Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 68: Private Study

LIAM

How can a person commit treason and act like it is completely legal? Well, Kian can. And he can do it effortlessly and even make it look so damn hot that it raises the temperature of the room.

I find Kian where he shouldn’t be—again. His broad back turned toward me as his long, callous, and unimaginably sexy finger trails down the page of an ancient book from my collection. He is committing treason by infiltrating my private study.

"What are you doing here?" I raise an eyebrow as I stalk up to him, "I locked my study."

Kian snaps the book shut and spins around to face me, a smug smirk plastered on his devastating face, his ocean-blue eyes glinting. "Do you think you locked it properly? If you did, then I am more than capable of breaking it. And if you didn’t, then you can’t even lock a door properly, Liam."

My nostrils flare and I narrow my eyes at him, "Kian, do you think if I shove a dagger through your chest right now, will you still be this smug about this?"

Kian’s smirk widens a smidge, "Who knows? Depends. Will you do it slowly?"

I clench my fists and charge forward, drawing my blade, ready to kill, aiming at his throat. I am more furious at myself for getting turned on by his vague challenge.

Kian switches the book to his one hand and snakes his other around my throat, wrapping his fingers around my throat efficiently and slamming me against the bookshelf behind me, knocking the air out of my lungs and knocking the knife out of my hand.

Darkness dances across my vision as the books tumble out of the bookshelf from the impact and start to fall around us. Kian is too close to my face right now. Too close. I am panting, half because of the lack of air in my lungs and half because of the fire racing along my skin and electricity unfurling inside my stomach.

"Do you want to kill me or kiss me?" I hiss, my breath clashing with his as his eyes rove over my face, his gaze dropping to my mouth.

"Maybe...both." He says these two words so seductively that I almost think I should ban them because they are like fuel to my fire, which I am trying to subdue so eagerly.

There is a pause. We stare at each other for a brief moment before our mouths are on each other once again. So eager, so desperate, so hated and so heated that it has my mind spiraling.

I cup his face to bring him closer, if it is even possible, as his hand on my throat trails down my arm to my waist encircles it, and presses my body closer to his.

He moves us around as his tongue pries open my lips and pushes into my mouth, wringing a moan out of me. My hand goes to his hair, my fingers curling around it and tugging him closer and making him growl, which I shallow down. I suck on his bottom lip as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth.

Kian moves and places the book in his hand back to its place before bringing his hand to my cheek and creasing it. He parts away just enough to let both of us breathe and prevent us from hyperventilating.

Our swollen mouths are inches away as he pants turned on to the point that it hurts, but we don’t avert our gazes from our mouths.

Suddenly, Kian leans in, takes my bottom lip between his teeth, and biting down. I let out a whimper as my body jerks, pain, and bliss equally scooting through my body like electricity. I know there will be a bruise there for at least a few days.

Kian lets go after a moment before kissing the mark with so much softness that makes my knees go almost weak.

"Don’t let anyone touch this." His breaths are coming out in ragged pants as he leans his forehead against mine, running his thumb over my lower lip, "You don’t want someone else’s blood in your hands."

My breath hitches. He says those words with so much ease yet so much intensity and sincerity that it makes me feel things I have no right feeling.

I don’t answer him and I counter him with another question, "Why did you volunteer to go with me there?" My voice is so soft that it is barely over a whisper.

Kian chuckles, "Why do you think?"

I don’t answer as I eye him warily.

"Maybe I want to kiss you every day; this is why?" Kian’s voice drops as his finger creases my cheek and his eyes rake over my face hungrily like he is a starved man.

My already erratic heartbeat skyrockets at his implication and I push him away as I take a step back, "It never happened." I rub my swollen and aching lips with the back of my hand.

"Just like the first one?" Kian grins smugly as he runs his tongue over his swollen red lips as if he can still taste me there.

It only strokes the fire blazing inside my chest, "What are you talking about?" I play coy as I fold my arms over my chest and look away, cheeks flushed.

Kiam approaches me with slow deliberate steps. He stands too close to me as he leans his elbow on the bookshelf beside me and reaches up to run his thumb over my red lip; he has this fire in his eyes that makes me shiver,r and my toes curl.

"But your eyes and the way your mouth is marked for me says the otherwise." He whispers.

My breath catches, "Get out..."

"As you wish." He retreats his hand and silently walks past me, making me immediately feel cold.

I take in deep breaths to calm my unhinged heartbeat down. We leave in five days for Nyxvarral and Gods only know what will happen there. But I have a feeling that it won’t be any good.