Irresistibly Yours, Enemy Mine

Chapter 11

Habang tumatagal ang kwentuhan nila Stine at Nathan sa loob ng condo, hindi nila namalayang pasado alas-dos na ng madaling araw.

Nasa kalahati na si Nathan ng kape niya, habang si Stine nakapikit, tawa ng tawa sa kwento tungkol sa college mishap ni Nathan kung saan nagkamali siya ng pasok ng room at buong sem pala siyang nakaupo sa maling klase.

“Hindi mo man lang napansin na hindi mo prof 'yung nagsasalita?” tawang-tawang tanong ni Stine.

“Akala ko lang chill lang talaga siyang magturo,” natatawa ring sagot ni Nathan.

Pero bago pa man sila muling makatawa, isang sunod-sunod na doorbell ang gumambala sa kanila.

Ding dong. Ding dong. Ding dong.

Mabilis. Parang may emergency.

Nagkatinginan sila ni Nathan.

"Late night delivery?" biro ni Nathan, pero may tensyon sa boses.

“Baka si manong guard... or neighbor,” sabay tayo ni Stine. Inayos niya ang buhok, bumuntong-hininga, at lumapit sa pinto.

Pagkabukas ng pinto—

“Alaric?!”

Bago pa niya maitanong kung anong ginagawa nito doon, mabilis ang nangyari.

Isang malakas na suntok ang binitiwan ni Alaric—diretso sa panga ni Nathan.

“PUTANGINA MO!” singhal ni Alaric. “Anong ginagawa mo dito sa condo niya?!”

Nabitawan ni Nathan ang mug, nabasag sa sahig. Napaatras siya, hawak ang panga. Gulat na gulat.

“Alaric, ano ba?!” sigaw ni Stine, tulak kay Alaric papalayo.

Alaric’s chest was heaving, nostrils flaring, parang any moment puputok ulit. “So ito na pala ngayon? Kung sino-sino na lang pinapapasok mo sa condo mo?!”

“WHAT?!” halos mabingi si Stine sa narinig. “You don’t get to do this! You don’t get to come here and throw punches like you own me!”

“He was in your condo, Stine! Gabi na! What am I supposed to think?!”

“That we’re adults!” balik ni Stine. “Na may utak ka!”

Nathan stood back up, wiping blood from his lip. “Look, I think I should go—”

“No, Nathan. You stay,” sabat ni Stine, ang mata hindi inaalis kay Alaric.

Galit na galit pa rin si Alaric pero hindi na siya gumalaw.

And then, SLAP.

Isang mariing sampal mula kay Stine.

“YOU’RE NOT MY BOYFRIEND, ALARIC!” ang sigaw niya.

Tumahimik ang buong unit.

Hindi gumalaw si Alaric. Hindi siya nagsalita. Pero sa likod ng mga mata niya, may gumuhit na sakit.

Tahimik. Tila nahulog ang gabi sa biglaang katahimikan pagkatapos ng sigaw at sampal ni Stine.

Napapikit si Nathan, dahan-dahang pinulot ang basag na mug habang hawak pa rin ang panga niyang kanina’y tinamaan. Umiling ito, pilit pinapawi ang tensyon sa mukha.

“Stine... I think I should really go,” mahina pero kalmadong sabi niya.

Tumango si Stine, nag-aalalang lumapit sa kanya. “I’m sorry, Nathan. Hindi ko inasahan ‘to.”

Ngumiti ng pilit si Nathan, kahit bakas sa mukha ang disappointment. “It’s okay. I get it. We’ll talk some other time, yeah?”

“Yeah...” bulong ni Stine.

Bago pa siya makalabas ng unit, tinapik ni Nathan si Alaric sa balikat, mahigpit at may diin. “Next time, control your fists. Hindi lahat ng lalaki kalaban mo.”

Hindi sumagot si Alaric. Nanatili lang siyang nakatayo, nanlilisik pa rin ang mga mata.

Pagkalapat ng pinto, si Stine agad na humarap kay Alaric. “Umalis ka na rin. You’ve caused enough tonight.”

Pero hindi siya gumalaw. Nanatili lang siyang nakatitig sa kanya.

Then, softly… “Then let me be.”

Napakunot ang noo ni Stine. “Ano?”

Huminga nang malalim si Alaric, parang buong bigat ng damdamin niya ay bubulwak mula sa dibdib niya. “You said I’m not your boyfriend,” he said, voice shaking, “Then let me be.”

“Alaric...”

“I know you hate me,” tuloy niya. “I know you think I’m just some spoiled, arrogant playboy who only wants to mess with you. But I’m not just messing with you, Stine.”

Naglakad siya palapit, mabagal pero diretso. Hindi nagmamadali. Hindi nananakot.

“I’ve been trying to stay away. Trying to pretend na hindi kita iniisip araw-araw simula nung gabing ‘yon. Pero, every time I see you smile at someone else—lalo na sa mga lalaking ‘yon—I want to lose my damn mind.”

Napalunok si Stine, hindi makapagsalita. Parang may bumabara sa lalamunan niya.

