Page 30 of Organized Chaos
What the hell was I doing?
She was possibly my last chance at experiencing warmth, the last person to genuinely care for me, and I was ruining it. Maya wriggled to break free, thrashing like a wild animal locked in a cage. Yet, I couldn’t let go.
She tried to shove me, but I pushed my body against hers, deliberately crushing her against the wall. It gave me access to her sweet smell and heated skin. My lips floated over her cheekbones while her warmth was... something else entirely.
Our scents intermingled. I dismissed her protests, taking advantage of how I had trapped her. The most sadistic part of me loved it. Loved that she was at my mercy without a way out, my undeniable erection pulsing between us.
With a hand on the nape of her neck, I leaned down, searching for her mouth, but Maya turned away.
For a moment, I did nothing, lazily fingering her hair. My rage was spiking though I kept my expression neutral, letting her make the right decision to turn her face back. We stood there, silently challenging one another, both ferociously wicked in this unidentified cat and mouse game.
Maya retracted first, which seemed uncharacteristic of her. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” I quietly agreed.
I hovered, waiting for Maya to face me.
She refused.
Our time together was progressing at a steady pace until this unfortunate setback. Now, we had confronted each other’s inner demons, assessing the other distrustfully, though one thing was for sure—I had this need for her that would never be satiated.
All I wanted to do was throw her on the floor and fuck her brains out until she forgot about her classes or about returning to her stupid life or did anything that didn’t involve me.
However, Maya didn’t want me right now, and I was resolute not to let this situation deteriorate further.
She is my last hope; I reminded myself over and over.
“I’ll take the car into town to see if they can fix it,” I whispered gravely against her temple.
I wasn’t planning on taking the car to a mechanic, seeing as nothing was wrong with it. I just needed a minute to gather myself before doing something I regretted.
I’d also have cell service in town and could use it to call Aldo. He was employed by my family. Dad was suspicious of anyone trying to take advantage of our money and often employed Aldo’s help to run background checks for those we associated with. The resource was handy as I needed to learn about Maya and her mysterious family.
It wasn’t like she could leave anyways. This place was too remote and impossible to leave without transportation. The parts about Uber, cell service, and weak Wi-fi were all true.
With her eyes still on another corner of the room, Maya nodded, remaining complacent in my arms. Running my hands through my hair multiple times, I steadied my rampant emotions, but not before dragging her face back for a slow, dominating kiss, hoping to erase our horrific exchange. Things had escalated so quickly between us that we were both left stunned by the turn of events, and I needed to get us back on track.
Maya resisted, giving me nothing in return. Even when I poured my very soul into her with that kiss, Maya remained aloof until I pushed off her.
As I snatched the car keys off the counter, I realized that I came here to say goodbye to my father, yet that goodbye with Maya was the one to almost break me.
