THREE- PERSECUTING KISS

HER POV

"Hey, you asshole, get off your filthy hands with mine," she shouted, still struggling to wriggle out of the strange man's grip on her.

Until they reached the outside of the bar where there were no people and the road was quiet. Suddenly she felt a chill as a strong wind suddenly blew.

She did realize that she was only wearing a black halter top and black mini jeans so she immediately felt cold. Suddenly the man's hold on her loosened and she felt the cold gone and was replaced by a familiar scent.

He put the leather jacket he was wearing on her shoulder. She was about to thank him but he was already forcing her into the car that was right in front of her. She was about to calm down when he immediately closed the passenger seat door where he had put her in.

She was scared of the possibility of being taken away. She did not know the man who saved her from the rude man she had been dancing with earlier. She suddenly felt alarmed and suddenly felt scared. She can't be kidnapped nor raped.

She had to ask her friends for help. Thinking about it, she reached for her phone in the pocket of her mini skirt but it was not there. She remembered that she had left the clutch bag she was carrying in the private room.

How could she escape this stranger? She had to think of an immediate solution to escape. As long as the man had not entered the driver's seat, she could still get out of here so she turned the door open but it was locked.

She just groaned in frustration. Even if she screamed inside, no one would hear her, especially since the car's windows were tinted. A few minutes had passed and the man still had not entered, which added to her already heaving chest.

He was restless so he tried to turn the door on the driver's seat and also the one behind the passenger's seat but still failed to open either of them. He was forced back into his seat when the driver's seat door suddenly opened.

She sat up straight and immediately focused her gaze on the daring man who had approached her. If earlier he had been wearing a hat and a black leather jacket, now he was just wearing a plain white t-shirt and faded jeans.

She could see more clearly that his perfect face resembled the man her heart had been searching for for a long time. He was still blinking because he might have just been dreaming.

"Is this the way you welcome your big brother, huh, little sister?" his jaw tightened as he spoke as if he was mocking her.

"Franz, is that you?" she asked in surprise.

"No other little vixen," he mocked at her.

"Yeah, I know right, same old asshole teaser," he retorted.

"And you same hard-headed spoiled brat, uhmn -ah ah... and a flirty not so grown up kiddo..here," he added.

"Hey, hey, if you just came home to scold me, get lost!" she lost her kept temper and blurted out at him.

"Whoah... you sounded like a crying baby never given your fave toys, well well darling now that your 18, it doesn't give you damn right to flirt and be harassed with random guys you met in the bar," he angrily hissed at her that even though the lights inside the car weren't very bright he could see the tendons in her neck as he spoke.

She suddenly fell silent at his frankness and anger. Why does he seem so disturbed upon seeing her with another guy? Does it bother him so much? He hasn't cared about her for years and here he is now, like some hero who's being scolded by her.

"What do you care? It's my birthday again and I just want to have fun! So stop acting like a concerned brother of all time because you are not!" he shouted at her.

She wanted to scold him for the years he left her without saying goodbye, without calling or communicating, and without even a hint of him while he was abroad. But what's the point? He wouldn't listen to her, he would just look pitiful at her.

He doesn't care about her, about her feelings. When did he ever listen to her sentiments in life? He always blocks her whenever she wants someone to talk to and he is mean to his daddy. And it came from his mouth that he doesn't consider her Franz's sister, which is probably why he always gets angry with her whenever she messes with his things.

She only does that because he notices her and to amuse her. That's also how she gets revenge for the jealousy she feels for the attention her daddy gives her. If she messes with Franz's things, it just means that there is a possibility that she can get close to him because he will fight her.

He is often quiet next to her or far away and she often catches him staring at her. She doesn't know why but she knows that he is distant from her because of what she makes Franz do. But deep down in her, she has a deeper reason why she often pays attention to her older brother.

"Ah, and who says that I am your brother? Well, how many times do I tell you that I am not your brother and that I am not your brother...is that difficult to remember?" he suddenly slammed his fist on the steering wheel, startling her.

"We're not siblings, so why are you so angry? It's better to get me out of here before my party inside is over," she demanded of Franz.

"You can't do that, you're not coming back inside, that's an order," she added, adjusting her seat and turning her attention to the steering wheel to start the car.

"And who gave you the right to order me around? Daddy and Auntie couldn't make me do what they wanted, so why are you, who's not my blood and only showed up to me now, you bastard fake brother," she spat at Franz.

Suddenly, her gaze darkened. Her thick eyebrows immediately met and she immediately approached him and violently grabbed his shoulder, pinning him down. But deep inside, a strange electricity flowed through her, through his skin that was pressed against hers.

"And what are you going to do to me, huh, you can't frighten me, you coward idiot!" she shouted because she knew Franz was only a word away because every time their skins came close, he immediately turned pale and quickly moved away from her.

"Not anymore, your mouth is still tight, my little Felicity," she said quickly and completely captured his lips.

His kiss on her lips was violent and punishing. At first, she had difficulty responding to his kiss because of the surprise. She did not expect Franz to do this to her. She felt him bite her lower lip to open her closed lips.

She felt dazed and bewildered in a sudden sensual action of Franz to her. She could not push it away and stop Franz's audacity towards her because she also liked him kissing her lips. This was her first kiss ever and she did not expect that Franz would be the one she would be giving her as she had long dreamed of.

She opened her mouth fully to him and she immediately tasted the mixed minty flavor of his breath as well as the taste of blood from her injured lip because of Franz's bite. These kisses were piercing. The sensation caused by his tasting the inside of her lips rubbed against her skin.

Although she was not skilled at kissing, she immediately followed the movements of his tongue. She fought with his tongue and agreed with every caress and intense kiss he gave her. She is in definite surrender with her fake brother. She no longer has any hidden reservations for herself. She just wants to be completely carried away by Franz.

She felt one of his hands caressing her nape down her back. They are both enjoying their French kissing. It seemed that neither of them wanted to stop as Franz pressed his body even more against hers. They are both glued with each other.

As if on cue and she was about to reach the peak of her intense desire, Franz suddenly stopped her and immediately moved away from her. It seemed that she was embarrassed and embarrassed by Franz's treatment of her.

They were caught on oblivion or was it just her because she was suddenly carried away by desire in the kiss that she and Franz shared that was already wrong from the start. Why did he let her do that? And why did her brother do this to her?

"Why?" she asked Franz timidly.

"Why did I do that or why did I stop? Simply because to punish you!" she said to him without emotion and directly.

"You monster, you're really a bad guy!" he shouted at her.

"You said it right, I am your demon so start being afraid because from now on I'm going to break that wing of yours that mommy and daddy didn't even make," he finally said before finally speeding the car away from the bar.