?Karmic ending?

? 24 ?

A sudden gasp left me when he sank his teeth into the side of my neck.

In between my legs now had a heartbeat of it's own.

"Never mention her again when we're like this. Do you understand?"

I bit my lip trying to get calm myself.

"Yeah" I simply answered and he abruptly let me go. I touched the burning spot as I breathed heavily.

He didn't grip me hard enough to hurt me but it was hard enough to make me want to completely submit to his every will.

That was dangerous and I couldn't pin point when last I've ever felt this way about any man.

Grabbing my clothes in the small closet near by, I marched to the bathroom to change.

✴

It has been around 2 weeks since we've been to London and Arthur and I decided to head back to New York.

It was for different reasons.

Chloe and I still haven't talked because I just couldn't get myself to do it.

She hasn't texted or called either.

On the other hand the more I was around Arthur was the worse the sexual tension got.

It was as thick as a brick and I didn't know how longer I could hold on. The bugger was just too fucking hot and the stupid looks he gives, makes things a thousand times worse. Even with a healing black eye he still made my insides all warm and fuzzy.

Maurice was the only guy that made me feel all of this before.

Now we were on the jet and I looked on my phone to see Maurice all over this blonde chick. In a few of the pictures and videos they were talking, kissing or she was twerking on him.

My word. She is as stiff as a board.

If it was one thing Maurice loved in a woman was her ass. Especially if she knew how to dance. Nothing riled him up more then some booty luscious twerking.

Arthur's head was leaning against my shoulder. He'll probably be embarrassed later but what the heck I didn't mind at all.

I glanced over at him and smiled seeing his hair was up in a man bun. I wanted to poke around his closed eyes.

His straight nose twitched as he rubbed his face on my shoulder.

I swallowed nervously at his hand on my thigh as aftershocks creeped down to my middle.

My chest rose and fell as I tried distracting myself by occasionally picking at random rings adorned on his long fingers.

'Stop'

'Do you really want me to?'

*

'I'll always be the outrageous chick'

'And I'll never change'

Both those memories gave me two different feelings. It was sometimes hot and cold with him. Confusing but different.

My mom always told me to stay from guys that gave me such feelings. They took too much of your time and weighed too much on the mental.

I leaned my head down on his and let out a sigh.

What was I doing?. What do I really want from this?. Do we really just fuck and that it?.

I won't lie and make it sound like fucking him would be the worst thing because it wouldn't.

But would he be tired of me afterword. Even Maurice that loved me so much was too burnt out to do anything with me at times and he's black so just imagine that.

Could Arthur keep up? Would he get tired too after a time?. If I chose to give myself up to him. Show him all the things I've wanted but never asked for.
Would my kinks weird him out once things start happening?. Would I regret fucking with him all together?.

Too many questions with no answers. Questions I know could be answered if we did take things to the other level. I knew that day was coming and I just needed to know what to do or say when it does.

I took a piece of water melon and bit into it, the juice running down the side of my lips.

*
"Since 15. My first trap was about a water melon"

"How cute my boy loves them".

/

I picked up the piece of water melon and lifted it to his mouth.

He licked his lips, lashes blinking for a few seconds before his eyes abruptly opened.

He instantly jolted up and went for the cup of water in front of him, gulping it down.

"What is it?" I asked truly confused as to why he was acting like I just placed a poisonous drink to his lips.

"Fuck" he grunted placing his hand over his face looking distressed.

"Arthur" I called and he leaned back looking out the window to the clouds.

"Never do that again" he said in a low meek like voice.

"But I don't understand"

"And you don't need to. Just don't do it again" he said in a strong tone.

From that point on things were quiet and I got up pretending like it was to go to the restroom but it was to actually sit somewhere else.

I expected that he would come looking after me after snapping like that.

Well he didn't exactly snap but for some reason it felt like I passed a boundary that I wasn't aware was there.

What's so horrible about me placing a fruit to his lips?. A fruit his own father claimed he loved.

Maybe he lied?

That stupid why would a parent lie about something like that.

Then what made him look so sad?

I'm here hating myself for something, without having any idea why.

I unzipped my bag and took a few sleeping pills in hand and drank it down with a bottle of water.

Leaning my head to the side I surrended to the darkness stringing me further to down to it's depths.

Arthur's POV

Go into Arthur's POV.

His father talks to him about the black eye.

Two guys tried robbing maria shop but arthur stopped it.

Arthur calls Alison.