Chapter 23
**Kieran Morrison**
I knew I was going to regret it from the mont our lips touched. What the hell compelled to kiss him? And why wasn’t I shoving him away even after realizing my mistake?
He went totally stiff against . I didn’t move either. It couldn’t really be called a kiss because my lips were just pressed against his, unmoving.
My shirt was clenched in his fist, probably to push away, but he didn’t. After a mont his arms slowly relaxed against .
I was surprised by his reaction. It was my turn to grow stiff against him, the full realization of what I was doing sinking deep into my head.
I inhaled sharply, in the process dragging in a lungful of his fragrance. I’d already gotten all too familiar with it over the years.
A spike of anger went through , most of it directed toward myself rather than him.
I muttered a curse inwardly and then broke away instantly and shoved him away from roughly.
He lost his footing and fell hard on his butt to the floor beneath. A cry of pain tore out from his mouth as he regarded with a hurtful expression.
Those baby pink lips I had just touched trembled violently. His blurry gaze threatened to spill out tears making them greener than ever.
Ugh, always the crybaby.
"I just wanted to know what kissing a faggot felt like," I said, my voice cold and disgusted. The words ca out harsh, but I needed to destroy whatever mont had just passed between us.
His face went white, then red with sha and humiliation.
"You think I’m gay?" I continued, my voice dripping with revulsion. "God forbid I beco a freak like you."
"Then, you shouldn’t have kissed !" he spoke aloud, his face tilted toward mine from the floor.
I couldn’t even explain to myself the reason I kissed him. In response to his question, I used the most effective weapon I handled best when it ca to dealing with him. My sharp words.
"Don’t ever think I kissed you because I like you, or in that mont did you start thinking you turned special to ?" My response ca hard and cold as I regarded him blankly.
His face spurted a deeper shade of red, probably from anger, embarrassnt, or perhaps a mixture of both.
I tilted my chin to an angle, my next words coming out in a sneer.
"You should thank for giving you your first kiss. An ugly thing like you would probably have to wait until forever and no one would still spare you a glance," I taunted.
He slowly limped his way back to his feet, making a swipe motion to his lips as if to erase it from his mories.
For so reason it didn’t sit quite well with .
"It wasn’t my first," he mumbled in a low tone, but his words didn’t go past my ears. My rigid fingers curved into a fist as an unidentified emotion swept through . Right now I badly wanted to hurt him.
To see him cry.
Only this ti it wasn’t because of my hate or revenge against him. I pushed aside the feeling as unreasonable. I despised him so much. It was no fucking business of mine as to which loser he probably had kissed.
"Then my pity is all wasted. I kissed a loser like you for nothing."
His lips compressed into a tight line. He turned around, probably to leave, when I snatched his arm using it to pin him against the wall.
"What more do you want from !" he cried out.
I waved the phone in front of his face. His eyes widened to saucers. My guess was right - he had forgotten he was still laying in my control.
"You are not g-going to upload it, are you?" his voice cracked out, his eyes brimming with those tears again.
Could he not fucking do that all the ti! Always making himself so weak and pathetic. He never cried in front of others. Hell, he even fought them if need be. So why does he always act so pitiful in my presence?
If he fought hard against , it would be more fun for to hurt him. It would give deep aning that I was really harming him. Why was it that he never fought or defended himself against ?
Since it was so, I could only help him beco more pathetic.
"You said you would do anything!" I stated, my intent gaze burning into his to read the sudden indecision.
"K-Kieran, just delete it please. What would you possibly gain by ruining my lif..." His words trailed off. The resigned look in his gaze told he already found the answer to his question.
Everything.
I would gain everything.
A sharp hiss escaped his mouth when I withdrew my grip on his hands.
"Seems soone is changing his mind. We have nothing to discuss. I think I’ll just keep this with an..."
"No Kieran, I’m begging you. Fine, I’ll do whatever you want!" He was sobbing fully now. Like I cared about that.
He flinched notably when I caught onto a strand of his hair. He was expecting the worst out of . I couldn’t say that he was wrong.
"Now that you’ve agreed to be a good little pet, let’s see about it."
His lips compressed tightly at my words, but he didn’t utter a single word.
"You will beco my little slave, right?" I tapped twice on his chin, earning another sob from him.
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I made my way outside, my car keys dangling between my fingers. After I had made sure he understood my statent, I had allowed him to leave.
He had run off wearing a pale horrified look without a backward glance. I had deleted the crappy video imdiately after that. He should have known I wouldn’t need a damn video before I could get him to do whatever I wanted. But it had been satisfying watching him getting so worked up by the thought I would release his nudes.
I saw Amanda standing relaxed against my car, her expression hard. Well, I wasn’t too keen either, not after that stunt she had pulled by once again referring to as her boyfriend... and then again the other thing.
"Get off," I stated tonelessly. She was fucking blocking my passage to get inside the car.
"I saw you kissing that freak, how could you do this to ! You know how much I loathe him, I thought you hated him too, so explain to what you were doing kissing him!" She gritted, her face spurting red with rage.
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