Page 65 of Scarred King

I raise my head and smile back.

“What are you doing here?” he asks curiously. “You don’t look like one of the gang.”

“That’s because I’m not exactly one of them.” I shrug.

“Who are you, then?” He orders a drink and smiles at me again.

“It will bore you.” I sip my wine.

“I can’t believe that.” He looks at me intently.

“I’m a physics student. That’s my whole life and I only feel alive at the university where I'm fulfilling myself.”

“I don’t believe it.” He puts his glass down on the bar and comes closer to me. “Boston University?”

“Yes,” I answer and nod.

“I go there too, I'm studying math.”

“Now I can’t believe it.” I burst out laughing and offer him my hand. He shakes it and shakes his head in astonishment. “So, what are you doing here?” I make a disgusted face and he takes a small black Yarmulka out of his pocket and puts it on his head.

“I’m the bride’s brother.” He laughs, and I flush with embarrassment. “It’s okay, it’s not my choice to be here, but you can’t choose your family.” He shrugs and for the first time tonight, I feel relaxed and carefree. We talk about strict professors and exams, and I can’t stop smiling. I’ve found a haven of sanity in this chaos.

“Come on, we’re leaving.” Liam puts his arm around my shoulder and looks at the guy from above.

“That’s too bad,” I say in disappointment.

“I’d like to see you again,” the sweet guy calls after me as Liam takes me away from the bar.

Liam turns around to face him, without letting go of my shoulder. “Don’t count on it,” he says in a decisive tone, and forces me to keep walking.

“You’re so rude,” I say angrily, but he doesn’t answer. He hands me my purse and keeps moving. He doesn’t say goodbye to his friends at the table but takes me quickly down the stairs and waits impatiently for me to arrange my dress and climb on the motorcycle. He sits down in front of me and drives. The iron gate swings open and as we start driving, I can’t spot the blue Volvo behind us.

The motorcycle enters the garage and the door shuts behind us.

I get off the motorcycle and he remains sitting. Suddenly, his hand grabs my arm and he pulls me towards him.

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“You can’t embarrass me like that.” The veins in his neck are standing out. He is furious.

“I apologized to her,” I answer angrily and try to get out of his grasp.

“I’m not talking about that bitch.” He raises his voice. “First you sulk all evening, and then that guy comes along and you start smiling and flirting with him.”

“Flirting?” I shout. “I found out that he studies at my university. We were talking about school.”

“I can’t compete with that…” he says quietly as he lifts me back onto the motorcycle, facing him. The folds of my dress are draped around my knees and he yanks them up, tearing the delicate material.

“Look what you did!” I shout and hit his chest. He pulls my hips to him and leans over me. I have no choice but to lay back on the curved plastic cover. He holds my head by the nape of my neck and gets close to kiss me. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and sucks my lips. My body awakens in seconds, and my mind isn't capable of objecting.

His hand slips under my dress and he is touching the top of my panties, rubbing slowly as his finger finds its way through the moisture between my legs.

“I knew it,” he raises his head and grins. I am so humiliated that tears spring to my eyes.

“You’re sick in the head.” I slap at his hand and try to get up. “What do you want from me?” I yell in frustration when I realize that I am trapped under his muscular body.

“What you won’t give me,” he yells back, and I yelp in pain. “It’s not just your body that I want.” He says painfully, “I want more!”

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