Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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After getting up, Tyler held out his hand for me to take it, but I refused and slapped it away from me.

I got up by myself and glared at him. I wanted to hit him again. Hit him so fucking much, but I held myself back. Barely. My fists were clenched and teeth gritted together. I watched Tyler’s every move as he went and put on simple black jeans and white t-shirt. He looked so hot with his bare feet and messy hair dressed so simply.

He took one black t-shirt from his drawer and threw it at me, but I didn’t move. It hit my chest and fell down on the floor by my feet.

When Tyler realized that I was not going to pick it up, he sighed.

“Why don’t you put it on? It’s clean.” He pointed at the shirt.

“I want my clothes back,” I hissed.

“All you are getting is this shirt and if you are nice to me - sweatpants.” He winked at me.

“You prick,” I grumbled.

“Call me whatever you want, baby. My house, my rules. You are at my mercy and if I were you, I’d play girlfriend and with a little more enthusiasm,” he smirked and stepped closer.

I huffed.

“In your dreams. As I told you before, we are never happening.” I put an emphasis on never.

That statement wiped off the smirk off his face.

“Get dressed. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen. You better be there in five minutes. Trust me, you don’t want me to come after you,” he said in a cold voice and left the room, slamming the door behind him, but not before he threw peppermint gums at me. They landed on the shirt.

When I looked down, I could feel my cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Of course, my breath most likely stank.

I sighed and took the pack of gums, put two in my mouth. Then I picked up the shirt from the floor and put it on. After that, I searched for my phone or any of my stuff, but nothing.

I screamed in frustration and decided that the sooner I deal with the douche in the kitchen, the better.

So I went there to find Tyler making coffee and sandwiches.

“I was starting to think I’ll have to drag you out of that room. So, do you like your coffee white or black?” He asked, not even looking at me. Tyler put two mugs of hot drink on the kitchen table where a plate of sandwiches was placed.

“I hate everything that tastes like coffee,” I said, and that made Tyler look at me. He seemed surprised.

“Seriously?” He asked, but I just narrowed my eyes at him.

“I am not in a mood to joke around.” I gritted through my teeth.

“In that case,” he took mugs and poured the content down the drain in the sink. Then he took out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“Sit,” he ordered, and I listened. I sat down and he sat opposite me, pouring us drinks.

“Isn’t it a bit too early to start drinking?” I asked, but that was more like a mocking question.

“It’s never too early for a good whiskey,” he answered anyway.

“Can we please just get this over with? What do you want from me? Lecture about how I ran from your buddy?” I asked.

“There is nothing to get over with and no, I decided not to do that, although what you did was dangerous and irresponsible.” He said, drinking from his glass.

“What do you mean? Why am I here then?” I was confused.

“Like I said before, I want you to be mine. I’ve already claimed you, so no one in the gang will go near you. Now I’ll have to let everyone else know that as well.” I looked at him with wide eyes as he leaned back in his chair.

What the hell was he talking about? Claimed me? That couldn’t possibly be true. No one could claim someone, could they?

“What happened to the whole’ not my type’ thing? Besides, did you forget that I can’t stand the sight of you?” I was shocked. Was he really that delusional?

“I know you are not thrilled about me, but I promise you that you’ll change your mind. I am a good guy when it comes to my woman. I take care of her and make her feel good. If you agree to be mine, Amabel, I will make you my queen. I will show you what to be a woman of a real man means. I will keep you safe, protect you from any danger.” He was looking at me intensely while I just shook my head.

“I know that you are drawn towards me just as I am to you. You can’t deny that feeling you get every time I touch you,” he spoke in a husky voice, getting up from his seat and coming towards me. More like stalking towards me, as if I was his prey. I guess at that moment I was and Tyler... He was a predator like he’d always been.

“Don’t tell me that you haven’t thought about me and you. About how it would feel when I enter you... kiss you... pleasure you...” his voice had gotten quieter yet deeper and somehow sexier, sending shivers through my body. He was standing behind me, leaned close to my ear. His hands slide from my shoulders down my arms.

Why didn’t I stop him? What was going on with me?

“Why do you keep fighting this?” he kissed right below my ear.

Because my hands rested in my lap, his hands reached my thighs and painfully slowly moved up, teasing me.

My heart was pounding and breathing quickened. I closed my eyes involuntarily. It was like my common sense was melting away with every inch he moved.

“Don’t...” I managed to let out in a whisper.

“Why? Stop fighting this kitten... Let yourself go for once and just enjoy the moment...” he was now nibbling my earlobe, making hair on my body stand in a good way.

His hands had reached my inner thighs and a quiet moan left my mouth. At that point, I had lost all control over my body and forgot why this was wrong. All I could concentrate in that moment was myself getting really wet and wanting Tyler to sooth the need between my legs.

I wanted him, the beast that was slowly breaking his way inside my soul, and I couldn’t deny it any longer. I tried to hate him. I tried to feel disgusted by him and act like he didn’t affect me one bit, but that was all a lie. At that moment, I couldn’t feel anything but the need for him.

And the thing that might be my undoing was that HE knew it as well.