Thorns of Roses

Crave

Song for this Chapter:

Blue Sky-Hale

CHAPTER 20

BLAZE

The rain is still pouring hard when we came to her studio downtown.

Corinne didn't deny me her space because she let me inside because the rain was really strong.

It was an hour ago since we came here, and there she is. Looking so fine and busy doing her own thing, sculpting a very deep canvas that I didn’t know or relate about.

She’s only wearing her gray sports shorts and an oversized black nirvana shirt that I know it’s Diesel’s. Nirvana is Diesel’s thing. Maybe he left it here.

She didn’t pay me attention even if I am topless wandering around her studio. It’s like she’s in her own bubble alone.

I walked around inside her studio and looked at some canvas, sketches and paintings scattered inside her studio. What caught my attention is a big painting hidden in the farthest part of her cabinet. And if I hadn't seen the emerald green eyes peeking out, I wouldn't have known who it was.

It’s him.

Off course she would draw him, paint him, sculpt him. Make him feel like a f*****g god.

I scoffed and that caught her attention.

“What are you doing?”

I turned around to see her, she’s still sitting on her island stool while her legs are bare for me to see, her hair is messy and she looks like a mess too. A beautiful mess.

She looks at the canvas that I am looking at. Her smiled faltered “That’s the first time I tried to paint.”

“And you chose to paint him? Why?”

“Because I love him, Blaze.” She looks at me straight in the eyes not even flinching, not caring if she had my heart on the palm of her hands. Shattering it.

I scoffed but there’s no rumor in it, I catch her checking me out.

She hates me, but it can’t be denied that she wants me, or what I can only give her.

I let go of the canvas and took a confident stride approaching her, she didn't move but I saw her swallow hard and her eyes flinch. She hates me, she's mad at me, but I am making her nervous.

As soon as I am in front of her, I am in the middle of her bare legs, I cupped her face with my left hand while my other hand is, I circled it around her tiny curvy waist.

I kissed her. Hard.

Just like the first time I kissed her in her bedroom. But it’s different now, I am eager, I wanted to claim and mark my f*****g territory.

She kissed me as sloppy, and needy. She wants me.

She may not love me, but she craves me.

“f*****g stop loving him.” I breath in between our kisses, that it sounds pitiful.

It’s sounds like I am f*****g begging.

“Why?” she breathes.

This is the perfect time to slap her with the reality she’s going to face.

Her and Diesel aren’t going anywhere.

I f*****g made sure of that.

“This weekend. Our parents will be announced Diesel and Carina’s engagement.”

She stops. Like a machine that auto stop functioning.

“What?”

I didn’t remove my hold on her, I keep her in place. Not now when I can feel her p***y on my f*****g stomach.

Oh, how I want to f**k her raw and hard in front of her beloved work, in her island stool with her heart broken and mind in chaos.

“They’re going married.”

She detached herself to me and get a cigarette on my pocket then start smoking, her hands were shaking, her eyes cloudy. Her breathing is sloppy.

“I need to call him—”

“Go on, call him and make yourself a f*****g fool.”

“What did you just say?”

"You look poor for admitting your feelings to him even though you know he's going to marry your sister. What that's makes you in the eyes of your own sister?"

She took a very long drag on my cigarette, the look is f*****g sexy and hot. “This is so f*****g messed up.”

“let them know that we are dating.”

“What?” she sounds like it was an absurd idea.

“Save your pride. Let everyone know you are dating me.”

She just stares at me “Why would I do that?”

“I just told you to lessen the pain of the truth slap on your face.”

“Maybe Die doesn’t know I love him, maybe I need to tell him before it’s too late.” She looks vulnerable and in so much pain.

“Trust me, He knows.”

“What?”

“He f*****g knows that you are in love with him but he doesn’t have a ball to do something about it.”

She sobs, like a real painful sob. Honey, you don’t need to shed those tasteful tears for someone like him.

“What am I supposed to do?” she asked out of nowhere, but I am sure that question wasn’t directed to me.

I put my hands all over her body again, lick her tears on her beautiful face that caught her off guard.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You taste like a fine wine that the longer it lasts, the tastier it gets."

She put her arms around my neck as she kissed me, slow. Painfully slow for my liking but I love how it made me feel.

I kissed her neck and my hands were all over her body once again.

“f**k me.” she breathes and I smirk.

“Yes, Ma’am.” I don’t need to be told twice.