Chained Lovers

Chapter 28: Addiction

K I A R A ' S P.O.V

"Kiara, Kiara don't ignore me!" I continued to storm away, wanting to escape this sick nightmare. "Kiara stop," He managed to grab ahold of my wrist, and yank me into a dark corner.

My breath hitched as his hand clasped over my mouth. I struggled in his tight grip, only relaxing after I saw the anger in his eyes slowly dissipate.

"I'm going to let go, but don't run away again. Please," I nodded slowly, watching as he slowly retracted his hand. "I'm not...actually I am mad, I'm seriously mad in fact, but not at you. Never at you."

"Don't be mad at Aaron either, I'm the one who wanted to spend the night with him." I noticed how his jaw clenched at the sound of that name.

"Did you sleep with him?" Every word was strained as if it was painful to even speak them.

"No, I didn't. We only...well...you know." I murmured, my cheeks flushing red in embarrassment.

"It's okay. You can do what you like and so can he."

"You don't seem okay," He flinched as I reached for his hand. Okay, that stung.

"I'll be fine, I just need a little time." Walking away from me, he stepped into the house and disappeared amongst the crowd of people.

I took a deep breath. Thankfully, everyone was too drunk to pay attention to Tessa's drunken outburst, unfortunately she had disappeared too. Extremely drunk and extremely vulnerable.

I needed to find her, and fast.

I pushed through the swarm of sweaty bodies dancing, making out and acting like stupid reckless teenagers as usual. God, I wish I could just act like one of them again.

After finally making it to the kitchen, I grabbed two shots, downing them to settle my nerves. Natasha was strutting around with her gang of bitches in a dress which barely covered her p***y, probably searching for Tristan.

I quickly escaped before she could ask me about him and decided to check upstairs for Tessa. Before I could even make it though, a hand yanked me into the coat closet.

"Don't scream, or punch me again please." Again, f*****g again! Of course, it was Sawyer.

I hadn't seen him for ages, the last time being when he almost assaulted me. Luckily, my right hook didn't fail me. His face was still tattered with faint bruises and his lip was still a little swollen.

"I'm not here to win you back, or try and kiss you. I'm sorry about what happened last time and you made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with me."

"Then why did you pull me into a closet? Why am I here with you again?" I seethed, bawling up my fist.

"Because I'm here to warn you." I felt my body tense under the severity in his tone.

"Warn me about what?" He sighed, running a hand through his thick blonde mane that was in desperate need of a trim.

"I'm probably going to get killed for this but you're my friend, I care about my friends." He paused, and I could feel him stalling.

"Sawyer, what is it? If it's that important then just tell me?"

"I know about you and Aaron black." I froze, taken aback. "And if I know, then so do a lot more people. Bad people Kiara, people who wish to see Aaron fall. He's a dangerous monster who's probably just using you for his five seconds of fun."

"Shut up Sawyer, you don't know anything about him." I snapped, feeling this instant need to defend a man who I couldn't even call mine.

"Maybe not, but I do know this. He has enemies, a lot of them, and I'm scared that you're going to get caught up it in all." I scoffed.

"I know a lot more than you think Sawyer, and I can take care of myself."

"You don't understand, my brother is..." Before he could finish his sentence, the door was pried open. Harsh light flooded into the dark room, making me realise just how close me and Sawyer looked.

I gulped nervously, glancing up at the raging bull. "Tristan it isn't..."

"What it looks like? I may be naive Kiara but I'm not dumb." He slammed the door shut again, causing me to quickly open it as I chased after him.

"Tristan stop, it wasn't anything, he was just talking to me." I blurted out quickly, defending myself.

"That's what you said about Aaron and now you two are fucking." I flinched when I smelt the harsh smell of liquor on his breath.

Tristan had two drunk personalities. The cheerful one I loved, and then cruel one that had no boundaries whatsoever ever. Guess which one he was now.

"We are not f*****g and neither are me and Sawyer. I broke it off with him."

"Wow, that's decent of you. Breaking it off with one guy just so you can move onto the other."

"Stop it. You're drunk and you're acting..."

"What? Jealous? Possessive? Crazy? Yeah I am, because that's what happens when I see the girl I love coming out of a closet with her f**k buddy, oh I'm sorry ex f**k buddy."

"Tristan." I grabbed his face, forcing him to look at me. His harsh glare softened slightly but was then quickly replaced with anger again. "I did not sleep with Sawyer." He didn't even respond, instead he stormed off like before.

"Kiara, I don't feel well." I sighed, glancing to my right to see my best friend puking into someone's fake Gucci purse.

"I know Tess, let's get you sobered up." I looked back at the closet for Sawyer, hoping to find out more about his brother, but he was gone.

***

An hour later, I was drinking some cheap beer out of a plastic cup whilst resting my head on Tessa's shoulder. We had taken up most of the couch and bopping our feet to the vibrant music, playing in the background.

The party had settled down, with most of the older college kids leaving in favour of frat parties. Most of the people still left were from our school which made it so much better.

"Hey, Romano. Want to play a game with me?" I grinned at Colton's mischievous offer, and nodded, officially bored of this horrible night.

