He slowly turned his body around and my eyes widened the moment I saw his side profile. The hands under the running water trembled a little.
What the fuck? What is he doing here? Why did he lock the door?!
He snickered at my reaction. With his back leaning on the door, a deep alluring voice traveled to my ears as he speaks haughtily, "Are you done pretending to be amnesic? Or...has my appearance reminded you of our sweet memories together?"
No. No. He can't possibly find out I'm Dakota, right?!
With a steady stride, he slowly approaches me who is still frozen in front of the washbasin. Seeing the gap between us decreasing with each step he took, I reflexively took a few steps back, only stopping after my back bumped into the wall. I was too nervous, I can't keep my head up to meet his eyes.
He raised his right hand to caress the side of my neck fondly and his thumb would occasionally brush my chin and lips tenderly. My already shivering body shuddered even more at the gestures. Even with my head down, I can feel his gaze boring into me. He then raised his left hand and placed it on the still-recovering wound on my rib. Slowly rubbing the feeling of gauze behind the thin fabric.
His right hand slowly traveled from the side of my neck towards the back of my head. With a hard tug, he pulled my hair in a hard grip, causing me to gasp in pain.
Forced to face the man before me, I saw a twisted expression plastered on that devilishly handsome face. His eyes were shrouded by possessiveness. A cold smile hanging on his lips. I've never seen this side of him. So wicked. So cruel. Is this really the same guy I know before?
Without warning, his left thumb brutally pressed onto the gauze, making me whimper in pain. Beads of tears slowly pooling in my eyes. Closing the distance between us, he whispered in my right ear. "Have you come to your senses? Say my name."
I can't think straight. In my muddleheaded state, I can only think of two possibilities right now. Either he found out I'm Dakota, and he's here to finish me off completely. Or, Aaron somehow has some connection with him.
The possibility for the former to happen is very low, while the latter...
Another burst of pain stopped me from thinking further and this time I can't contain the pained moan from escaping my lips. The pooling tears finally made their debut as they trickled slowly down my cheeks. Another whisper was heard, his voice carried a warning tone this time as he pressed onto the gauze harder, "Say my name."
I painfully inhaled and the feeling of warm wet liquid moistening the skin around my rib intensified. I suspected that my wound might have reopened. At this rate, if I keep being silent, he might dig his thumb inside out of agitation! I raised my splinted right hand to swat his left hand away. Due to the pain in my head and rib, my reaction speed was a lot slower than normal. Giving time for Chris to assess my actions and executes countermeasures.
And I was right, he really did dig his thumb into my wound through the gauze...
Fucking hell! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?!
My hand that was already halfway to swat his sinful hand away turned to clung on it instead. I muttered between clenched teeth, "C-Chris!"
Before I can curse him further, I felt a pair of soft lips sealed mine, preventing the pained cries from escaping my mouth.
...
The little me in my brain slumped onto the soft pink juicy ground. Obviously failing to analyze this development. She dazedly muttered 'What's going on?' over and over again.
...
The kiss was overbearing and frantic. The hand that has been pressing on my wound made its way to my waist, pulling me closer to eliminate the gap between us while the hand at the back of my head gripped my short hair harder.
I was kissed to the point of oblivion. I can feel my legs slowly turning into jelly as the kiss gets deeper. Muffled moans and gasps reverberate in the air and my hands unconsciously clung to his back to prevent myself from falling on my knees.
I suddenly felt like I returned to my old self. Returned to the memories of Chris and I rolling in the sheet. It was always this hot and steamy as if we're ready to devour each other. Leaving not a single bone behind.
I've been returning Chris's fierce kiss subconsciously, which seems to arouse him even more. The painful tug in my hair subsides as I felt his right hand roamed around my chest for a while, circling the nipple behind the thin fabric and gave it a teasing pinch.
I gasped at the stimulation. A mixture of pain and pleasure coarse through my brain. The little me inside frantically tugs my frontal lobe while guarding my nucleus accumbens against the incoming barrage of neurons, reminding me that this whole thing is not right. But my desire overwhelms her desperate admonition.
I've lost control of my rationality. All I can think of is the warmth of Chris's body. My body yearns for his touch. My heart longed for him. I went from passively receiving to actively responding to the passionate assault.
Unknowingly, his hands have traveled to my backside. While his left hand gave one of the mounds a squeeze, the other received a spank from his right hand. He then proceeded to circle his arms around my thighs and lifted me. I was then pushed down to sit half-propped on the counter between the two washbasins.
Our lips finally parted and my erratic breathing filled the air. Chris was no better. His intense gaze lingered on my face as his hand tugs the hem of my pants. He then said in a hoarse voice, "Say you want me, Aaron."
Say you want me, Aaron.
Aaron...
Everything around me suddenly went silent as I finally regained my reasoning. The throbbing erected manhood, that I've forgotten during our passionate bout just before, gone limp in the next second. My breathing calmed and my desire to be held doused as if it has never existed. My passionate gaze was replaced by a pair of dull eyes.
What the hell? How can I forget that this was the guy who colludes with my best friend to kill me? Why do I still crave this jerk?
Have you not learned your lesson, Dakota? Hasn't he fucked both you and your life enough?
Covering my face with my palms, I let out a mocking laugh. It was small at first but it gets louder when Chris successfully pulled my pants down to my ankle, leaving my lower half only in a tight brief. He suddenly paused his actions.
My self-mocking laugh was slowly mixed with an agonizing cry. A cry of sympathy dedicated to me. I wonder what sin have I committed for fate to let me meet this demon. Hah!