Kai's POV
Zane's kisses started becoming intense, carnal, and hungry, stealing my inhibitions, leaving me wanting for more. The tension continued to rise, and my hunger continued to intensify. My hands gripped his arm—undecided whether to push him or pull him closer.
I was already out of breath, and he seemed to notice it when his kisses traveled down my jaw.
My eyes dilated as my body burned underneath him. His big palm pressed against my stomach, caressing my skin as my eyes fixed on the white ceiling.
"Zane…"
I can hear the music downstairs, throbbing through the wall, but my heartbeat was louder and more intense.
What am I doing? Why am I making with him? Why can't I think straight?
"Ah!" A moan escaped my lips when he traveled down further until his lips reached my collarbone. "Zane, stop it..."
My body burned even more—blood boiling in heat. My lips trembled as I bit it—teeth almost buried in it.
Every spiteful word he threw at me came rushing back. Does he know who he's kissing?
My body shivered when I felt his tongue licking my collarbone before he sucked on my skin—marking me.
I have to stop him. I have to wake up to my senses. This is wrong. This shouldn't happen.
"S-Stop..." It doesn't even sound like a resistance---it sounded like I'm convincing myself.
"Ah! Zane!" I gripped his broad shoulders tight when his sucking turned into biting.
His weight on mine—bodies pressed. I can't only feel his heartbeat, I can hear it. It was loud, fast, and rhythmic. It was syncing with mine. My sanity was barely hanging, and I know I should stop this before something happened.
"Kei…"
My body tensed. Not because of the pleasure he's giving me, but because of the name he moaned while kissing my neck and caressing my body.
Horrified, I pushed him away, and he landed on the couch—unconscious.
I felt something hot in the corner of my eyes. Was it tears?
No! I swore to not cry again over someone who doesn't deserve it. The first and the last time I cried was when Zane turned me down cold-heartedly in front of my his classmates and friends. I have no intention of crying over the same person—loving the same person more so.
I looked at him with undeniable disappointment in myself. I touched my bottom lip as I pulled myself up—shaken.
"You are no longer the weak Kai Montclair…" I whispered to myself—convincing my stupid heart and brain for wanting this man in front of me again.
He's drunk and defenseless, but he managed to terrorize me again—he monopolized my sanity.
I palmed my forehead and shut my eyes. "Calm down… Calm down…"
The chant was meant for myself, but it felt not effective, like it only fueled the rekindling heat.
My eyes fled to Zane again. He groaned, and moved on the couch. I got to see his face—crumpled, brows almost meeting at the center, lips frowning, and eyes tightly shut.
Biting my bottom lip, I shrugged the stupid though in my head.
He's drunk, and he thought I was Kei. Of course, he would never kiss me if he's in his right mind. He would never touch me that way. He would never desire me,
The thought of it made me feel so weak. If he can't look at me the way I dreamed of him to look at me, then why is he punishing me like this?
I know, in life, there are things we couldn't get. In my case, it's the love of the person I fell in love with. It was already suffocating to hide my true colors, and Zane is making it harder for me to survive my miserable every day.
Zane is my responsibility since Kei asked me for a favor. I can just leave him behind, or have someone to take care of him, but my stupid self made its way to Zane's room—carrying his arm over my shoulder as I helped him lay on the bed.
I gritted my teeth when I looked at him—sleeping like he was never a bother to anyone.
"This is where my role ends," I whispered, and was about to leave when Zane held my wrist as he pulled me close. I sprang back in front of him as he sat on the bed, and I landed weakly on his lap.
"W-What the f—"
"Shh!" His forefinger was against my lips as he looked at me with drunk eyes and playful smirk. "You look like shit, Kai."
I inhaled sharply. "You know my name…"
He laughed drunkenly. "Of course! You little devil!"
I gritted my teeth. He doesn't know what he's saying. He's so drunk, and he's out of control.
Thinking about the kiss earlier makes me suddenly angry. It happened because he slipped out of control, and not because he wants to kiss me. Besides, he saw my sister when he kissed me. He thought I was her.
Fck!
He tilted his head—his eyelids were heavy. "Hm… You bewitched me."
My lips parted. "W-What?"
Suddenly, he fell on the bed. I was taken aback as I stared at him.
What…was that?
I immediately pulled myself up when I realized I was still sitting on his lap. I was between his parted legs, and that position made my face burn.
I shook my head and messed my hair up before I stormed out of Zane's room. The heat from the kiss earlier still lingered in my head, and I found myself under the shower—doing the thing i never dreamed or thought of doing.
"Ah!" I threw my head back as my left palm pressed against the cold tile, and my other hand was stroking my hard length—remembering the knee-wobbling kiss.
The water from the shower was cold, but it didn't help me calm down. Instead, it felt like a gasoline, fueling me even more until I'm growling like a hungry wolf, until I'm exploding like a volcano, and until I'm shaking while biting down my lip so hard.
When I finished, I was panting under the shower—pulse throbbing, heart clenching, head spinning.
Why are you doing this to me, Zane? I'm still trying to get over you…