CHAPTER TWELVE
MALAKAI
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We sometimes make stupid choices for the people we love, even knowing how wrong they are, but they say love is the most important thing, right...?
No wait...
Right?
My decision brings me to this place, and I can't believe that Pierce is living in a whole freaking mansion.
I mean, since his father is an influential politician and his mother is a well-known professor, it's to be expected.
But still...
This is too much.
Nervousness squeezes up my insides with every step that I take.
You know, it's not too late to change your mind, the voice in my head warns. The courage I had a few days ago is nowhere to be found.
Yeah, even if not for Lana, what if Pierce actually reveals those pictures to my parents?
He's one crazy son of a bitch, I know he will actually do it.
I meet Pierce's mother in the luxurious modern-style living room after a maid ushers me inside. Everywhere is spotless and white.
They even have servants!
I've seen her on the local news a few times, so I instantly recognize her.
She doesn't even acknowledge me, not even when I greeted her.
Weird.
She keeps on cleaning the shiny glass table without breaking concentration, but it already looks spotless...
And can't the servants do this?
"Now, my hands are dirty, get me more soap and water," She suddenly looks up, and I grow uneasy under her unwavering gaze; her eyes are too similar to Pierce's; it's unsettling.
"Pierce is upstairs, the last room by your right." The maid gestures to me.
I nod awkwardly.
Pierce's mother's gaze follows me upstairs; what's that look on her face? It's so cold that I feel shivers.
I walk around the spacious house. Everywhere is so clean and sparkling, but the white colours make it look like a psych ward.
I stand at Pierce's door for some extra minutes before building up the courage to knock, but there is no response.
I turn the knob timidly, it unlocks and I open it slowly.
I see Pierce almost instantly; he sits on the ground, his back facing me, and he doesn't even turn around.
The low whimper that resembles the noise of a wounded animal is the only sound in the silent room.
I see the anguished-looking dog on Pierce's thigh, and panic slices through me.
Is he hurting it?
I sprint inside the room without thinking.
"Pierce...!" I yell, and he looks up; I halt at the look of stark sorrow.
His eyes look slightly red. Did he cry?
No, someone like him isn't capable of that. Vulnerabilities aren't something that Pierce can possess.
My eyes slowly shift from his to the dog on his lap; it looks very sickly and continues to whimper in obvious pain.
"I'm just giving Lou her medicines, when did you arrive?" Pierce says in a low voice.
"She's sick..." I mutter dumbly.
Pierce smiles slightly, but his eyes remain anxious as he continues to rub his dog's back tenderly, everything about this look scared me, I can't understand him. At all.
What's going through his mind?
"Last-stage cancer, but everything can be fixed; there's nothing that can't be fixed." He murmurs.
I've done enough volunteer work at the animal shelter to know the best decision for cases like this, this poor animal will never make it and no matter the love and attachment you feel for them, you can only... Let go.
"You'll get better soon, Lou; I'll make sure of it," Pierce whispers.
A cold feeling settles in my chest, if I can feel Pierce's sadness, I wonder how terrible he must feel.
I guess even psychopaths have their off days.
Pierce finished giving the medications and Lou wanders out of the room weakly.
"Not everything can be fixed Pierce, Sometimes we end up giving them more pain simply because we chose not to let go."
"Shut up, I'm not putting Lou down!" Pierce barks at me, he stands to his feet in this next instance.
"Pierce, I'm only trying..."
"You don't know anything, I can fix her!" He growls furiously.
"Oh come on, she is a living creature, not some broken toy with spare parts that can be replaced, and even toys get replaced sometimes. If nothing can be done, at least spare her the pain!"
Pierce marched towards me, the tension that oozes from him makes me cower.
"Who the fuck are you to say that? Don't be in my business!" He sneers.
I shudder from his closeness, he's right, why am I so concerned? It is unlike me to poke my nose where it doesn't belong.
Pierce takes another step forward, completing the distance between us, a disturbing smile is plastered on his face.
"Kai, how about we go take a shower?"
Dizziness and apprehension strike me hard. I had already forgotten the reason that brought me here, but it seems Pierce has not.
I swallow hard as he leads us to the spacious bathroom; there is this huge bathtub and also a shower stand.
"Take off your clothes!"
I'm so nervous; my hands are trembling, and I can't even go through with the first button.
