Chapter 13
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“We should take a photo,” I suggest turning to her.
“Why?” She laughs, a light blush staining her cheeks.
“Well, because I'm having fun with you. And because you’re a woman and I need photographic evidence we made up,” I tease. Earning me a slap on the back of the head.
“Awh!” I groan, catching her wrist before she can hit me again. “So violent little one.”
“Yeah, but you love it,” She remarks, sticking her tongue out at me. I shake my head at her. “Fine, let’s do a photo”, She agrees. I look to my photo still in my hand, the red line still on.
“Oh, I'm still recording,” I note before stopping it then switching to camera. “What face shall we do?” I ask.
“What about...this?” She suggests doing a creepy smile.
“Okay creepy,” I laugh in agreement. I hold the phone up, and we both pose. Snap. “Okay, let’s do another one. This time sticking our tongue out,” So we pose. Snap. We do a half dozen more. Mostly silly once. Then she poses kisses my cheek. Snap. I turn to her. My face suddenly serious.
“What, you never been kissed before?” She teased, her voice low. I am suddenly aware how close we are sitting, our legs and arms pressed ageist each other. “It was only a friend’s thing,” She quickly added, her eyes looking everywhere but at me.
“If you want me to kiss you, all you have to do is ask,” I tease, my own voice deep and husky.
“Maybe I don't want you to kiss me,” She challenged, but her voice said otherwise.
“No?” I ask playfully. My question drawing her gaze back to meet mine; her green eyes sparkling, and her scent filled my nose. She smelt so good it was almost addictive, Like sweet perfume mixed with cherries and raspberries. I wanted a taste. Badly.
When Scarlett didn't answer, I brushed my fingers across her cheek. My eyes following my fingers, letting them trail over her jawline, then up to her lips. They parted for me, her breathing uneven. I licked my lips as I slowly, slowly moved closer. Giving her plenty of time to pull away. But she didn't. Her eyes darting to mine. I move my fingers down to her chin, tilting her face toward mine.
Her tongue traces over her juice bottom lip. We were so close I could feel her breath on my face, her nose touching mine. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted her. But before I could make my move. Scarlett's lips crash into mine, catching me off guard.
I didn't need to think. My lips were already moving as I kissed her back. Hard. A small moan leaving her lips, and I couldn’t help but smile. Her hands curling around my neck. My fingers tangling themselves in her hair.
I lick across her bottom lip in silent demand—her lips part, granting me access. I let my tongue explore her mouth. Her tongue lightly touches mine before darting back. I growl into her mouth, making her gasp. Then our tongues are touching again, massaging and tasting each other. The kiss was passionate and exciting, our breathing heavy.
I knew at the back of my head; I should stop. Pull away before I get carried away. But I couldn't. As soon as her lips touched mine, I was fucked.
Her lips, her body, my only salvation. Without them, I would surely lose my fucking mind. I needed her closer. My hands moved down to her back, pulling her to me. She rises up onto her knees are lips never parting. My kiss rougher, more urgent. She moans, her body leans over me. My hands moving down to her hips. God, she was so fucking hot.
I trail kisses down her neck, my teeth grazing over her skin, licking and teasing. She whimpers and squirms, my grip holding firm, as I move down to her sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder. Where my mark still bruised her. I kiss gently around the outside of it, then in the middle. Scarlett gasps and wriggles in anticipation. I lick the skin, causing a shiver to run through her body. Her head to roll back, exposing her neck to me.
Then ever so gently, I suck her sore skin. She groans in both pleasure and pain. Her nails suddenly digging into my flesh hard, making me lose a little control. I nip the skin, my hands pulling her roughly onto my lap. She obeys. Her body weak to me.
I find her lips again. Kissing them softer this time, trying hard to gain some self-control. When all I wanted to do was rip into her clothes and explore every inch of her. Fuck I was horny. I wanted to pleasure her. Fuck I needed to until she couldn't take another second. Till she was screaming my name at the top of her lunges, her body collapsing in pure ecstasy. Only when she belonged to me wholly, allowing me to take her again and again. Whenever the fuck I wanted to. Would I truly be satisfied...Hell, not even then.
