ABC: Anger
By: ultimateheatherfan
He made me want to scream. I wish I never met him. He would constantly cause me unwanted pain. Of course, I would cause him the same amount, but I never really understood why he made me yell. His name, Duncan. Could it be that I was jealous? Or maybe it was the insane lust that was building up in my body.
"Hey gorgeous," the delinquent said. His deep voice, made me want to melt. As sure as I was that I had hatred for him, I couldn't help that I had some desire for him.
As the tension raised in my heart, I couldn't think of what to say. All I could think of were the facts. He was dangerous, in a way that made me want to crave him even more.
I moved a strand of hair away from my face, and exposed my alluring, gray eyes,
"My parents taught me not to play with knives." I had purposely said, in an attempt to seduce him.
I heard him give a small chuckle, then quickly resumed to the silence he gave me for short moments.
"Babe, I play with fire, but I have never witnessed anything as hot as you."
I laughed playfully for a moment. What a cheesy thing to say, hah. I wonder…
"How many times have you said that before?" I asked, hearing my voice filling up with lust.
I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He was breathing heavily at a slow pace, I hated the sense of action it was giving me. I wanted to reacted, so bad. I was thirsty for a fight. He moved in front of me, and we were now face-to-face.
"A lot, but this time I mean it," he said in the sexiest voice possible, while he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I couldn't resist him, but I wanted to be violent. The more I wanted him, the more hatred I gained. I put my hands in fists, and started pounding them on his chest softly,
"You know how much I hate you. I can't stand when you're talking to me," I had said, with every sentence getting louder and more stern. As I was speaking, he was pushing me back, each time was harder than the previous, "You're pushing it, tool. Stop it Duncan! God, you fucking bastard!"
And with that we both fell on the floor. He was on top of me, of course. I wanted to run, but he had me in a compromising position. I was kicking my legs and shaking my body, trying to get out of this trap.
"Babe, you know you want this." he whispered in my ear, with a determined voice.
I closed my eyes for a second, then opened them wide at the daring punkass. I rolled my eyes at him,
"Nothing you can do will make me forgive you! I don't want this, as much as you think I do! You can never make it better!" I said, with anger pushing out my throat. I know I wanted him, but I could never forgive him for cheating on me.
He leaned in and roughly placed his lips on mine. My eyes opened wide, I wasn't surprised, just caught-off guard. He softly kissed me at first, our lips just meeting. But, he knew he had to convince me. He pushed his tongue through our lips, wanting to wrestle with mine. I couldn't resist, as much as I loathed every part of him. My tongue met his, and they were interlocked in a rhythmic movement. For some reason, I had sweating running down my face, it made me feel hot. I ran my fingers through his hair, and ruined his Mohawk intentionally. He ran his hand down my legs, decreasing the tension. We were lost in the kiss. It didn't take long before we broke away,
I was panting and hot, "Maybe it is a little better."