Scarred Knight

Taste Like Disappointment

Lake

“For you.” He said at last.

It took me a moment to understand that he was answering my question. I felt my eyes widening, and involuntarily my foot slid backwards as I tried to loosen his hold on my arm and free myself. “Why? You shouldn’t be here. And honestly, you don't look like a teacher.” The words tumbled out, one after another, without me having to think about forming them right. It was so unlike me to say something before analysing it.

He didn't smile, but the beautiful scar on the left side of his face twitched briefly, fascinating me. “Believe me, I could be. I could teach you things that you need to learn.” Something told me he wasn’t taking about English lessons. His green eyes flickered to my skirt and again that contemptuous look entered his eyes, making me wonder if it was the length of it that had him so peeved. “Tell me, do you remember your first kiss?” He asked, making me go still.

My breath hitched and I felt my stomach tightening because the answer for that was so easy. Because that was the only memory that seemed to be on the forefront of my mind lately. I not only remembered it but lived it everyday. And it went beyond the kiss whenever I thought about it. In my dreams that kiss escalated to something more exciting, more dangerous and more sinful.

I clenched my teeth against all of that insane want, hating how he affected me when it was only our second meeting. I didn't know this man, but still it seemed he has already made a judgement about me. And he wasn't budging if the disdain that was in his eyes was anything to go by. He just hated me for no reason. “No.” I answered. “I don't remember it.” I do.

The fingers on my arm flexed and I knew he was going to leave the mark. But I didn’t care. No. Instead, a stupid part of me looked forward to it. “Then, let me help you with your assignment.” He gritted out and before I could understand what he was about, he jerked me forward with such force my body slammed into his hard muscled one, and he leaned down to press his lips against mine, taking them into a heartstopping kiss.

And just like that I was thrust back into the past. Not the past that I didn’t remember no matter how much I tried. But the past of just a few months ago, of the night when I turned eighteen, the one which I was actively trying to forget but was unable to. Oh, I know the irony…

But here, with his lips on mine, his scent engulfing me and crowding my senses, I didn’t care for anything. Nothing mattered. I didn’t care how he insulted me or how much I hated him. I didn’t care that he was here, surely with some ulterior motives, as my teacher. I threw all the consequences aside as I stepped closer and gave into the intoxicating kiss that had been dominating my thoughts ever since that night in the alleyway.

All my life, as far as I remember, I had been caged inside the four walls of the St Mary’s all girls school. I hadn’t been allowed to even go out on tours like other girls. No, my only holidays came in the form of Liam and his mother, Mrs Wilson. I craved to know who I was. I did everything to try to remember the past that I had wiped out, that my mind wiped out without my permission. Mrs Wilson said somethings should be left in the past. But as much as I tried I couldn’t do it then. And now, with him so near me, making my thoughts churn and my mind in a whirlwind, it was all I could do to remember even the present. All I wanted was to grab him tight and allow him to rule me like he was doing right then. Because when I think about this enigma of a man— a god scorned, living with mortals— not living, tolerating the humans around him, I forget about the monsters. In this moment, giving him free reign, I was the one feeling free. Free of everything around me and free of my past.

As he kissed my lips apart, I dug my nails into his shoulders. My knees trembled with the taste of him on my tongue as I ventured further, caressing his lips. The taste of him exploded on my tongue and it was like a first hit of a drug. Making me dizzy and making me crave it all the more. The coldness that surrounded him, the smell of winter morning turned into a soothing warm and my blood heated. I tasted a bare hint of coffee as if he had drank it before coming here to shock me and shake my existence.

“Fûck.” He growled low and I felt the word in all the places that I didn't even know existed.

I whimpered as his fingers weaved through my hair and tightened, sending sparks of pain that only heightened my need to get closer to him. And I did. I stepped closer, my one hand sliding down his shoulder to his chest. I noticed the tight muscles underneath my palm and I noticed the rhythmic thump of his heart. A part of me smiled and rejoiced that he too was not unaffected. That the kiss was affecting him too, and as if he heard my thoughts, he pushed me back at the same time he took a step away from me.

Dazed and disoriented I looked up at him and flinched at the cold look he gave me. “You still taste like disappointment.” He said, his words like a blow.

Hot anger engulfed me, and without thinking, without any hesitation my hand came up on its own accord to slap him for the insult. But of course, with the lightening fast reflexes that I had seen him perform before, he captured my wrist and turned me around so my hand was bent backwards from the elbow as he pressed it into my back. I sucked in a breath in discomfort and another when his hot breath caressed the soft flesh as he whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine, “Don’t ever try to do that with me, you won't like the consequences.”

I seethed, gritting my teeth. “I don't understand what the fûck is your problem.”

He let me go abruptly as he said, “I have jogged your memory, now go and write it down before you forget it.”

I detected a taunt in those last words, but I wasn’t so sure and besides that I was reluctant to face him so I didn't turn around to look at him. Because when I do look at his beautiful face, the two warring emotions inside me makes me all the more confused. Revulsion and the desire. “Go to hell.” I shot back and marched away from him, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. The only problem was as much as my mind screamed to put much needed distance between him and myself, my body craved to erase the said distance.

It was only a hushed a whisper that I heard when my hand was on the doorknob, pulling it open. “Been there…”

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And yeah, I know you all want to be in his class!!