DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

34. DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

KIERAN

When I gave into my demons and acted on my feelings, it was purely a need in the moment.

I actually didn’t expect to do it but here we are.

It was an impulse and instinct.

I didn’t plan to kiss Aaliyah that night.

I admit that I’ve thought about fucking her mouth like a lot but no, never kissing her like this.

I planned to make her ass raw and blistered so she’d never tell me no again, never defy me again.

So when I’d jerked her up and turned her face towards me, I didn’t expect to find her lips plump, and full and swollen from her teeth, calling me.

In response, I do the only thing my body drove me to do.

I did the only thing a beast does when it sees the bait.

I preyed.

I don’t kiss girls.

I bend them over and fuck them so hard they forget their names and always come back.

That was me, so I thought it was going to be like that with her. Just a few seconds kiss then I pound into her because surely this feeling wasn’t just to kiss her.

Right?

It was too overwhelming. This need inside me couldn’t be for a kiss.

I was wrong.

She tasted like heaven on earth

She tasted like deadly sins and forgiveness

She tasted like a shattering earthquake and growing vegetation

and I was lost in it.

So lost, I got smacked in the face.

I, Kieran Castles got slapped by a girl. The guys in the ring would have a field day if they knew that.

I didn’t expect the slap not because I didn’t think she’d slap me, but because I was so distracted she actually managed to hit me.

Fuck, even guys my size had a hard time getting a punch in from the back let alone the front.

Yet, she was right in my face and got one in and it’s not because I intentionally let her.

I knew she wasn’t going to just let me kiss her after everything but still she had let me kiss her for a second or two, maybe even three.

She’d given me a silver of hope that she wanted me too.

Yeah so much hope you got slapped in the face.

I don’t think I’ve ever been rejected especially with a slap but here we are.

We’ve crossed that line and there’s no going back so I might as well demand honesty out of her.

Let her make me or break me right now.

Accept or reject me.

When I called her out on her shit and demanded for her to show me her real feelings she’d opened up like a book. Of course she didn’t say a single word but her eyes.

God, her blue eyes.

They were so honest and opened like a book and it was my favorite book to read.

I knew she was going to kiss me before she might have even realized she wanted to.

I’m impatient and greedy so I don’t wait for her to come all the way before I catch her lips in mine, groaning and savoring the taste of her as she grabs onto me like I was an anchor and she never wanted to let me go.

The scary part was that I didn’t want her to let me go either.

So when our parents had called, I didn’t want to go back any time soon. I didn’t want to leave her side.

Which was scary because that’s not me. I was the one who always had to drive out the girls and block them. She was bringing out a foreign version of me.

That was why I lied, not to hide the fact that something was going on.

I felt like screaming to the world and telling everyone I just fucking kissed her and she kissed me back.

She was a terrible kisser but not in a way that I got disappointed, just in a cute way that I liked.

It meant I get to take absolute control when she can’t keep up.

When she took the phone to speak to mom, I fought the urge to go to her and touch the lips that I just kissed.

They were swollen and felt like us.

It was proof that I just tasted her and loved every second of it.

She was mine in that moment.

When we got home though, she’d denied what happened so strongly if my dick weren’t still hard and my heart still racing from the kiss, I’d actually believe her lie.

She was getting better at telling lies which means she’s been doing it a lot of late.

I wasn’t going to let my girl keep up the nasty behavior so when I was asked, I said the plain truth that I kissed her and she was sent to her room whilst Uncle Greg nearly ripped my head off and dad tried to hold him back.

I was insulted with all the demeaning terms you can use for a guy who plays with women but I shut up and took it all.

He wasn’t wrong but none of those applied to Aaliyah.

I was building a connection with her. I was going to help her recover her true self and make things right.

I knew I wasn’t done with her, and it’s going to be awhile before I was done with her.

Right now, she might as well be flowing through my veins like blood.

I was warned to stay away from her and sent back to my room.

Why couldn’t she admit that we kissed? Was it such a burden?

I wasn’t able to watch her from my room that night. She’d closed her curtains which was unusual. I couldn’t help but think if it had anything to do with our kiss.

I would often watch her in the middle of the night like a total creep, yep and I was not ashamed about it.

It was just a mesmerizing sight. Her hair all around the bed, turning a shade of silvery pale blond whenever the moon was up.

She was trying to hide me, trying to hide what happened between us. Whenever I ‘accidently’ let it slip that we kissed, she’d shut the rumor down so fast it’ll never get anywhere. I was trying to let others know she was mine now and out of bounds but she wasn’t giving me room.

So when Tatum had shown up again asking how she could pay me back for helping her. I did not send her away or ignore her like I usually do. This time round, I asked.

“Do you want to be my girlfriend ?”