Sacrifice

6. Lap

Btw, he has a thing with biting and licking as I'd mentioned a few times already.
This couple is quite erotic... nasty.
You've been warned. FOR THE THIRD TIME.
♥️

+Melantha Collins+

I was numb. Myra was screaming, flashing them her tits. Granted we were right in front of the stage.

I had nothing.

I had to be there for her but what's the purpose of my life after this?

"I get it if you're sad about your parents but geez, lighten up." She frowned.

I glared at her, "mind your business."

She did.

The lights cut out, the next thing I knew my jaw was being grabbed and lips pressed to mine.

People screamed, as if it were apart of the show.

It wasn't, I knew their schedule.

But I nearly gasped for air.

"I'm sorry, bunny. I didn't mean it." He pet my hair, forehead on mine.

"You did."

"No. I didn't."

Bunny

Bunny

He let me go, and the lights were on again.

They spoke of nothing as he continued.

I touched my lips.

I let myself relax. Enjoying how good he was at screaming with all he had into the mic, the veins in his throat were aggressively out, the veins in his forehead doing the same.

He thinks I'm crazy too.

I'm not.

I'm really not.

I swear it.

-

The show ended. Myla was trying to scream to get their attention.

"Relax." I murmured.

"I wanna see Armin!" She screamed.

Zayan elbowed him and he turned.

He tossed one of his drumsticks to her and she caught it, screaming.

I will once again say, I don't understand fangirls.

She left as I went to the bathroom.

I came out, Zayan leaning against the wall outside of it.

"What are you doing?" I frowned.

"You don't believe me." He turned.

"It's a one way relationship. You don't need to apologize." I sighed.

"But I do. Insulting you isn't gonna change what you think about me."

I nodded.

"I'm okay with you watching me. If I wasn't I would've called you out three years ago when I noticed." He looked down at me, running his fingers through his hair pushing it away from his face.

"Do I just go on like nothing ever happened?" I asked.

It was a genuine question.

"If that were to occur you'd go back to killing women." He said and I covered his mouth.

"Don't yell that! Good lord." I sneered and he grabbed my wrist, licking my palm to my fingertips.

I immediately stood with my legs hugged tighter together.

I watched as my first two fingers entered his mouth, his other hand holding my elbow, keeping my arm extended as he gently sucked on my fingers, his eyes hazy.

"I don't want you to hurt anyone else because of me." He murmured, letting my hand go.

"That isn't up to me."

"I know. So how about we make an arrangement?"

"What?"

"You send me some pictures of that pretty body so I can please myself, and I won't touch another woman. But only if you can give me that." He whispered.

"How often?" This was exciting to me.

I don't know why.

"Whenever I want them. No question, no debate."

"And you'll stop it completely? Even the kissing shit." I clarified.

"Yes. Unless you're there and willing to fulfill that for me." He reached out, touching over my bottom lip.

My entire body was heated and I couldn't think straight.

"Okay."

"Good girl, hase. Come to this party with me. I need attention." He grabbed my hand.

I nodded.

-

At the party I noticed how the other guys ordered his drink.

He dragged me to a table and pulled me down onto his lap.

I've seen this occur so many times with other women.

I've envied every woman I've seen do this with him.

His hands rubbed up and down my bare thighs.

"You're so soft."

"Is that what you tell every girl?"

"No. It's what I tell my bunny."

I was about to lose my fucking mind.

He kissed my shoulder, moving my hair as he kissed my neck.

The drinks came and he downed the shot with ease.

Oswald lit a cigarette. They all smoked except Zayan.

I sat there, on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist.

"There's something about you... you feel so much better-"

"Don't talk about other women." I whispered.

He chuckled.

"Whatever you say."