CHAPTER SIX
MALAKAI
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Pierce ignores my questions, he merely walks to the side of the room to pour himself a drink and makes himself comfortable on the couch in the room.
He takes a sip of his drink, watching me through the rim of the glass, seeming to enjoy every second of my anxiety.
"What do I want? Hmm, now what do I want, you tell me?" He taps his jaw with a finger.
This fucker!
What's he being so dramatic for? I'm still furious that he invaded my privacy.
Pierce takes another sip of his drink and extends the glass towards me.
Is he expecting me to drink from the same glass? I can't even hide my disgust as I stare at him.
"I don't drink alcohol," I say, which isn't a lie.
"Well, you're gonna," Pierce says softly, but I can hear the threat laced in his voice. His hand remains extended. Right now, he practically calls all the shots; I guess I really don't have a choice.
Just a drink right? If this is all it takes...
I snatch the glass from his hand, pour the entire contents into my mouth, and swallow it all at once.
Big mistake!
The bitter taste is choking, and my chest feels so fucking hurt I think it may just explode. I start to cough, or is this actually poison? Is he trying to kill me?
How the hell can anyone enjoy this?
"It really shows that it's your first time drinking; you have to take it slow, you know, Poor baby, Tsk..."
"Don't call me that!" I growl, Pierce certainly has the talent of knowing exactly how to rile me up.
His eyes twitch with an unreadable emotion as he pours another glass, he lifts it to his lips and drinks before extending it to me.
Gross! Not again.
My eyes narrow at him, what the hell is his problem?
"I can't continue to swallow your saliva!" I hiss at him in irritation, his dark eyes flare heatedly as he says,
"You swallowed before, and you're going to keep swallowing it if that's what I want... you don't have a choice remember?" He remarks crudely.
What the hell have I gotten myself into? I know Pierce is always an asshole, but this is beyond cruel!
My tolerance for alcohol is very low. I already feel dizzy from the first drink, and the last thing I want is to end up drunk in this place; I still have to return home...
"Pierce, I really can't..."
"If you don't want it, then you can fucking leave this instant!"
I accept the drink from him and try to drink it slowly as he'd said, but it still fucking burns; my eyes are already watering before I can empty the glass.
"See? Wasn't so hard, was it? Such a good boy." Pierce smiles at me and I seeth internally with rage.
"Are you satisfied now... ?" Stupid Lunatic! I glower silently.
"Not nearly enough,"
What else does he want before he can delete those pictures? I already did what he wanted. My impatient stare meets his nonchalant ones as he sprawls on the couch as though he is king.
"You used Lana's name as your password, so stupid and predictable." He scoffs "Your life revolves only around her, and I hate it." His voice drips with a sudden chill that spreads goosebumps through my body.
Perhaps, I've been wrong all these while. He's clearly protective of Lana... Why is he so confusing?
"Then what do you want from me? For me to stay away from her..."
Pierce laughs scornfully at my statement, cutting me off.
"I already warned you about that earlier... Why will I want that again?"
He's watching me with that cold glint in his eyes again.
"Maybe I don't want anything; I'm just going to show Lana what a disgusting prick you are; that's what's going to satisfy me."
Is he joking with me?
Then the reason he called me all the way here...
I rush towards him without thinking; big mistake because I can suddenly feel the blood rushing to my head, and I feel dizzy instantly.
The alcohol is already kicking in.
I grab the collar of his shirt, but my grip is weak.
"I already came here as you wanted; I did what you asked me, it's just pictures, it's not as if I'm harming her, neither am I harming you, just delete the pictures, for fuck's sake!"
Pierce suddenly yanks my arm, and I lose my balance, landing on his thighs in a sitting position.
He stares down at me; his next words stop me from worrying about this awkward position.
"It's just a picture? Then what about when you stole her handkerchief and... Panties? What do you have to say about that?"
I freeze.
Shock drains the blood from me as I stare at Pierce in shock and dismay.
H...how does he know that?
How... Has he been stalking me?
No way!
I would have noticed that!
"Cat caught your tongue, huh?" Pierce's hand touches my face and his thumb starts to caress my lips, and I flinch when he leans to my ear level, his teeth nearly touching the flesh.
"What did you use those items for... Did you jerk off to it?"
Shame floods through me, and I try to look away, unable to stare at his intense gaze any longer; of course, he doesn't allow it; he grasps my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
"You're blushing so hard; You must have masturbated to it; you're such a pervert!" His eyes are shrouded with so much disappointment that only intensifies my shame.
"How many times did you jerk off to it?" He says and I don't respond.
His thumb forces my mouth open, and I flinch; I try to stand up from his thigh when his other arm suddenly snakes around me.
"If you answer me ... I may just go easy on you... Once? Twice? Hmm?"
Why is he so curious to know about that? Is he even aware that this position of ours is so intimate?
I feel so strange being close to him like this!
I want to yell at him to get his stupid finger away from my mouth, but I can only lift both my palms in front of his face.
"Ten fucking times!" Pierce clenches. His anger seems to intensify.
"You're disgusting, you know that? And Lana doesn't deserve all your time and devotion; she's just an opportunistic whore like the rest of them; what about her is so good that you're so crazy for her?!" Pierce glares at me, my body already feels weak, and my eyelids are growing heavy, but I can see the upset in his dark stare.
And something else... I can't interpret it.
"She's different... And I'm going to marry her, we are going to have a lot of kids and live h_happily ever after." My words come out jumbled, shit, am I drunk already?
"Marry her? To think that I've been trying to be patient with you, but you've been having such useless thoughts of another person!" Pierce scoffs.
What does he mean by that?
He starts to text on his phone; my weak eyes are already fluttering close. No, I can't sleep here, and certainly not in Pierce's arms.
"What should I do about you? I don't want to show you, but you leave me with no other choice."
I have no idea what Pierce is talking about; once again, I attempt to leave his grip, but he suddenly stands up, lifting me in his arms.
He walks to the bed and places me on it.
"Just rest here... Until you become sober." He murmurs.
A knock sounds.
The door pushes open, and even though my vision is blurry, there is no mistake about the figure that walks in.
Even in my dreams, I'll still recognize her.
Lana.
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