"I'll help you," Pierce says impatiently. In a blur, my shirt is gone, and he is staring at me intensely like some piece of meat. I suddenly have the urge to cover my exposed chest with my palms, but Pierce tugs at my pants and starts to unbuckle my belt.
"No... Wait!" I shriek.
"It's too late to change your mind!" Pierce growls.
The sound of my zipper ripping apart echoes in the air.
I'm conscious of being only in my underwear, and Pierce obviously is too.
"Your face is all red, does it make you nervous when I stare at you?"
Of course, I am! What does he think?
We're both guys, and this feels so wrong. I can't believe that my first time is actually going to be with a guy! The thought nearly brings tears to my eyes.
Pierce toys with the waistband of my underwear. "I want to look at you all day..."
He suddenly dips his hand inside and strokes my dick.
"Ah!" I yelp when he starts to massage my balls. He seems oddly pleased by my reaction.
"Aw, did you shave for me, baby?" He smiles and I glower at him.
"Bastard, you know this is how it's been, and don't call me that!" I grit.
His smile only gets wider.
"Is it? Let me remember, you seem to be much smaller than I remember, is it because you're scared..."
Pierce chuckles and I have to restrain the urge to punch his face. I don't dare to do that though, not with my dick in his hands, I still recall the torment he put me through the last time.
"Shut up and get into action!" I don't mean for my words to come out the way it sounds, but Pierce seems to get excited.
Very excited.
He tugs down my underwear in the next instant and gets rid of his clothes; his chest is firm, and his whole body is hard and ripped with muscles; he must work out a lot.
He has the build every teenage boy wishes to achieve.
My eyes land on his manhood and I nearly gasp.
Even though I'd seen it that night, nothing could have prepared me for this closer look. Is that supposed to fit inside my ass? My legs clench at the thought.
No way in hell!
Since mine is smaller, it's only sensible that I get to use it on him. I'm fact, that's the only way this is going to happen!
Pierce suddenly grabs my waist, jolting me to reality, he lifts me and starts to walk into the shower.
"Wait! Put me down!" I yell mortified. I'm neither a girl nor a baby, he can't just scoop up his fellow guy like this! My pride is completely hurt.
Pierce doesn't listen to me, he only stops when we're both inside the shower, he puts me down and turns on the shower.
Such an asshole.
That is only the beginning of my embarrassing moments. Pierce grabs the soap and lathers it with his palm, I jerk when he starts to rub it all over my chest.
"I can do that myself!" I yelled I'm a grown man, I can't be getting bathed by him, but as you must have already guess, Pierce doesn't stop. He grabs my throat, and nudges me against the wall, towering me with his height.
"Not today princess, I'll do everything for you." He grins.
My whole body heats up from embarrassment; why does he always come up with the worst nickname?
I'm about to protest when Pierce kisses me. His tongue probes my lips apart, and his wet lips squelch against mine; he sucks hard at the deepest corners of my mouth hungrily.
It feels very strange.
I'm getting breathless and dizzy.
What the fuck is he being so passionate about?
My words are absorbed by his hot, probing tongue; he grabs a fistful of my hair only to deepen the kiss while rubbing the soap against my shoulders and lower back.
My enemy is kissing me! No, his mouth is consuming me, he's swallowing me whole!
I close my eyes; maybe I'll feel better if it's not Pierce's lips that are mounted on mine. I start to imagine myself somewhere else... Yes, I'm on the beach with Lana, I'm kissing her, and she is....
Pierce suddenly breaks the kiss, his lips land on my neck, and he bites down. Hard!
"What the fuck!" I scream when his grip on my hair tightens painfully, he looks pissed.
"Don't you dare think you can run away; you can't escape this; I won't let you." He snarls. His fingers grab my ass; he starts to rub the soap between my thighs.
I return his deep glare with a scowl.
"Just do whatever the fuck you want, I'm not going to stop you, but if you expect me to participate, I won't. I will do whatever I want, think about whoever I want... You can't stop me!"
A shiver breaks through me when his finger suddenly starts to trail the crack between my ass, his leathered hands start to massage my balls. Pierce's lips twitch, and his eyes suddenly have that cruel gleam.
"I can do whatever I want? Don't take back your words!"
Do whatever you want, just don't hurt me... That is what I mean to say: it's inevitable, but I can only hope that Pierce doesn't take this too far.
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