124. His Evil Ways
“Yeah, I have read every chapter of your werewolf book, and even commented a few times with a fake account.” He admits with a slight smirk, showing his majestic dimples.
Blood runs cold through my veins and I stay frozen in my seat.
Ryan read my book! All the chapters I have written till now! All the scenes! All the dialogues! All the smut! About him!
“Though I was far, I always kept my eyes on you.” He whispers huskily against my lips as he draws closer to me.
My heart thrashes wildly, unable to calm itself in his presence.
“And even now, you are the first person I came to meet after returning to the city.” Brown eyes look deeply into mine, secretly confessing to me.
“Because, I missed you.”
Ryan licks his lips, as he sensually looks down at mine.
My stomach churns, the knot in my belly tightens as he stares at me with the same old insatiable hunger, and in a heart beat, I feel the heat of his lips pressing against mine.
I gasp.
My lungs gasp with panic as I realize Ryan is kissing me, truly and deeply.
A chill races down my spine as he holds my face firmly and warm lips claim mine.
I taste the same sinful mixture of cigarettes and intoxication in my mouth, reviving all the buried memories to crawl out of me like zombies.
*It just feels like three years ago.*
The way he kissed me, played me, and tainted me his with narcotic touch.
I struggle to breathe as his other hand slowly sides down to my neck, sending tremors through me when his wicked fingers caress the sensitive back of my neck, right at the knot of my dress.
Fear grips me and I attempt to pull away, but he intensifies the kiss and bites my lips, sealing our mouths together like a devil’s contract.
I feel helpless under *his evil ways.*
It feels like history is repeating itself all over again.
My heart pounds violently, each pulse magnified by the heat of his hot lips as they sensually suck mine, igniting a fiery trail of sparks racing down to the core between my legs.
Involuntarily, my thighs press together, and he notices too.
My mouth opens with an erotic push of his nicotine tongue, while his thumb grazes the curve of my heaving breast as he lets his hand slide down my arm.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t push him away as he boldly feels me again, strumming with the strings of my body, replaying the same tune as three years ago.
Goosebumps erupt on my flesh under his pervert touch, spreading down to my legs, and I shiver again.
Ryan leisurely let his hand slide on my thighs, while his tongue dirty dances with mine, licking my insides as he deepens the kiss.
My chest heaves up and down as I struggle to maintain control over my body’s response as his fingers trace a tantalizing path to my inner thighs.
A shudder passes through me and I shiver again as he drags his hand back, taking my dress with it and exposing my bare thighs to the pleasure of his view.
The car fills with the sound of wet kisses and the loud thumping of my heart banging against my ribs. I am trembling under his devilish touch and feverish lips, yet he shows no instinct to let me go.
His wandering hand edges closer to my panties, and suddenly he freezes.
His tongue and lips detach from mine, as he slowly glances down at his stomach, where the blade of my cutter is firmly pressed.
Ryan looks up at me, his eyebrows scrunch in confusion as he glares at me with a serious look, “Amara, what is that?”
“It’s *fucking* Em-aa-ra, with an E. Get this in your stupid thermocol head.” I growl, slapping his hand away from my body.
*I should have known, he came back to just hookup with me!*
“What did you call me?” Ryan narrows his eyes dangerously at me and my grip on the cutter tightens, ready if he makes any move.
“Did I stutter? Stupid thermocol head!” I spat at him furiously, not believing myself how I even fell for a player like him.
*How blind was I?*
“If you said one more word..”
“What you gonna do, huh? Run back to Europe, like a coward you are!” I grit my teeth, realizing how pathetic this man is.
He is not even a man, just a spoiled brat of a rich ass father who never belted his ass for his asshole behaviour.
*Gosh! What did I even see in him?*
“Listen, Ryan you-damn-son!” I raise my blade to his throat, inches away from his veins. “If you try to kiss me again, or even touch me.. I’ll paint you in your own blood.”
Brown eyes widen in shock, as he stares at me with unblinking disbelief in his eyes, not believing what I just said.
Even I can’t believe myself. Some motherfuckers really bring out the murderer in me.
Ryan cautiously raises his hands in surrender and attempts to speak calmly to me, “Amara.. I know you ar-”
“What did I tell you, bitch?” I shove my cutter closer to his neck and growl in his face, “It’s EM-AA-RA. With an E!”
I let the tip touch his throat as I scowl, “Say it!”
“Fine. Amara Widany!” He exhales sharply, recoiling back into his seat.
*What did this bitch say?*
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