"Tessa, what about you?" He asked, gathering some more people around.

"Sure." She beamed, the heavy amounts of water I forced down her throat starting to take effect. "By the way, I'm so sorry again." I nodded, a small smile on my face. The poor girl hadn't stopped apologising for her big mouth, but I couldn't blame her.

We all did f****d up things when we were drunk.

"Okay, we're playing never have I ever. Now everyone knows how to play the game, so I'll briefly explain the rules. Someone shouts out a question, if you've done the act then you take a shot. If you haven't you don't. It's that simple, but to make it a little juicer...sexual acts only." The group whistled and cheered, a few guys bringing over shot glasses and filling them to the brim.

"Why doesn't our resident wild girl start us off, Kiara?" All eyes were one me, so I shrugged saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Never have I ever kissed anyone?"

"Come on! You can do better than that," I rolled my eyes, racking my brain, that had plied with a little too much alcohol.

"Never have I ever had a threesome that included two guys." Most of the girls and a few guys took a shot. I guess our Catholic schools were failing from keeping us from becoming s****l deviants.

"Never have I ever had a threesome that included two girls." Our heads turned to see Tristan walking towards us, Natasha trailing behind him like a sheep. He had a lazy smirk on his face and I could tell he was drunk, simply from the way he looked at me.

Like I was nothing.

Following Tessa, I reached over and grabbed a shot, downing the whole thing in one go. I sent him a fake smile, watching as he sat opposite me. Game on b***h.

After a few more rounds and a lot more shots, it was finally my turn again. "Never have I ever given someone a sensual massage." No-one expect Tristan reached for a shot, and I heard a couple of guys snickering around us.

"Never have I ever worn a collar whilst engaging in a s****l activity." I glared at him, sharp enough to burn a whole through his chest.

Did he really just bring that up? After he'd swore never tell a soul of our private bedroom activities. I only did that because I saw in a porno and thought it would be fun.

I was the only person to take a shot and before Natasha could open her scaly mouth, I spoke up. "Never have I ever been stood on by someone wearing high heels." Again, he was the only one to take a shot.

"Never have I ever gotten on my knees and begged for sex." I took another shot, yet no-one else did. I knew a few others had before, but they were just too intrigued by Tristan and mine's face off.

"Never have I ever been made to be someone's bitch." Shot.

"Never have I ever been caught m**********g and then let the other person watch." Shot.

"Never have I ever jacked off behind a tree." Shot.

"Never have I ever stripped in front of all my friends." Shot.

"Never have I ever broken someone's heart by lying to them." The words left my mouth before I could ever think, and yet I didn't care. I was too drunk to care. His eyes reflected pain for a moment, and then they darkened with rage.

"Never have I ever been a slut." I heard a gasp resonate around the room but I all could feel was my heart breaking all over again.

"This game is over." My voice broke, as I got up and ran out the room. I couldn't leave the house, I had nowhere to go so I went straight up the stairs.

"Kiara, Kiara wait! Please, I'm so sorry." I turned around abruptly, causing him to halt.

"What Tristan? You called me a slut? A f*****g slut? I can't believe you would humiliate like that. You, a person who claims to want me."

"I do want you, I was drunk and angry and being stupid. It was said in the heat of moment, it meant nothing." I laughed bitterly, furiously wiping away my tears.

"We normally say the things we mean most in the heat of the moment." I turned to leave but he yanked my back in again. My body colliding with hard chest, and I looked up angrily, ready to rip his head off but...something changed.

My eyes softened slightly, and my mind became a foggy haze. It was the alcohol, it had to be the alcohol, but some way or another, I was getting drawn in. I was becoming addicted.

His fingers trailed down my warm cheek, and I shivered slightly under his touch. When was the last time he had touched me like that? "I'm so sorry, and I promise that I will never ever speak to you like that again. It was disgusting, I can't believe I did that because I've never disrespected a woman like that before, and hell, you're the last woman on this Earth that I want to hurt."

"Yet you have, so many times...but I still want you. I don't know why, maybe I'm screwed up? Maybe I am a slut? Maybe I'm just

fucking desperate? Or maybe...even though I'm trying so hard to fight you off, my body isn't, because I want you. I want you Tristan."

And then, I did the unthinkable. I leaned in and kissed him. I f*****g kissed him as he stood there like a plank. My lips moved on their own accord and my hands were traitors, as they opened up the door behind him and pushed him in.

I slammed the door shut, locking it, before approaching Tristan with a predatory gaze. "Kiara what.." I didn't give him time to think, before smashing my lips on his again. My tongue delved into his mouth and continued to kiss him until he responded back. His hands gripped my ass, whilst my arms locked around his neck.

We stumbled back towards the bed, and I pushed him down, before setting myself on top of him. My fingers crawled up the hem of his shirt, and it wasn't long before I had ripped it off.

I felt his fingers playing with the metal zip on my dress, yet hesitating slightly. Pulling back, I grabbed his face between my hands and gave him a small nod.

