miss his mouth on mine, which is why I pull him toward me by his collar. His eyes are almost as black as the night as he looks at me.
“I hate you,” I whisper against his mouth.
His lips curl into a smirk before he presses them to mine again with much more force.
I’m gone. Dead.
A noticeable bulge presses into the pit of my stomach as he pushes me even harder against the wall.
“Hate me as much as you want. That’s what your hate does to me.”
He’s hard.
Hard because of me .
Heat spreads across my cheeks. The fact that my insults turn him on excites me.
He claims every line and curve of my mouth as if I’m air he needs to survive.
If this is what death feels like, I’m ready to lay down my life here and now in his arms.
I want him .
Only him.
Here. Anywhere. Anytime.
But I know I have to interrupt it.
Interrupt it so that he doesn’t eat me alive. So that I can still leave this room with a bit of decency.
It feels so good. He feels so good.
But I have to resist this urge because I know it will destroy me. Even though my naughty thoughts are begging me to undo his belt and give myself to him, I know I can’t.
“Wait,” I say breathlessly as he separates his lips a few millimeters from mine.
I feel dizzy from all the kissing, so I keep my eyes closed for a while. If he wasn’t holding me, I would probably have collapsed on the floor.
I blink to sharpen my vision while he doesn’t take his eyes off me. His hungry gaze lingers on my lips.
He wants me just as much as I want him. He wants me .
I shake away all the lustful fantasies. “The … lunch break is over. I have to go to class.”
His gaze flicks up and he looks at me like I’ve offended him in some way.
“Fuck class.” The fact that his voice sounds much darker than usual makes my legs shake even more.
“I have to go.”
He presses his lips into a straight line. For a moment he just stares at me, but then he pulls his hand out of my mop of hair and takes a step back, leaving me with an agonized feeling.
“Then fuck off.” His cold tone makes me flinch.
He is angry .
And for the first time in my life, I have to agree with him.
Because I’m just as angry with myself.
I push off the wall with trembling knees and walk to the door.
“Didn’t you just say you weren’t afraid of me anymore? You’re nothing but a lying coward.”
With my hand on the doorknob, I hesitate briefly before opening it and leaving the club room.
Milan is right.
I am afraid. Afraid that he will manage to gain power over me and destroy me for good.
Damian is leaning against the opposite wall, his impassive expression gliding over my body, turning all the heat inside me into an involuntary cold.
There is no sign of Shin and Raelyn.
“You two took your time.” Damian smiles as he approaches me.
I pause in my position as he stands directly in front of me. He takes a strand of my hair in his hand and looks at it.
It might be true that I’m not intimidated anymore. Neither by Milan and Shin nor by him, but there’s something about Damian that scares me to death every time – especially when it’s just the two of us.
“Now tell me …” His blue eyes are like those of an angel, but the devil himself is hiding behind them. “What happened between you and Shane? You can’t tell me he’s just sticking around because you scratched his car and filmed us.”
I draw my eyebrows together. What’s with all the questions today? First Milan, now Damian too.
I had to lie to Milan, because when I realized that Shin doesn’t tell his friends that he spends his lunch break drinking, covering for him was the least I could do. Although what I do with whom is none of Milan’s business anyway.
I release my strand from Damian’s grip. “I have to go to class.”
“So you want to avoid my questions? Interesting.” Damian laughs, shaking his head. “You think you’re something special now that you’ve got Shane’s attention on you?”
He leans down toward me. “I hate to disappoint you, Servant, but you must be even dumber than I thought if you really think he wants you.”
Of course, I know that Milan doesn’t want anything from me except sex.
That’s also the reason why I interrupted the kiss.
Because I’m not stupid. I’m not going to do him that favor. But still, those words from Damian’s mouth make me upset.
He moves dangerously close to my ear. “Not even twenty minutes ago, Olivia Miller was on her knees in front of him. Oh, but you probably figured that already, didn’t you?”
Twenty minutes before he kissed the life out of my body, he was having sex with Olivia Miller?
Twenty. Minutes.
I know Milan is no saint. I’ve been listening to all the different stories about him for years. So somewhere, deep down, I was probably already knowing. And no, it doesn’t bother me that he fucked Olivia. I’m more disgusted with myself because I almost fell for him in the same way.
“Now be a good little servant and stay the hell away from him like a servant is supposed to.”
Damian is different from Milan.
Milan hides his dastardly deeds behind an expressionless mask, while Damian isn’t ashamed to brag about them. He isn’t afraid of being despised, hated or judged. He loves any kind of attention – even the negative ones. And I’m sure that, unlike Milan, he’ll make his threats come true if he feels like it.
Damian is a destruction.
He’s made of it.
But the worst part is that he likes it.
“Damian.” Milan’s urgent voice behind me snaps me out of my thoughts.
Damian straightens and looks to him, a grin on his lips. “Servant and I were just talking about you.”
I clench my hands into fists.
I want to get away.
Away from here.
Away from both of them.
Without saying anything or looking in Milan’s direction, I walk down the hall to my classroom.
They can both fuck themselves.