Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 63: Sweetest Doom

LIAM

At this point, I am pretty sure that the universe is playing some kind of dirty tricks on me. Because I am not sure if I am hearing what I am actually hearing. It feels almost unbelievable.

I want to ask Kian what he means by, "I am here because of you." But I won’t. My pride won’t allow me to and my gut is way too scared to know the answer.

Sometimes oblivion is bliss. And I want it to be that way. I am better off knowing what he meant by that. It is just not right...how he makes me feel things just by six words and a sentence.

"Oh." It is the only thing that I say before falling silent.

Endless silence stretches between us after this. The silence isn’t uncomfortable but it isn’t comfortable as well. It is charged with electricity and the tension is as thick as the layers of frozen butter. I can cut through it with a knife.

I want to jump down the rooftop just to avoid this kind of silence. I prefer uncomfortable silence over the tension flowing between us.

"So when is your marriage ceremony?" Kian asks after what seems like an eternity, breaking the palpable silence.

"It should be soon." I rub my shite knuckles with my thumb, looking down on them as if they are the most interesting thing existing right now. "Maybe it will be after my birthday."

Kian is quiet for a bit before asking, "You want to marry her?"

I hesitate, gritting my teeth before heaving a sigh, "It doesn’t matter. It is done. I have to marry her whether I like it or not. I cannot break a royal marriage on a whim. It will affect the crown. Everything we do reflects on the crown and our reputation in the public."

"That is bullshit," Kian says, his eyes narrowing, "You don’t give two fucks about the public opinion." His tone is sharp and it penetrates right through my core.

"Yes, I don’t." I ball my fists, my nails digging into my flesh, "But I am the only prince this country has left. If I act recklessly, there will be consequences I don’t want to deal with."

"So, you are telling me that you would rather spend your whole life with a woman you don’t even like than trying to stand up against the crown?" Kian’s voice is so dangerously close all of a sudden that it sends a jolt of shiver down my spine. "Say, Liam, I didn’t know you were this coward."

There is something about the way he says my name that goes all the way down to my toes and makes them curl.

I turn my head to look at him just to make the air stutter away from my lungs. Kian is standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His head is tilted a little so that he is looking down at me; his face is right next to me. I can feel his warm breath fanning against my face, clashing with my own.

"I am not a coward." My voice is barely over a whisper as if I am trying to convince myself. "It is my duty. I can’t abandon it."

Kian’s proximity is making me feel all sorts of things that I never knew possible. My heart is in a frenzy, anticipation and electricity are coursing through my veins like lava, and I have this relentless urge to climb this mountain like a man; my breathing is labored and ragged. My brain is signaling it is a bad idea, but at this moment, I don’t care.

I know he is my enemy. He is the one who killed my brother. But, lust and love were never a package deal, were they?

"You are not a prince right now, Liam." Kian leans in, his eyes raking over my face, the fire blazing in them mirroring mine. His eyes drop to my mouth and the fire intensifies. My breath hitches and I don’t try to hide it anymore. "You are just Liam in front of me. Here, under the moonlight. And don’t you dare tell me the otherwise."

Kian’s breathing is as labored as mine. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and my tongue darts out to lick my lips instinctively. I feel like my whole body is on fire, and this man, only this man, has the magical water to snuff it out.

"I don’t plan to," I say softly, my voice is barely over a whisper. "I want to be me right now. Only me..."

"Good." The corner of Kian’s lip curves up into a smirk and I do everything not to shiver. "Say...Liam," His eyes are as hungry as a dragon starved for years, "if I am to kiss you right now, what will you do? Will you resist me?" His gaze is zeroed on my mouth.

My knees tremble ever so slightly and my lips quiver. Oh, dear Gods...this man hasn’t even touched me, and I am already like this. It almost feels like my soul is aching for him, starved and desperate. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on by someone.

"No..." I reply, my eyes are reflecting the fire that is burning inside me. "I won’t resist you...just for now."

The words hang between us like a trigger warning. We both know what is next. We both hold our breaths. And hell, if he doesn’t kiss me now, fuck pride, fuck ego, I am kissing him myself. I need to know if he can kiss like the way he hates me. Passionate, fierce, merciless, and dominant.

Kian’s hand suddenly shoots out. He fists some of the hair at the back of my head and slams his mouth against mine. I barely manage to take in a breath before everything starts to fall apart.

And hell, I have tasted the sweetest doom ever.