"Are you sure? I don't want to do this unless you are sure." s*x with Tristan was all I could think about right now. Blame it on the alcohol, or my inane jealously knowing that Aaron was out there right now f*****g several girls but I wanted him.

And tonight, I was finally giving in to my salacious desires.

"I want you to Tristan. I want us to feel good again."

He didn't hesitate anymore as he yanked my zip down and pulled down the straps. Reaching back, his fingers unclapsed my bra and I helped him take it off, before throwing it on the ground.

I stared at his swollen lips, his messy hair and lustful emerald eyes. This was the man that plagued my dreams and nightmares and maybe, just maybe, one last f*****g was what both of us needed to move on. That or, this was going to be a huge mistake that I would greatly regret tomorrow morning.

I kissed him again, this time gently. My pebbled n*****s scraped against his bare chest as I began to grind on his lap. I felt his finger delve underneath my dress and tear a hole in the middle of my panties, giving him access to my aching core.

I gasped when two of his large fingers penetrated me harshly. They were rough and skilled, his thumb circling my clit. I shut my eyes, letting the pleasure override my every sense, and started to move with his fingers.

"That's right baby-girl, ride my fingers. c*m all over them like the good girl you are." f**k, I had missed his dirty talk so much. His head swooped down to captured my n****e and he sucked hard on it, which was all I needed to fall off the edge.

I cried out his name, clinging onto his shoulders desperately as he slowly came to a stop. Picking me up, he threw me onto the bed, my back hitting the soft mattress as I bounced slowly.

Biting my lip, I watched with hooded eyes whilst his fingers fumbled with his belt, chuckling it onto the ground. In one swift move, he yanked the zipper down and with it, his pants.

The god before me was in a pair of tight black boxers which did nothing to hide his large bulge. My mouth water slightly, and I giggled as he dragged me closer to him.

I lifted my back up, allowing him to shred me of any remaining clothing. I kicked off my heels and spread my legs wide for him. His grin widened, cupping my cheek to kiss me softly again, as his fingers rubbed my s*x, getting me ready for his d**k.

I gasped as my back hit the soft covers, and wrapped my legs around his waist. "I don't want to take advantage of you." He whispered, even though it was pretty late to back out now.

"No-one takes advantage of me Tristan. I do what I want, and right now, I want you." I spread my legs a little further, letting him know I was ready. Reaching down, he grab a condom out of his forgotten jeans and ripped it open.

Noticing my odd expression, he smiled, as he slipped it on. "I always carry one with me. Not because I expect to get laid or anything, it's just a precaution." I nodded, shut my eyes for a moment.

This was really going to happen.

Lining up the head of his c**k with my aching p***y, he thrust in slowly. I needed more though. I didn't want to make love, I wanted to be f****d. I wanted to forget.

"Tristan, f**k me. Hard. I don't care if it hurts just f**k me." A smirk crawled up on his face and with a nod, he pulled back, only to thrust into me with such a force that I felt as though I was being ripped in half.

Then, he began to savagely f**k me.

I gripped onto his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin, hard enough to draw blood. My head tipped back, a pained moan leaving mouth, but I loved it.

I loved the feeling of pleasure, mingled with the pain that was slowly consuming me. His nose nudged against mine, forcing me to look at him. A smile spread across his face, before he kissed me softly. A great contrast to his hard calculated thrusts.

"Harder." I whispered, not even knowing if he could any harder. His hands left my waist and grabbed the headboard above us. I watched his muscles flex as he used it to pound into my p***y.

The only sound filling the room was my moans and the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. I let myself go, focusing on the noises and pleasure.

My p***y clenched around his hard d**k so tightly that he let out an anguished grunt. The moan that left my mouth was so loud I was surprised someone hadn't caught us yet, and I screamed when my o****m ripped through my body.

Tristan stilled above, his facial expression the same one he always made whenever he came. "f**k," He moaned, releasing into the plastic sheath and collapsing on top of me.

We were both panting messes, and my body was still recovering from the mind-blowing o****m that I had just had, yet I still heard it.

"I love you." He whispered into my neck. Normally I wouldn't be fazed by such a phrase. Men said stupid things when they were high on endorphins from cumming, hell one guy said he wanted marry me once, but this was different.

Tristan had told me he'd loved me countless times, yet somehow it was different.

"Baby-girl, I love you." This time he pulled back so he could meet my eyes. There was no lust, or anger, or pain filling them anymore. Only pure affection, only love. "Tell me you love me." A desperate plea, one I could not fulfil.

I looked away, but he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You don't love me?" I felt like I had just killed all the puppies in the world. His voice was breaking, this macho man was about to cry because of me.

"Of course I love you Tristan." A smile broke out as he let out a sigh of relief but I wasn't done. Because for the first time, I realised the truth. "I'm just not in love with you anymore. I can't do this Tristan."

Pushing his sweaty body off mine, I didn't dare to look at him, afraid of the damage I may have caused. I quickly put my dress on, and opened the door, finally walking away from my painful past.

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A/N: I was so conflicted writing this chapter but I felt like it needed to happen.

What was your favourite part/ line?

Thoughts on the ending?

Is this really it for Triara though?