“I hated how you looked at me like I never meant anything to you,” bulong ni Alaric. “Pero ngayon ko lang narealize… gusto kong magkaroon ng karapatan.”

“Karapatan?” mahina niyang ulit.

“Karapatang mahawakan ka. Magselos. Umuwi ka sa ‘kin. Ako ang gusto kong makasama mo. Araw-araw. Hindi ‘yung mga barkada mo. Hindi kung sino-sino. Ako, Stine. I want you to be with me.”

Tumulo ang isang luha sa gilid ng mata ni Stine, pero pinunasan niya agad. “Bakit ngayon mo lang sinasabi ‘to?”

“Because I was afraid,” sagot ni Alaric. “Because I thought being with you would ruin everything. Yung peace natin. Yung business. Yung pamilya natin.”

“Eh ngayon?”

“Ngayon?” ngumiti siya, malungkot. “I realized... I’d rather risk everything than pretend I don’t care.”

Tahimik. Ilang segundo lang, pero parang ang tagal.

Finally, naglakad si Stine palapit sa kanya. “So ano ‘to, confession?”

“Hindi lang ‘to basta confession, Stine,” sagot ni Alaric, mata sa mata. “This is me telling you... I’m falling for you. Fast. Hard. Reckless.”

She stared at him, stunned. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

His chest heaved. He took a step closer, jaw tight, lips bruised from the fight. “Then let me be.”

The words hung in the air.

And then—she broke.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanked him down, and crashed her lips onto his.

It was fire.

Mouths clashing, tongues tangling. His hands cupped her face, pulling her tighter, deeper, like he was afraid she’d disappear. She tasted like wine and anger and something forbidden he couldn’t resist.

She gasped when he spun her around, pressing her back against the wall, his thigh pushing between her legs.

“Alaric—”

“I’m done pretending,” he growled into her mouth. “I want you. All of you.”

His lips moved to her jaw, her neck, nipping, sucking until she whimpered.

Her blouse fell to the floor.

Then her bra.

He dropped to his knees.

“W-what are you—”

He looked up, eyes blazing. “Sarap mong kainin.”

He pressed kisses to her belly, thighs, then spread her legs wider as she leaned against the wall.

When his mouth found her core, Stine cried out.

“Putangina—Alaric!”

His tongue was relentless. Flicking, sucking, stroking her clit in rhythm while two strong hands gripped her thighs to keep her steady. Then—without warning—he slid a finger inside her.

“s**t, ang sikip mo…” he muttered, adding another finger, curling it perfectly while he kept eating her like a man starved.

She came hard, moaning his name, shaking.

But he wasn’t done.

He stood, licked her release off his lips, and kissed her hard.

“You taste like f*****g heaven,” he growled.

He led her to the bed, eyes dark and hungry. Her skirt and panties were gone in seconds. He stripped next, revealing his toned, inked body, his c**k already thick and hard.

“Lie back.”

She obeyed, and he crawled between her legs, but instead of entering her, he kissed down her belly again.

“Alaric—” she gasped as he started licking her again. “You just—”

“I want more.”

His tongue played with her clit while he slowly fingered her again, faster this time, pressing into her g-spot.

Then she pushed at him, breathing heavily. “My turn.”

She pulled him up, kissed his chest, licked down his abs, and knelt in front of the bed.

Her hand wrapped around his c**k.

He hissed.

“s**t, Stine…”

She stroked him slowly, then took him into her mouth—deep, swirling her tongue around the tip before pulling back and sucking hard.

He groaned, one hand tangled in her hair. “f**k. Ganyan nga. Tangina.”

She bobbed faster, eyes locked on his as her other hand gently cupped his balls.

He pulled her up before he lost control.

“69 tayo.”

He laid on the bed, pulled her on top of him—her p***y on his mouth, his c**k between her lips.

They devoured each other.

He licked and sucked, groaning as her mouth moved up and down his shaft.

Wet. Loud. Desperate.

When they both neared the edge again, he flipped her onto her back.

“I need to f**k you now.”

“Do it,” she panted.

He entered her in one hard thrust.

They both gasped.

He moved fast, deep, hitting every spot that made her moan.

He bent down, kissing her, biting her lip, his hips never stopping. Then he sat up, lifted her leg to his shoulder, and pounded harder.

“s**t, Alaric!” she cried.

He flipped her on all fours, slapped her ass, then entered from behind.

Rough. Wet. Hot.

“You like this?” he asked, gripping her waist, thrusting hard.

“Yes—yes—don’t stop!”

He leaned forward, hand reaching around to rub her clit while he f****d her deep from behind.

Then he lay back and pulled her on top.

“Ride me.”

She straddled him, guiding his c**k back inside, bouncing fast as he grabbed her hips, thrusting upward to meet her rhythm.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too—s**t—Alaric!”

She came again, clenching around him, screaming his name.

He held her tight, grunted, and exploded inside her, hot and deep.

They collapsed, tangled and breathless.

He kissed her shoulder. “I’m not letting you go, Stine.”

This time, she didn’t pull away.