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This is the day Whaley gave me the first of many, many lessons that I’ll never forget. No one bad is ever truly bad, and no one good is ever truly good.
I still remember the way he looked up at me and how his big brown eyes held mine. It was like all the air was sucked out of the room. It just took me by surprise, the sheer intensity of my reaction to him, and I knew it wasn’t going to be something I would shake anytime soon. I’d never experienced anything like that before. I was so lost, so entranced, that it took me a moment to come back to reality.
I’m drowning. I’m suffocating. I’m dying a little more inside every damn day.
He rears back and I tense, fully expecting the feel of his flying fist again, so I’m even more shocked when he releases an almost silent curse before smashing our lips together.
“Did you just fuckin’ kiss me?” I growl, advancing on him once more. It’s like a game of cat and mouse, only I don’t know who is playing which role.
“Let me the hell up.” I chuckle, shaking my head as I lean down, my mouth ghosting over his when I speak. “But I’m just gettin’ started.” Then I kiss him again, not at all caring about my busted lip. I have no idea how we got here. One second I was ready to beat his ass and the next we were kissing.
He’s like an addiction, a drug of the worst kind that’s consuming me, and all I want is my next hit. I’m like an alcoholic dying for a sip, telling myself it’ll be the last one, but always wanting more. Silas Richards is my favorite vice.
“What is it, Silas? Having trouble? Don’t want to admit you’re choking on the golden boy’s dick?”
My chest is heaving, breaths puffing past my lips harshly as he works me up. “He punched you and it pissed me off. No one fucks with you but me.”
And I fucking love it. I want him to call me that all the time. I want to be his baby every damn day and from now on, if he’ll let me.
Blaine, baby, I need you to get out of my head, you’re fucking with my ability to do life properly.
“You’re important to me. Fuck that, I’m obsessed with you, Blaine Yates. Like a toxin there ain’t no cure for. You’ve poisoned me, baby, but I’ll happily suffer for you.”
“You really are a possessive fucker,” he mutters, pushing me up so I slide off his cock. Then his fingers glide through the mess spilling from my ass. “But so am I.”
“I told you I’m possessive, but you might not know exactly what that means, so let me explain.” His hand comes up to cage my throat, raw fury in his eyes when he speaks. “You’re mine, Blaine. My guy. I fuckin’ worship you. Every time you talk, you have me on a hook. Every time you do that weird snort-laugh, I want to own you. And every time you feel bad, I want to tear the world down to fix it. Why you think I’m ashamed, I dunno, but you gotta get that thought right out of your head before I fuck it out of you.”
“Because I fuckin’ love you, you dumbass.” His eyes narrow and his voice is rigid, his profession of love violent as hell.
“I love you too,” I whimper, the tears falling at a rapid rate, and I hate the fact that I can’t touch him the way I want to.
“I love you,” I repeat against his lips. “I love you so fucking much, Si.” He pulls back, dropping my necklace, and I swear I can see his eyes watering, but Silas would never let those tears fall in front of other people. “I love you too, baby.
“Because I love you, Blaine Yates. I ain’t plannin’ on only being your first love. I’m plannin’ on being your last one too.”
