Page 33 of Mayhem

With the Kings, I have never felt genuinely terrified. Yes, they have done things that should terrify me, but they don’t. I know deep down they wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

Since the first moment I met them, something drew me in. I don’t know what it is, maybe fate or destiny. Or it's just pure lust, but there is something there.

I have gotten to know Zeus and Odin for the last couple of weeks, and I can’t imagine my life without him now. I want to know Midas. I want to connect with them. I don’t know what I want with any of them, but I want something. Would I be able to pick just one of them? Probably not.

I have already experienced so much because of them. They make me want to be spontaneous and adventurous like they are. I want to keep having more experiences with them. In such a short amount of time, they have started to help break me out of the prison I was locked in. I know they are the key to escaping it. It’s weird to say that about people I barely know, but I feel it. They have made me feel this sense of belonging and acceptance.

After a few more minutes of not hearing or seeing anyone, I decide it’s safe to leave the alley and head home. I keep my head down and turn a corner, bumping into what feels like a soft brick wall. Strong hands reach out, grabbing my arms, stopping me from falling.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry.” I start saying, looking up to see who I bumped into.

Midas.

He peaks around the corner I just emerged from, looking for anyone who might have been there with me. His face is stern until he notices no one else is there. He looks down at me, and I instantly feel better knowing he is here.

“What were you doing in that alley?” Midas’s body is tense, his hands gripping me a little tighter. I can smell alcohol on him, but there is a coppery smell to him as well. His eyes are dark and full of something. Concern? I can’t tell, but something is there in his gaze.

“I was just buying some drugs.” I joke, hoping to break the weird tension between us. His eyes go wide before he scowls at me. The joke is not well received, noted. “I’m just kidding, Midas. I was out for a run and took a break.”

He looks at my outfit. I'm not exactly wearing running attire. He raises a brow at me, expecting me to give him the truth. Technically, it is the truth, but I don’t want to say why I was running.

He moves his hand from my upper arm to my neck, and his thumb caresses my cheek. His touch is so soft, comforting almost, but with an edge of control. His usually bright golden amber eyes are full of hunger. I lean into his touch, enjoying this rare moment of peace with him. He pulls me closer to him, our chests touching. He leans down until his full lips are so close. If one of us moves, we will kiss.

“Now, tell me why you were running, angel? I hate when my things lie to me.” He whispers into my ear. The alcohol on his breath is even stronger now that he is so close to me.

“You don’t own me, Midas,” I whisper back before I push him. He doesn’t move far, only far enough for me to fully extend my arms between us. I look into his eyes again and know I have to ask him this question. I need the answer. I need to know if he feels the same way I do or if I am imagining everything. “Why are you three so obsessed with me?”

It’s the one question that has been bothering me the most. Why me? I am not special. Lord knows plenty of girls at this school would gladly fall to their knees or lie on their backs for those three. I’m pretty sure the only girls that aren’t falling all over them are me and my friends. They seem immune to the charm and charisma that the Kings exude. Is that why they want me, because I don’t fall at their feet like everyone else?

His eyes look like they are glowing with anger. His hand moves from the side of my throat in a comforting manner to the front, practically strangling me. He pushes me until I hit the wall of the building behind us. I don’t bother trying to get him off of me. His grip is tight, but he isn’t cutting off my oxygen. He keeps staring into my eyes like they will give him the answers he wants.

I hold my ground, refusing to let him get to me. I want to feel angry, but I feel desire more than anything. I should be scared after everything Evan put me through. I should hate having Midas man-handle me the way he does, but I don’t. I knew Evan would hurt me when he touched me. But with Midas, I can tell he would never treat me the same way. I have come to love the power he has over me. He should be able to make me feel small and weak, but it's the opposite.

He continues to search for something in my eyes. I want to reach out and touch him, comfort him. Something is bothering him. It’s clear to see. I wish I knew what he was looking for. I wish I could give him what he desperately needs right now.

Midas sighs and loosens his grip on my throat, his hands falling to his sides in defeat. I take a step towards him and place my hand on his chest. I can feel his rapid heartbeat. His body stiffens for a second at the contact, then relaxes.

He slams his hands against the wall on either side of my head, his body pushing me against the rough brick. I can feel the heat from his body seeping through my dress. His growing erections pressed against me. I slide my hand up from his chest and rest it against his neck. He whispers something that I can’t hear. I almost ask him to repeat himself, but his lips are on me. Midas is kissing me with a hunger that I have never felt before.

His kiss is demanding and needy like this is the one thing he wants. I give it all to him. I sink every feeling I have for him into this kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close, not wanting it to end. I don’t notice his hands move until they cup my ass, and he picks me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slams me back against the wall. I feel him against the thin material of my panties and moan into his mouth. He growls his approval and starts moving his hips.

Each thrust is heightening everything I feel for him.

We battle for dominance with the kiss, but I know he has total control over me. His tongue dances with mine as he continues pressing his erection against me. Desire pulsing through me like a tidal wave. I can feel the impending release that I so desperately crave.

I scream into his mouth as I find my release. He pulls away from me and gives me a wicked smile. I stare up at him, dazed and a little drunk from ecstasy. He gently places me back on the ground, my legs still wobbly. He holds me until I feel like I can hold myself up.

I can’t stop thinking how that was the most spectacular thing I have ever felt. I felt so connected and wanted by him. Midas and I haven’t always had the easiest relationship with each other. Most days he seems annoyed that I am around, especially when Valerie is nearby. But I have seen him when he is alone. I have noticed him watching me.

Right now, he is giving me the same look he does when he thinks I don’t see him. He looks at peace and happy. I want to kiss him again. I close my eyes and list myself up, ready to touch my lips to his.

Midas lets out a low, dangerous chuckle as he steps away from me. I snap my eyes open and look at him. He looks like a completely different person. Gone is the easy going guy he was, and in his place is something dark and dangerous. A mask he wears well.

“You think this is about you? You think I give a damn about you. No. I couldn’t care less about you. I just don’t want to lose. I refuse to lose.” His voice is quiet but deadly.

His words are like venom, slowly sinking in and paralyzing me. He doesn’t care about me. And what does he mean by losing?

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I whisper back. Not wanting to hear the answer, but I have to know.

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