Chapter 6

• CHAPTER SIX
• MALAKAI
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• Pierce ignores my questions, he merely walks to the side of the room to pour himself a drink and makes himself comfortable on the couch in the room.
• He takes a sip of his drink, watching me through the rim of the glass, seeming to enjoy every second of my anxiety.
• "What do I want? Hmm, now what do I want, you tell me?" He taps his jaw with a finger.
• This fucker!
• What's he being so dramatic for? I'm still furious that he invaded my privacy.
• Pierce takes another sip of his drink and extends the glass towards me.
• Is he expecting me to drink from the same glass? I can't even hide my disgust as I stare at him.
• "I don't drink alcohol," I say, which isn't a lie.
• "Well, you're gonna," Pierce says softly, but I can hear the threat laced in his voice. His hand remains extended. Right now, he practically calls all the shots; I guess I really don't have a choice.
• Just a drink right? If this is all it takes...
• I snatch the glass from his hand, pour the entire contents into my mouth, and swallow it all at once.
• Big mistake!
• The bitter taste is choking, and my chest feels so fucking hurt I think it may just explode. I start to cough, or is this actually poison? Is he trying to kill me?
• How the hell can anyone enjoy this?
• "It really shows that it's your first time drinking; you have to take it slow, you know, Poor baby, Tsk..."
• "Don't call me that!" I growl, Pierce certainly has the talent of knowing exactly how to rile me up.
• His eyes twitch with an unreadable emotion as he pours another glass, he lifts it to his lips and drinks before extending it to me.
• Gross! Not again.
• My eyes narrow at him, what the hell is his problem?
• "I can't continue to swallow your saliva!" I hiss at him in irritation, his dark eyes flare heatedly as he says,
• "You swallowed before, and you're going to keep swallowing it if that's what I want... you don't have a choice remember?" He remarks crudely.
• What the hell have I gotten myself into? I know Pierce is always an asshole, but this is beyond cruel!
• My tolerance for alcohol is very low. I already feel dizzy from the first drink, and the last thing I want is to end up drunk in this place; I still have to return home...
• "Pierce, I really can't..."
• "If you don't want it, then you can fucking leave this instant!"
• It's a lie. He knows I can't leave.
• I accept the drink from him and try to drink it slowly as he'd said, but it still fucking burns; my eyes are already watering before I can empty the glass.
• "See? Wasn't so hard, was it? Such a good boy." Pierce smiles at me and I seeth internally with rage.
• "Are you satisfied now... ?" Stupid Lunatic! I glower silently.
• "Not nearly enough,"
• What else does he want before he can delete those pictures? I already did what he wanted. My impatient stare meets his nonchalant ones as he sprawls on the couch as though he is king.
• "You used Lana's name as your password, so stupid and predictable." He scoffs "Your life revolves only around her, and I hate it." His voice drips with a sudden chill that spreads goosebumps through my body.
• Perhaps, I've been wrong all these while. He's clearly protective of Lana... Why is he so confusing?
• "Then what do you want from me? For me to stay away from her..."
• Pierce laughs scornfully at my statement, cutting me off.
• "I already warned you about that earlier... Why will I want that again?"
• He's watching me with that cold glint in his eyes again.
• "Maybe I don't want anything; I'm just going to show Lana what a disgusting prick you are; that's what's going to satisfy me."
• Is he joking with me?
• Then the reason he called me all the way here...
• I rush towards him without thinking; big mistake because I can suddenly feel the blood rushing to my head, and I feel dizzy instantly.
• The alcohol is already kicking in.
• I grab the collar of his shirt, but my grip is weak.
• "I already came here as you wanted; I did what you asked me, it's just pictures, it's not as if I'm harming her, neither am I harming you, just delete the pictures, for fuck's sake!"
• Pierce suddenly yanks my arm, and I lose my balance, landing on his thighs in a sitting position.
• He stares down at me; his next words stop me from worrying about this awkward position.
• "It's just a picture? Then what about when you stole her handkerchief and... Panties? What do you have to say about that?"
• I freeze.
• Shock drains the blood from me as I stare at Pierce in shock and dismay.
• H...how does he know that?
• How... Has he been stalking me?
• No way!
• I would have noticed that!
• "Cat caught your tongue, huh?" Pierce's hand touches my face and his thumb starts to caress my lips, and I flinch when he leans to my ear level, his teeth nearly touching the flesh.
• "What did you use those items for... Did you jerk off to it?"
• Shame floods through me, and I try to look away, unable to stare at his intense gaze any longer; of course, he doesn't allow it; he grasps my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
• "You're blushing so hard; You must have masturbated to it; you're such a pervert!" His eyes are shrouded with so much disappointment that only intensifies my shame.
• "How many times did you jerk off to it?" He says and I don't respond.
• His thumb forces my mouth open, and I flinch; I try to stand up from his thigh when his other arm suddenly snakes around me.
• "If you answer me ... I may just go easy on you... Once? Twice? Hmm?"
• Why is he so curious to know about that? Is he even aware that this position of ours is so intimate?
• I feel so strange being close to him like this!
• I want to yell at him to get his stupid finger away from my mouth, but I can only lift both my palms in front of his face.
• "Ten fucking times!" Pierce clenches. His anger seems to intensify.
• "You're disgusting, you know that? And Lana doesn't deserve all your time and devotion; she's just an opportunistic whore like the rest of them; what about her is so good that you're so crazy for her?!" Pierce glares at me, my body already feels weak, and my eyelids are growing heavy, but I can see the upset in his dark stare.
• And something else... I can't interpret it.
• "She's different... And I'm going to marry her, we are going to have a lot of kids and live h_happily ever after." My words come out jumbled, shit, am I drunk already?
• "Marry her? To think that I've been trying to be patient with you, but you've been having such useless thoughts of another person!" Pierce scoffs.
• What does he mean by that?
• He starts to text on his phone; my weak eyes are already fluttering close. No, I can't sleep here, and certainly not in Pierce's arms.
• "What should I do about you? I don't want to show you, but you leave me with no other choice."
• I have no idea what Pierce is talking about; once again, I attempt to leave his grip, but he suddenly stands up, lifting me in his arms.
• He walks to the bed and places me on it.
• "Just rest here... Until you become sober." He murmurs.
• A knock sounds.
• The door pushes open, and even though my vision is blurry, there is no mistake about the figure that walks in.
• Even in my dreams, I'll still recognize her.
• Lana.
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