Sex Addict (Frostiron) Chapter 8

I looked at Tony, something in me was telling me that he was telling the truth, but he can’t have been. I know he used me, he’s just trying to sweet talk his way back. Besides, I know what my brother did to him. My eyes narrowed and I moved closer to him.

“I never wanted to hurt you, Loki.” He said. Why was I believing him? It was because of me believeing him that I messed up. I decided to give him one more chance, but to be honest I think I am turning just as bad as he is.

I kissed him gently and held him close. It was funny. I don’t think I would have kissed him if I hadn’t already slept with him. We have only had one date afterall. There have been pleanty of princesses and princes in my life, none that I have ever settled with. None that I have initiated the kissing with. I’m not a prude, I was just never really interested before.

Tony was enjoying the kiss, I could tell. To be honest, I just wanted him to shut up. I think I am turning as bad as him.

I took his hand and walked him to my room. He’d never been in my room before. I was a little embarrassed about how he would see it.

“Your room is… tidy” he said. I hadn’t decorated it. I didn’t see the need too. It just had a cupboard full of my clothes and a bed, which was made. My daggers were laying on the dresser. In the draws I kept a few secrets but nothing I was willing to show Tony. I know now that his room looks very lived in. Mine, on the other hand, does not.

“I’m going to take this as a form of intimacy. No one ever comes in here so I-” I kissed him again. He really needs to learn to shut up.

I put my hand on his chest and pulled away.

“Stop talking. Your voice is grating.” He blushed when I said that. I don’t understand why.

“Oh really?” He asked. “What else does my presence do?”

“Anthony your presence causes a lot of troubles for me, from the smell of alcohol which is soaked into your clothes to the look of constant tiredness in your eyes.” He blushed more. Then I realised that he was getting off on my insults. “You’re liking this, aren’t you? Disgusting little pervert.”

“I didn’t say I was liking it.” He said.

“Your body is speaking magnitudes for you right now.” I noticed he was errect. “So much of a sex addict that even when you’re getting insulted you want to do it. Pathetic.” I said and then kissed his neck gently. “You’re just begging for attention. It doesn’t matter what kind as long as all the focus is on you.”