Hate Filled Heart | Michael Kuza/ Chris Motionless-Chris Cerulli

The Only Sin In Our Lives Is To Not Ever Have One, So Let's Sin

I'm gonna update three chapters today because I feel like it. I don't know why.

I feed Angel then put him to sleep in his little bed before I go upstairs and change out of my clubbing clothes.

As I go to take my jacket off, I hear the doorbell sound. I hurriedly go downstairs again and open it.

To my surprise, Chris is standing there, hands in his pockets, shuffling his feet, hair in his face as he looks down at the door mat before him.

"Chris...?" I breathed, remembering what happened earlier.

He slowly looked up and bit his lip once he saw what I wore.

"I can't stay away. I thought it would work but I need you." He spoke quickly, stepping in and throwing himself at me. We landed on the couch and made out, furiously.

"You said you didn't want to hurt Mike. What happened to him being your brother and this being wrong?" I asked, breathlessly as his lips moved to my neck.

He picked his head up for a second to say, "My urges control me when it comes to you. I can't stay away. Not from you." He went back to sucking on my skin, leaving red/purple marks on it.

"It hasn't even been a day." I pointed out. He pulled away and sighed.

"I know. That's why I'm disappointed in myself. I couldn't control myself, so, I came running back to you." I gripped his hair as he went back to kissing on me.

He grunts and tried pulling himself off but, for some reason, can't manage.

"Dahlia!" He grunted, gripping my shirt by handfuls.

I groaned as he grew hard on my thigh. "Its okay, Chris." I breathed. "Really, it's okay." He shook his head and grunted, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

"Hit me." He groaned, kissing my jaw line.

My eyes went wide. Did he just say that?

"W-What?" I asked, confused.

He growled, angrily. "Fucking hit me!" He shook me by the shoulders in frustration.

"No! I'm not hitting you!" I said in shock.

He grabbed my legs and pulled them open. "Dahlia, hit me before I do something I'll regret!" I bit my lip and slapped his cheek.

"There!" I gasped.

He growled. "That's all you've got?! No, punch me, slap me, choke me! Push me away!" His hands roamed my thighs, squeezing them in frustration.

I slapped his chest and face a few times and he resisted. I then punched his jaw and attempted to push him off.

Finally, he fell back and breathed heavily. "I-I gotta go." He whispered.

I immediately grabbed his arm and kept him from getting up and heading for the door.

"Stay." I muttered. "I need you." His eyes softened. "I don't want to push you away." He looked down and sighed.

"You have to push me away. Its the only way I can keep my-" I cut him off by throwing myself at him.

Our lips moving perfectly together. Chris wrapped my legs around his waist and he took us to my room.

Closing the door, he set me down on my bed, slowly, and crawled over me, our lips never parting.

"I hate you so much for letting me to this." He moaned onto my lips. I bit his bottom lip to silence him but I only earned another moan.

"You know you're dying to please." I whispered against his ear. He shutters and moans, taking my jacket off as he kisses me, deeply.