I woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped around my waist, and when I opened my eyes, Kye was still in the same position on my body.

Except, this time his eyes were open, already looking at me.

"Good morning?" I said, running a hand through my hair.

He kissed my bare stomach, then he moved to the other side of the bed, still keeping his hand around my waist.

"Good morning," he said back, watching as I yawned.

"We need to talk about yesterday," I said after a moment, all the intense need for him going to a normal level.

He sighed, taking his hand off of my body.

"Yeah, I know."

"Look, what you did was shitty. Lying to me like that? Making me feel like you used me all those times, I-"

I paused for a moment when I watched his eyes sadden.

"I don't know what to do or say, you had me thinking you fucked some other girl."

"I know I know, I was a real dick. And being drunk isn't an excuse, I just fucking wanted you right there and I didn't know what else to say, I've never felt like this before."

"Come on, of course you have." I said, "you're Kye Santiago, there must have been some other girl."

He only just shook his head.

"No," he started, "You're the only one that makes me feel this way, the only one that makes me-"

He just turned over on his back, looking up to the ceiling above us.

"No one challenges me like you do, no one hates me like you do."

He scoffed, running his hand over his face.

"Fuck, I don't think there could ever be anyone else that could make me feel like this."

I didn't say anything as he said those words to me, the feeling of butterflies erupting in my stomach as he continued on.

"And when you left yesterday, I knew I fucked up, seeing that god damned look on your face made me want to let go of everything, even let you go and be free in your life."

He continued to ramble on, his gaze still on the ceiling above until he said his next words.

"But as I followed you to explain everything, to tell you what you do to me, I saw you with that guy and it took everything in me to not kill him."

His eyes were directly on mine now, digging deep into my soul, searching every inch of my body.

"I can never let you go, even if I did, I'll always be there, watching from the sidelines."

"You're mine, you'll forever be mine, even if you hate me, even if you want to kill me, you're fucking mine."

I was frozen in place, I didn't know what to say next.

What he did to me two nights ago fucking hurt, and even as he licked the hot tears off my face, I hated that moment, and I brushed off the pleasurable feeling of his tongue on my face.

But his words now made me forget everything, the burning hatred for him vanishing as I stared at him, his darkened eyes staring at me.

I forgive him, even after everything I forgive him.

That is the right choice. Right?

Yes.

I think I took too long to answer, because he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.

"Hate me, tell me that you hate me," he muttered against my mouth, and I was too caught up in grasping onto him I didn't answer.

But my movements faltered when I felt his hand slither up my neck, his fingers wrapping around me.

"Tell me," he said harshly, his grip tightening.

I let out a gasp when he squeezed even tighter, my airway closing quickly.

"I hate you, I hate you so much."

He silenced me by putting his lips on mine again, kissing away the tears of pain.

"I hate you too," he replied, and I felt his hand move to the back of my neck, threading his fingers through my hair to pull.

I let out a pleasurable moan when he tugged harshly, and he darted his tongue inside my mouth.

He used his other hand to grab the back of my thigh, bringing it over his leg to pull me closer.

I moaned again when pleasure shot straight through my body, his thigh directly on my sensitive area.

He groaned in approval against my mouth, slowly moving his thigh up and down, digging into me.

"Kye-" I gasped out, pulling my mouth away from his to throw my head back, closing my eyes as he continued to move his thigh against me.

He captured my lips again with his, silencing my moans.

"Be a good girl and be quiet, I don't want anyone to know what I am keeping in here," he whispered against me, and I whimpered at his words.

"That's it," he said as I bit my lip, trying to conceal the noises that were coming up from my throat, and I could barely contain it when I felt his finger slip down my body.

When I felt it glide against me, I clamped my legs around him, trying my best not to let all the moans leave my mouth, expressing how much he made me feel.

"Such a good girl," he cooed as he picked up his pace inside me.

It took everything inside me to not scream his name, and I regretted the choice to whisper it.

"Hm," he said as he stopped, "what happened to the good girl that was listening as I finger fucked her?"

I shook as he didn't give me the release I needed, and when I opened my eyes, he was looking at me with disappointment.

"Get on your knees," he said, threading his fingers through my hair again and pulling upwards.

"If you don't want to listen," he paused when he put his mouth to my ear, "then you need to be punished."

I obeyed quickly, going on my knees on the bed and sitting down on them.

He went on his knees too, and I forgot that we were both still naked.

