Page 119 of Scarred King

“It’s nice to know I can still throw you off balance.” He smirks again.

“It’s sad to know that you’re still an asshole.” I reply angrily.

“Some things never change.” He smiles and winks at me. “Come on, get on,” he stops smiling and his tone grows harsh.

“I told you I’m not getting on. And you can’t make me.” I turn to the right as he revs up the motor and blocks my path. “Stop it, leave me alone!” I yell.

“Aren’t those the students who were in your class?” He glances towards the university.

I turn my head and look in confusion at a group of students approaching us. “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” I whisper meanly. “Just leave me alone.”

“I think they are; these are the students.” He nods to himself, deliberately ignoring my distress. “If you don’t get on the motorcycle right now, I'll make sure they’ll have some interesting gossip about their new teacher.” He smiles again.

“You wouldn’t dare!” I shake a threatening finger at him.

“Sure I would,” he chuckles, turns off the motor and stands up as I glance backwards anxiously and realize that he is leaving me no choice.

I jump on the seat behind him. “Just drive,” I hiss angrily.

“Feel free to feel my back up with your breasts,” he says and starts the engine as the noise prevents the students from hearing the string of curses I fire at him.

My body clings to his and awakens immediately. My brain is fighting to regain control, but I kick it aside to a dark corner and revel in the heat radiating from his muscular back which is pressed against my breasts. He drives uncharacteristically slowly. When he pulls up at the first stoplight, he lays his hand on my thigh and strokes it, and I’m panting. I unclasp my hands from his stomach and start moving my fingers towards his chest. I can feel his back stiffening and I rest my head on his shoulder. For a minute I think I’m moaning out aloud. He won, I think hazily. I lost and he gained control again. My brain tries to find its way back, but when the motorcycle stops at the entrance to his garage, I realize that I need him desperately, I need him like the air I breathe. He gestures the armed guard who opens the gate and we enter. He turns off the engine and remains seated. He takes a deep breath and stretches his hand out to me. I don’t resist. I can’t talk. I don’t try to understand. I don’t need to ask any questions. I just yearn to give in to the insane passion raging inside me.

He enters the house with me and immediately goes upstairs, with me following. He stops at the entrance to the bedroom and turns around to face me. I undress quickly down to my panties and bra and cling to him, drowning in a sea of overwhelming sensations. I wrap my arms around his neck and rain hungry kisses down on his neck.

“No.” He pushes me away. He’s breathing heavily and looks distressed.

My hands drop to my sides and I stare at him awkwardly.

“First you need to feel the way I felt since you left me,” he says coldly and turns off the light. The room is completely dark, and I blink, trying to see him. “Every night since you left —” he whispers, and I feel the warmth of his breath on my face. A shiver goes down my spine, but when I put my arms out to touch him, he’s not there anymore. I exhale in frustration and hug myself. “Every night since you left, I come to this room and you’re not here.”

I sigh, feel around with my hands and finally manage to catch a hold of him. “No,” he says aggressively, and I drop them and sigh again. “I can smell you on the sheets,” he says, and I feel his warmth on my cheek. He moves away. “I wake up in the middle of the night when I think I hear you breathing.” His breath is warm on my lips and I open them in anticipation. “I tense up when I think you’re calling for help.” I hear a muffled sound and the warmth of his breath hits my stomach as I realize he is kneeling before me. I long to grasp his head and pull it to me, but I’m afraid that any attempt will drive him away. “I lie in bed and feel your touch.” Now his breath is caressing the burning spot between my legs and my head falls back as I clench my hands into fists. “My basic need to conquer you, to hear you moaning, returns every single night.” He moans and I choke. “And then I find you’re not here.” He stands up, his breath travels over my stomach again and stops at my breast. My nipple stiffens under the lace bra and I moan again. “I remember that you ran away from me.” His voice is as cold as ice. “And that I can’t claim what belongs to me.” I feel his breath moving away, and my body is covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Please let me touch you!” I beg and fumble in search of his body. “Liam, please touch me now!” I wail in frustration.

“Did you feel the pain and distress?” he asks venomously, and I whimper painfully. “Did you feel it?” he raises his voice and my eyes fill with tears. My body is burning and quivering, a feeling of desperate need combined with fury is tearing me up inside. I find my way to the window, feel around and open the curtain. A dim light fills the room, and when I turn around, I see him standing tensely in front of me, clenching his jaw in anger.

“One night!” I scream at him. “Only one night passed and you already replaced me. You didn’t look for me at night, you were too busy hearing that plastic doll moaning.” I get closer to him. “You asked if I felt the pain and distress?” I clench my hands into fists and stop right in front of him. “I felt it here.” I punch him hard over his heart. “I felt my heart exploding inside my body. I felt that I hate you!” I punch his chest again. “And then…” I take a step back. “And then I stopped feeling.” I take another step back and lean against the window. “That was it. I didn’t feel hatred anymore. I didn’t feel pain or distress.” His chest is rising and falling, and he looks at me with a tormented expression on his face. “I didn’t feel anything,” I say furiously, “just a vast emptiness.” I tilt my head back and close my eyes. “I didn’t want to want you and I didn’t want you to want me.”

He props his arms on the window on each side of my head as my body ignites again. I refuse to open my eyes and see him so close to me. “Where did you feel it?” he whispers, and his scars caress my cheek. I gasp. “Where did you feel that emptiness?”

His warm breath on my ear is making me dizzy. I raise my hand and place it over my heart. “Here,” I whisper.

“Where else?” he whispers as he press his lips against my neck.

I take his hand and place it between my legs. “Here,” I whisper and lock my thighs around it.

He slides his hand over where I'm on fire. “Where else?” he groans.

I pull his hand back and put it on my head. “Here. I felt it here the most,” I whisper as tears stream down my face.

“I was waiting to hear that.” His arms lift me and lay me down on the carpet. He lies on top of me and rubs his body against mine. “I wanted to know that I got inside there.” He kisses my forehead and takes his shirt off. “If your crazy brain understood the results of your lost battle, you really are mine.”

“But you moved on.” I move my head away, avoiding his lips, surrendering to the last warning sign. “You brought your plastic doll into my world to humiliate me.”

“You’re so smart.” He grips my chin firmly, forcing me to look into his sad eyes. “And so stupid…” He presses his lips against mine and kisses me urgently. “I knew you’d look for me and find that gossip.” He raises himself on his elbows and squirms over me, as he removes his pants and underwear. I feel his hardness between my legs. “I hoped you'd understand that I had chosen to move into your world because I can’t live without you.”

I burst into tears and he buries his head in my chest, his tongue moving over the fabric of my bra. He bites my nipple lightly, unclips the bra and throws it aside.

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