Kissed me like his slut.

Kissed me like his slut.
"Are you done pretending that you do not want this?”

Luke’s said with a voice which was heavy in the air, almost choking me with how much pressure it carried.

And the worst part of the whole thing, was that he was right because I could feel the shame turning around my chest like it wanted to choke me, but it was even deeper, as there was something more.

It felt like there was that dirty part of me that did not want him to stop, the one that had been feeding from all of this like it had been starving for years.

I tried to move my wrist but his grip was harder. It was so hard that it felt like he was the only one controlling whether my body could even move or not.

At that moment, his face was so close to mine that I could feel the hotness of his breath brushing across my lips and it made me almost shake because of how much I wanted it and at the same time how much I wanted to run from him.

“Luke,” I whispered, with my voice shaking like it was afraid of that the worst could happen

“If you say my name like that again, I swear, you’ll regret it.” He said, as his eyes pierced into mine like an arrow, and I could not tell if he was being serious or if he just wanted to scare me even more. However, with the way his hand moved down from my wrist to my waist made me realize that there was no need to regret, as I was already useless because my body was betraying me.

No matter how stubborn I tried to act, my body always found a way of giving me away. It just felt like my body was already leaning into him as if it had been waiting for this exact moment for a very long time.

To be frank, there was something dangerous in the way he held me, something that made it impossible to even remember that I still had a choice, but alas, the more I struggled to remind myself of my own will, the more his touch reminded me that I was already too far gone.

Maybe, I was born to be a slut. His own personal slut.

Suddenly, I felt as his mouth brushed against the side of my neck, and that one simple contact made me extremely horny. It was as if fire ran through me like someone had poured gasoline on a dry field, and dropped a burning match, and my knees went weak so badly that I almost collapsed against him but he caught me like he knew I was going to give in.

He knew that I couldn't resist him. He knew that he was my weakness. Oh damn!

“You don’t get it,” Luke whispered into my right ear, with his voice thick with intense energy that made me shiver, “I’ve been waiting for this, for you, and now that you’re finally giving in, I’m not letting go.”

My body shook at the intensity of his words.

Immediately he spoke, his words crawled down my spine and I hated the fact that it sent a wave of heat right between my thighs. I also hated that my body answered before my mind could fight back.

I tried to press my lips together to stop a sound from escaping but Luke’s hand slid lower and I gasped anyway, which made me hate myself for how desperate I looked.

He smirked with a satisfied grin, as he roughly began to fumble my ass.

I could see it from the side, with that cruel little curve of his mouth that told me he was enjoying every second of watching me fall apart in front of him.

I watched as his fingers dug into my waist harder, while pulling me against him until I could feel how hard he was, and my stomach moved because I wanted it, I wanted all of it, and I could not hide it anymore.

I wanted him!

I was his whore. I wanted to feel him inside me.

“Say it,” he demanded, with his eyes sharp as knives cutting into my soul, and a voice like an arrow which pierced through my heart.

I shook my head but the truth was already written across my face and from how my body trembled at his presence, I knew that he knew my weaknesses.

“Akira,” he said my name with calm intensity, like it was the only word he had ever needed to know in his life, and it broke something inside me.

My hands gripped his shirt before I even thought about it and I dragged him down to me, with my mouth crashing against his own, because I could not hold it back anymore.

Maybe, it was because the hunger inside me had turned into madness and it was going to eat me alive if I did not let it out.

The way he kissed me was violent. It was messy. It was as if two people were fighting and giving in at the same time. Soon,I could feel him push his tongue inside me like he had the right, like he owned me, like I was his whore, but I could not even fight him. Rather, I opened wider, and I gave him everything because deep down, I knew that I was made to be a slut.

I was born for this.

I moaned into his mouth and the sound only made him become even more ruthless, as his hands pushed up my shirt until my bare skin was exposed, and it felt like his touch, burned elements across my chest. Even as I tried to stop his hands, they were faster, stronger, and he had already done too much for me to resist him.

Soon, his mouth left mine and went down my jaw, biting and continued sucking as he went, leaving marks that would tell stories later, marks that screamed possession.

Marks that was a sign that he owned me.

"Ohhh...!" I moaned in ecstasy.

Soon, my breath was sharp, and broken, like my lungs had stopped working properly, and all I could think of was how much I wanted more, more of his touch, more of his mouth, more of everything.

I wanted him. Maybe, he was my price.

“Do you still want to lie to yourself?” Luke muttered as his mouth went down on my shoulder, with his eeth digging into my skin until I gasped loud enough to echo in the room.

I shook my head again, this time not in denial but in surrender, because I could not keep up the pretence anymore.

I could not keep pretending that this was not what I craved every night when I closed my eyes and thought of him across the room.

Do I talk about the countless wet dreams I've heard because of him?

Slowly, he pushed me back against the wall so hard that I felt it, and his eyes locked into mine. like he wanted to look through me like a mirror, and I felt so small but at the same time so alive, like I had been sleeping for years and was only just waking up now, in his hands.

Maybe, he was my very own awakening.

Luke’s hand slid down and I froze when he grabbed me through my jeans. It was not because I did not want it but because of how much I did, because of how embarrassingly hard I already was.

“Pathetic,” he whispered, as his lips brushed mine mine, “you’ve been wanting this for so long, haven’t you?”

His words came as a shock.

I could not answer because it seemed just too much to talk about, and the pleasure was louder, like it was about to drain out every excuse I could have made.

Soon, his hand began to squeeze harder and my head fell back against the wall, with my mouth opening but no words came out. It was only broken sounds that told him exactly what he already knew.

He kissed me again, but this time slower and deeper, like he wanted to make me choke on it, and I did, I drowned in it. I drowned in him, just as I drowned in this moment, in the way he tasted and the way he controlled everything.

And for the first time, I let myself fall completely.