He didn't waste anytime by grabbing the back of my neck and thrusting into my mouth, making me instantly gag as he hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck-" he muttered, leaving his mouth open in agape as he continued to thrust in and out of my mouth, my drool starting to pool out of my mouth and onto him.

If he wanted to play this game, then so be it.

I started to swirl my tongue around his tip, and I felt myself soar with pride as he let out a small moan.

I took this chance to move my head back and forth, taking control of the situation.

"Oh no you don't," he said quickly, grabbing the back of my hair more tightly and thrusting in faster.

I whimpered when I felt my eyes start to tear up, and his eyes filled with approval as he stared down at me.

And when he closed his eyes and threw his head back, opening his mouth, I knew he was close.

The white substance hit the back of my throat, and some got on my chin when he pulled out.

I took my thumb and wiped it off my chin, smudging some on my bottom lip as I licked it off my thumb.

He watched every movement as I stared up at him, fully submerging my thumb into my mouth and licking my lips clean.

He easily took the back of my neck and lifted me up so that way we were both on our knees.

He kissed me harshly, swirling his tongue around mine and placing two hands on my hips, pulling me tight against him.

He swiftly flipped me over, my back against his chest as he attached his lips to my neck.

What I didn't notice before was the large mirror that sat on the wall, both of our naked bodies visible as I looked into it.

"Now you're gonna watch as I fuck you," he whispered in my ear. "And if I see you look away, I'll stop."

I didn't say anything as he roamed his hands around my body, pinching my skin when I didn't answer.

"Understood?" he said, and I nodded.

"Words," he snapped out.

"Yes."

He hummed in approval, tracing his fingers down my bare torso and onto my butt.

"Lift your hips," he said quietly, and I obeyed, lifting up my hips for him.

I let out a gasp when I felt him slip inside me, and his grip on either side of me tightened.

"Fuck you feel good," he whispered, groaning as he went as far as he could go.

I shivered at the feeling of him inside me, and when he started to move, he didn't stop the loud moans coming from my mouth.

He used both hands to guide my hips down to his, our bodies creating a sound as they connected together.

I listened and didn't take my eyes off of us in the mirror, and either did he.

In fact, we both held eye contact the entire time, both of our moans filling the room as we held onto each other.

I was leaning against him, one arm behind me and on the back of his neck, and the other on his hand that was on my hip.

"Kye!" I said loudly as he started to pick up his pace, and I started to shake underneath him.

"I'm gonna-" I started out, but finished in a moan when he hit the right spot inside of me.

"Then cum, cum for me," he whispered, his words being the thing that sent me over the edge, and I resisted the urge to close my eyes, staring directly at him as I hit my high.

When I felt myself relax, he didn't stop, continuing to pound into me.

"Kye, I can't," I said to him, my body starting to shake from the overstimulation.

"You can, and you will," he answered, grabbing onto my hips harder as he thrusted into me.

My mouth was open now, both loud and soft moans coming out as I felt the pain turn into pleasure, my second high coming close.

When he squeezed my hips tighter, I felt him fill inside me, and that was enough to make me go over the second time.

I instantly collapsed on him, and he held me tight as he slowly rode out both of our highs.

He moved my hair over to the other side, kissing my neck softly as he brought us back down on the bed.

I rested my head on his chest as he played with my hair, both of us talking about random things and all the things we used to do to each other.

When he looked at the clock, he gave me a kiss on the head, lifting himself up.

"Where are you going?" I asked as he made his way around the room.

"For a shower," he said, and I pulled the blankets over my head.

"Come join me," I heard him say, and when he pulled the covers off of me, I saw him smile down at me.

"Why don't you join me," I responded, and I watched as his eyes traveled down to my completely naked body.

"As much as I would love to, a shower is needed, and I could see your wet naked body there."

I rolled my eyes and sat up, crossing my arms over my chest.

He only tsked and moved my hands away, quickly throwing my body over his shoulder as he walked to the shower.

"Hey!" I shouted, "that's not fair!"

He only just laughed as he turned the shower on, placing me in it and watching as the water soaked my body.

He stepped in, smiling down at me as the water splashed all over my body.

He washed my hair, and then my body, cleaning every inch of me from head to toe.

I did the same for him, and laughed as I washed his knees, figuring out that they were ticklish.

But as he stepped closer to kiss me, a gunshot made us both freeze, both of us turning towards each other as we heard another one fire out from the hallway outside.