25 Punishing kiss

I opened my eyes, and then recognition hit me as I stared at his deep blue eyes, which were blazing with rage. "Don't shout. I just want us to talk." He commanded with a tight lip. He seemed to be controlling his temper.

What was his problem? Why was he angry when I was the one who should be furious? "What are you doing?" Hissing at him when he finally loosened his hold on my lips, but still pinning my hands at my side and keeping his body against mine.

Yanking on my arms and wiggling my body to set myself free was a futile effort. I had to stop. He was far too strong for me. At the same time, I found that my body was responding differently from what I intended to.

He took a deep breath while looking straight into my eyes with his accusing ones. "What are you doing?" Repeating my same question without answering mine.

When I failed to respond to his question, he asked again, "What are you doing with Daniel?" Demanding this time, putting slight pressure on my wrist, which he was still holding in his.

"I told you before, I'm now with Daniel," I uttered with conviction, trying to convince him.

"I told you that you're making a mistake of stringing Daniel along," he insisted. "It's obvious Daniel is falling for you, but I know you never felt the same. He is a good man, and what you are doing with Daniel would only end badly."

"Nathan, let me go," I said angrily, not wanting to be near him. "I don't know what you're talking about, and you had no business with my affair with Daniel," I said irritably.

He released my left hand and gripped my jaw instead, forcing my head up. I tried to push him with my free hand but to no avail. "I'm talking about this." He lowered his head and claimed my lips in a punishing kiss.

My mind was fighting not to respond with the onslaught of his mouth, but my body wanted the opposite. He pressed his body even closer than I ever thought possible, molding every inch of my body with his.

I felt myself opening up to him, and he took advantage of this and plunged his tongue with mine. I became super aware of every contact with our skin. He adjusted his right hand at the back of my nape and the other one at my lower portion of my back, giving him more control of my body as his kisses became more demanding.

My hands started having a mind of their own and began their exploration in his body. I could feel the solid muscles beneath my hands as it glided along strong arms and broad shoulders, which ended up in the back of his neck, clinging to him for support. In return, his hands started exploring my back.

He slowly broke the kiss, both of us panting, trying to catch our breaths. I never felt like this before. This intense need to be kissed and to be touched was nothing I had ever experienced. It exhilarated and frightened me at the same time. Why do I react like this to this man? I barely knew him, and I was not even sure if I like him.

"I want you, and I'm sure that you want me to." He stated confidently while perusing my lips again for a rough kiss, and I welcomed it with a hunger I could not deny. I placed my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him closer. "The way you kissed and responded to my touch tells me how much you wanted this too."

Finally, he released me and moved a step back. "That just proven my point. How can you go out with Daniel and make out with me with such passion? Do you respond to his kiss the way you do to mine?"

It hit me like a brick. Humiliation and shame flooded my consciousness at what just occurred between us. I wanted to cry, but I would never give Nathan the satisfaction of winning a game, which I was not even playing in the first place.

In instinct, my right hand smacked him hard on his cheek that left red imprints of my fingers faintly visible on his skin. "Leave me alone. Don't ever come near me."

He started rubbing his cheek and move slightly away from me. "It is my business when I could see that you have an interior motive in this. Is it money? Do you think he is an easy target?"

I was boiling inside, barely containing my anger upon hearing his accusation. He thought that I was a gold digger who was only after Daniel's money. "You're an ass****."

"If it's money that you want, clearly I could offer you more than he could. Just name your price." He suggested, playing with the lock of my hair. "As a bonus, you don't have to pretend that you like my kisses."

"Even if you are the last person in the world, I would never kiss you willingly. You are despicable." I seized the chance to escape to the hallway. I composed myself, inhaling sharply to calm my nerves. I fixed myself quickly, not wanting to have another encounter with him, and walked back to the garden.

Daniel and Geraldine were about to enter the house when I saw them. "I was about to look for you. It is quite getting late." He went to my side and placed his hand at my back.

I excused myself for getting lost in this massive house, hoping that Daniel would not suspect anything amiss. When Nathan appeared, we finally made our goodbyes.

Daniel might have noticed the faint, red marks on Nathan's cheek, but he did not mention anything about it.

Our ride home was a bit uneventful. He played soft music while we cruised along the highway. I decided to stare at the lights and the busy streets around us.

"Are you ok? You're very quiet." He muttered concernedly, putting a hand on top of mine to comfort me.

I made an excuse of being tired while I sat quietly as we drove back home. I knew what I did was not entirely my fault, but still, I participated in that kiss. It was more than a kiss. The guilt was slowly building inside of me. I hated it, and I wished that it did not happen.

As we neared my apartment, I dreaded the part that we had to say goodbye. I knew what he was expecting to happen, and I was afraid of what I would feel after.

As we said goodbye at the door, he lowered himself for the inevitable kiss. I tried to respond as passionately as I could, but I knew that somehow I was forcing it. I wanted to feel the same way I felt when I was in Nathan's arms. I wanted the kiss that had me craving for more. However, it did not happen. Daniel was certainly not Nathan. I hated myself for it.