Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 64: Damn Him

LIAM

Yes, Kian kisses like the way he hates me. Passionate, fiery, fierce and relentless. His lips move against mine with such hunger I never knew it possible. As if he is trying to devour me. His lips are forcing me to move against him.

The breath is stolen from my lungs and my fingers curl around his clothes. He nips at my bottom lip, forcing my lips apart and pushing his tongue inside my mouth. The movement makes me whimper softly. A string of pain and pleasure shoots through me.

My body trembles as the blood in my veins roars with electricity, and fire races along my skin as my heartbeat picks up an erratic pace. My body trembles when Kian moves his tongue inside my mouth, engaging my tongue in a fierce battle. A losing one.

Kian’s strong, muscular arm encircles my waist and presses my body against his, molding our bodies together. My body is lean but not masculine; it is soft but not too small as of a woman. Meanwhile, Kian’s body is solid and callous, packed with steely muscles, he is as huge as the mountain. Our bodies fit together as if they are just two pieces of the same puzzle.

Kian’s other hand remains on the back of my head, fisting my hair and angeling my head so that he can plunge his tongue into my mouth better. He slurps my tongue and sucks my bottom lip, eliciting another moan out of me which he shallows down. He growls softly before pulling away.

I am so consumed by his mouth that I instinctively lean forward, not wanting his mouth to leave mine. Kian holds my head in place; he is panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with motion. His cheeks are slightly flushed with arousal and his lips are red and swollen.

I am not too different from him right now. My lungs burn with the need for air. My cheeks are flushed red and my eyes are hazy with lust. But I desperately pull him closer, silently begging for a fraction of the kiss earlier.

"Breath, Liam." Kian’s voice is low and husky. It goes straight to the region below my stomach.

Hundreds and thousands of butterflies are dancing madly in my stomach and I am pretty sure that there is one very visible dent in my pants. Oh Gods...there is nothing more that I want right now other than wanting this man in my pants.

His blue eyes are dark as if a storm is brewing behind them, his gaze is so intense and predatory that it sends shockwaves through me.

I draw in huge breaths to satisfy my lungs but almost let out a frustrated whine when Kian suddenly lets go of my waist and takes a huge step back, putting a large distance between us.

"What happened?" I ask, my eyes narrowing with displeasure; my every being is screaming at me to wrap myself around this man and never let go.

"What do you expect me to do, Laim?" Kian smirks; he knows he is where he wants to be. It makes my blood boil with rage and arousal. "To fuck you that little hole of yours between your butt cheeks when everyone dances and dine in the ballroom in the same palace?"

I curse myself under my breath for letting myself get carried away.

Fucking asshole.

I glare at Kian. He lets out a triumphant chuckle as he leans in, his finger slipping under my chin and tipping it up so he can take in my face better.

"Say, Liam, do you want me to do more to you?" He is as turned on as me, but if he wishes to torment me, then why should I back off? I shall do the same as well.

"In your worst nightmare." I hiss, smacking his hand away from me and stepping back, "Try to touch me again, and I cut your hand and wrap it in a gift box, then give it to you."

I glare down at him for a moment, my fists clenched at my side and my teeth gritted. Kian assesses me with uncontained amusement and heat in his eyes with a smug smirk on the corner of his lips. It makes me equally pissed and turned on.

Damn him.

I huff and walk past him, grabbing my cloak from where it is on the ground, and march out of the rooftop, slamming the door shut behind me. I am fussing with contained desire, fury, and rage.

I want to kiss Kian as much as I want to kill him. I want to cut his throat as much as I want to wrap myself around him. Hell, I am angry at myself for letting myself feel this way in the first place. But of course, Kian will be the one to take all the blame for making me feel such a way.

Damn him.

I hold my cloak before me to hide how hard my cock is as I trudge through the hallway of the palace. My hair is disheveled and my cheeks are rosy. Anyone with enough knowledge can easily tell that I was this close to convincing myself and getting myself fucked by my worst enemy just a few moments ago. There is no way in hell that I am returning to the party like this.

I go straight to my room and enter the bathroom. Foolish me thought that my erection would go away if I just ignored it. But now that I am taking the longest and the coldest bath of the air, I figure out that it won’t work like this. Not at least when all I can think about is how Kian’s mouth felt on mine, how his hand felt wrapped around my waist, and how his body felt against mine. I can still feel his tongue inside my mouth.

I curse under my breath before grabbing my member to give myself an unpleasant yet much-needed release.

Damn him.