I keep my lips in a thin line and claw at his chest with my nails.
It’s like he feels nothing. Not even when I scratch his collarbone.
His other hand wraps around my nape, imprisoning me. He brings me flush against his hard chest, crushing my hands and my resistance.
It’s his way to tell me that I can’t resist him. That, if he wants, he can kill any of my attempts.
I’m like a wave, no matter how high or wild I get, I’ll always crush against the unmovable rock at the shore.
Because that rock?
That rock is where waves like me go to die.
When I still don’t open, Aiden bites my lower lip so hard, I’m surprised no blood comes out.
A whimper escapes my throat, but I keep my mouth sealed shut.
A part of my body melts, wishing for friction. For something.
Anything.
But that part is a fucking idiot.
That part is why I’m in a losing battle against the damn rock.
I attempt pushing him away, but he has me under his perfect control as he ravages my mouth.
The kiss is a punishment as much as it’s a claim.
It’s a brute force and bruising without an ounce of tenderness.
Not that Aiden does tenderness, but he used to at least deceive me before.
He used to try being gentle.
The mask dropped and he’s showing his true colours now.
He’s playing the real game.
But it takes two armies to go to battle.
I bite his lip back the hardest I can. A metallic taste explodes on my tongue.
Aiden stops for a moment as if he’s taken aback. I seize the chance and shove him away.
Blood oozes on the side of his mouth, and I try not to get caught in the sight.
I made him bleed.
I ma
de Aiden King bleed.
I can still feel the metallic taste on my tongue and stuck between my lips and teeth.
That itch to wash my hands overwhelms me out of nowhere. It takes everything in me not to bolt out of here.
If I do, Aiden would think I’m running away from him and I promised I’d never do that anymore.