"Love is blind, and lovers cannot see,
The pretty follies that themselves commit."

-Jessica, The Merchant
Of Venice

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"You'll choke me again?" I interrupted his angry rant with a hand hitting question, which seemed to stop him.

He looked at me for what seemed to be a long time, but then moved forward and whispered in my ear, "No, but you wish I would have done so. Soon."

I was confused by his answer, and even more by the tone he spoke in. Why was I hearing sensuality in his voice? Was he trying to seduce me?

"What the hell are you- oomph!" I couldn't even complete my sentence as a pair of lips descended upon mine in the most rough and unexpected manner.

Eyes wide, I wished to process this in a different way, where all of this would be a stupid dream, but I waited and waited, but it did not end. His thick lips moulded into my delicate ones perfectly, way too perfectly, which unsettled me to the core. I would have to retract before it's too late.

Pushing him away violently, I shouted at him, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Get the hell away from me!"

But my words landed on deaf ears, as I couldn't see any of it affecting him. The crazed, lustful gaze was still evident in his eyes, and he licked his lips before crushing them to mine once again. He had to be fucking kidding me, acting like a hormonal teenager all of a sudden. His lips enveloped me whole, eating me like I was a whole damn snack, and this time, it took me double the time to get away from him, which I did with a lot of difficulty.

"Stop, please." I pleaded with him, not trusting myself with him for even a second now.

"I can't. I've dreamt of tasting you and seeing what it's like for ages now, and I can't stop myself. You're irresistible." He said, closing in on me again.

My mouth slacked wide open, not believing what he just said. "Oh how I would have never known, from the way you glared my way every time you saw me."

"That's because you're extremely annoying, and it doesn't change. But, you're still drop-dead gorgeous, whatever you do." He replied back, rendering me silent for a moment, which he took full advantage of.

Pressing our lips together once more, he swallowed up all of my protests, and pressed me to himself more and more. He must have been extremely inebriated to have kissed me, the person he apparently abhors the most right now. But that didn't make me any better of a person, because I must have been more drunk than he was, to have kissed him back with the same fervor and passion.

The sensations were heavenly, never felt before, and it overwhelmed me to the point where it turned into fear. Fear of having had a taste of something which I would never get again. Who knows this could be the first and last time we would allow ourselves to be this stupid.

But for some reason, we didn't stop. We couldn't stop. He broke off the kiss and trailed his lips down my neck, kissing and biting on any piece of skin available for him on display. I moaned involuntarily, which only encouraged him further. The next thing I knew, I was perched on the kitchen island, with my shirt half opened and my bra gone. This bastard was too smooth for my liking.

Once he had opened all the buttons of my shirt, he pushed it down from my shoulders while I helped him to remove it. Drunk on passion and a bit of whiskey, I was confident this time. Confident to show my body, to be comfortable in my skin without having the fear of getting rejected for being fat, or curvy as they like to call it.

It was just another word of consolation, but I could always see the hesitation and indignation in their eyes, no matter how hard they tried to mask it. It was a curse I had to live with my whole life, and I knew I wouldn't be free of it anytime soon. But on nights like these, when I was too drunk to care and so was the man with me, these nights helped me release stress and be carefree for a little while. No wonder it quickly became an obsession of mine to sleep around regularly. It was a need, more than obsession, but I welcomed it nonetheless.

But tonight, things changed a bit. The way he looked at me was just like those other men - with lust and longing. But I was aware of how little alcohol we had in our systems, and that wouldn't have been enough for him him not care. So why was he admiring me instead of being repulsed? Was it true that he had always found me desirable?

"You look heavenly Scarlett, absolutely gorgeous." He said, before dipping down to kiss my breasts savagely.

My back arched and I moaned again for the millionth time tonight, as he teased and bit all around my nipples, creating purplish red marks all over. This was just the foreplay, but to think that I was already this aroused had me marveling at his prowess. He was really good with his mouth, that I could see. And this must be why he was so popular among all the women that they longed longed have a taste of him.

I just hoped I wouldn't fall too deep in this pit of lust and end up becoming his next victim.

But then I realized who I was - bold, daring, and confident Scarlett Lockewood. I was the female version of this bastard, and he would get nowhere by playing me.

So, let the games begin.

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