A hot mess

Chapter 18

Aria

My head spurned around in pleasure as I cummed on his hand. Damnit, I felt so embarrassed that what he did to me felt so good.

He climbed onto my bed, hovering above me with his strong muscle build. The way he stared down at me with his hungry blue eyes that made my insides clench for attention.

I should stop him, end whatever it is that is going on between us. But I can't, my body wants him, needs his skills hands on my skin, exploring every inch of it.

Evander took note of my body signals and lowered his head until his lips touched the space between my breasts.

My body sparked up like an electric wire just from feeling his lips on my skin. He worsened it by sticking out his tongue and licking my chest just to taunt me harder.

While he kissed my body, his eyes never let mine. He gazed at me under his long and beautiful lashes, railing up an uncontrollable emotion I have never felt before.

For the first time since I knew him, my heart skipped.

God, I can't possibly be in love with this monster. Heavens, please don't let me fall for this bastard.

Regardless of the amazing sensation he was sending through my body, I couldn't bear to have the thought of falling in love with the person I hated the most.

The same person that promised to ruin me, made fun of me and bullies me in the worst way ever.

Doing that would only be tying myself in an irrevocable bondage that would only cause me pain and agony.

Yet, even with my desolate heart, I let him kiss, satisfy my desire while clinging to him for more pleasure.

The way I wanted him so bad was unexplainable. I clawed at him each time him teased and inflicted pain on my skin.

I was so lost in his touch that I failed to realize that we weren't alone. And that my Mom could walk in on us at any time.

As we kissed, he trailed his hand over my body then stopped in between my legs.

When he stopped, I predicted what was going to happen next and wasn't ready for the outcome.

Before he could make another move, I held his hand pausing the intense make out between us.

"Please, I need you to stop," I muttered, panting heavily from thrilling escapade.

"You want me to stop now?!" He growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

"I don't want to have s*x with you," I blurted out, regretting my statement the moment it came out.

"What?!" he exclaimed in shock.

"You heard me right. I don't want to have s*x with you." I repeated.

His brows knitted in a frown but it didn't change my decision to end the craziness going on between us.

"Why? it's not like this is your first," he grumbled arrogantly, hurting my ego with the harsh truth.

"No, it's not and I regret that my first time had to be with you. I made a mistake then and I won't make that same mistake again. So get off me, now," I commanded, glaring up at him.

I expected him to get mad at me, focus me until I surrender to his torment. But all he did was smirk in a mocking way.

"Do you still think that Ivan would want you back? You are nothing but a filthy pass time to him. So stop fantasizing over a lost chance," he spat hatefully.

I felt a burst of anger rile up inside me and before I could control it, my hand had already turned his face to the side.

The print of my fingers quickly appeared on his cheek, red and slightly swollen.

He gritted his teeth hard in a way that terrified me. Right now, he could hurt me for hitting him. I was nothing compared to him. But instead of acting on his anger, he got off me and stormed out of my room.

Once I was certain that he was gone and I was safe for the time being, I let out the pent-up air I had been holding in.

Maybe I overreacted too much but he deserved it. He dared to say such mean words to me knowing that it would hurt me.

I just couldn't let him insult me and get away with it. Besides, Ivan and I are over. so all I want is to be alone with my peace and comfort.

However, the presence that keeps watching me while I am alone deprives me of the bliss I wish to have to myself all the time.