She pulled away from my lips, pressing her face into my shoulder: her breathing hard, our hearts beating as one. I forced myself to be a gentleman. To stay still, pressing my swollen lips together and my eyes shut. I focused so goddam hard, distracting myself by counting backwards from a hundred. I swear if she even blew on my ear, I would have lost it.
I was out of my depth with Scarlett. I didn't do this; I was no fucking gentleman. I was the kind of guy that fucked different girls every week, most of the time more than that. I rarely slept with the same girl twice. I never lied to them. Never pretended to be more than what I was. I didn't do girlfriend. Didn't care for their feeling or the consequences of my actions. I liked fucking. So what was I doing right now?
“Loki,” Scarlett whispered, bringing my thought back to the present. God, my name sounded sexy in her mouth. I open my eyes, focusing on the wall.
“Yeah”, I whispered back.
“We can't tell anybody about this,” She declares. Wait what? I hadn't been expecting that. When I didn't answer, she leaned back, her eyes searching mine. God, she was sexy. My hands were still wrapped around her hips.
“That's probably a good idea,” I agree, meeting her eyes.
“Nobody can know about any of this. If Storm found out....or Adam,” She defended, her eyes pleading.
“I know Scarlett. Nobody will find out. I promise,” I confirm. She nods, biting her bottom lip, drawing my eyes down to her mouth.
“I should probably go,” she whispered. My eyes snapping back up to hers. What?! She wanted to leave. Why?
“You don't need to leave,” I remark, frowning. It was still early; Adam would be home for at least another hour. Besides, she was always sleeping over at ours.
“I know. But I probably should go,” Scarlett reasons, moving away from me. I didn't know a lot of things. But I did know I didn't want her to leave. I missed her touch already.
“Stay,” I argue, getting to my feet. She didn't look at me, but her body stilled.
“I can't,” Scarlett insisted, but her voice wasn't too convincing. “I can’t,” She tried again, harsher this time.
“Did I do something?” I ask, moving closer to her. I reframed from touching her, despite the desire deep in my blood begging me to.
“No."
“Then look at me”, I instruct her. She shakes her head. No, she couldn't meet my gaze. I step around her to catch sight of her face. “Look at me,” I repeat. Her eyes slowly peer up at me. She wasn't upset, wasn't scared. Hell, she was angry, her eyes burning with fire.
“We can’t do this again. I won’t,” She declares. I was so stunned by her anger. That I just stood there. Then she was gone.
(Scarlett)
I slammed my bedroom door hard. The force practically shaking the whole dam house. I was so angry I wanted to fucking break something in to a million fucking pieces. I should of gone running. I should have gone to the defence studio and ripped into a punching bag. Till my fits bled, and all I could feel was numbness. I hated myself right now. I was a fucking idiot. I should have just left, right after I put Storm to bed. What was wrong with me? What I really this self-sabotaging?
I started to rip off my clothes and then stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. I turned on the shower and stepped inside. The water was scorching. I let it burn into my skin. I didn't know when I started crying, but soon my tears turned to full-blown sobbing. I sank down to the tiled floor and cried until I had no tears left to cry. Till the water turned icy cold and I started shivering. And then some. When I finally got out of the shower, I didn't bother with a towel. Instead, I flopped onto my bed and cocooned myself under blankets and duvet.
I awoke late in the day. Having not bothered with school. I was only going to be sent home anyway. Adam hadn't bothered to say hello when he came in last night or goodbye when he left this morning. I was surprised he hadn't checked in on me. Even if I had been at Storms last night, he would have stopped by. I lift my head and groan. God. I had a major headache. Either from the alcohol or from crying myself into a coma, I wasn't sure. It still hurt like hell.
After twenty minutes of groaning and moping, I decided to get my naked arse out of bed. I peered over to Loki's window, which thankfully revealed no sign of life. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to shut my curtains in my rage and depression. Hopefully, he hadn't seen me walking around naked.
I get up and walk over to my closet. Picking out a baggy jumper dress, Beanie, Gothic leggings and Doc Martins. As soon as I was dressed, I searched for some pain killers, finding some in my brother's bathroom, next to other gross items that shall never be spoken or thought of again. Ewe.
I when back to my room, applying heavy eye makeup to reflect my black sole. Then grabbed breakfast, consisting of yoghurt, grapes and a pint of orange juice. I checked my phone as I ate. I had a shit load of messages.
