Bound To Him | ✔️

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~Katya's POV~

I sipped from the large cup of Coca Cola that I'd gotten for myself as I sat down in one of the seats with everyone else, huffing as I had to wiggle my hips to get comfortable. These chairs and their dumb arms weren't made for people with wide hips or big butts, it seemed.

An amused snort sounded from beside me, causing me to glance up as I huddled my snacks in my lap so they wouldn't fall to the floor. "What?" I huffed, giving Onyx a glare. His lips twitched up into a smirk and I watched as his gaze wandered down the length of my figure, lingering on my bare thighs. "I just noticed that you seemed to have a little bit of trouble with the chair, is all. My lap is always an option if you're looking for something more comfortable." He said, a teasing tone to his voice. I just scoffed and rolled my eyes, swirling my straw around within the lidded cup. "You know, if you think that is a good pickup line then it's a wonder why I ever agreed to sleep with you." I responded bluntly, watching the ads playing on the projected screen before the movie, like they always did.

Out of the corner of my eye, a scowl formed on his face and I hid a smile, closing my mouth around the top of the straw and biting at it gently. He didn't like my lack of interest, the fact that I was brushing him aside like this—and that was what I wanted. Maybe it was mean of me, but I didn't feel bad. We weren't together. Hell, we couldn't even stand each other, but at the very least I didn't want him to misunderstand what this was.

"Hey!" I gasped in surprise when Onyx grabbed my by the wrist and tugged me out of my chair, leading me out of the theater. We entered the empty hallway instead, an angry frown on my lips as I realized that my candies had all been dumped on the theater floor. Only my soda had survived. "You better pay me back for that!" I exclaimed, but he completely ignored me. "Shut up." He snapped, dragging me further down the hall. I glared at the back of his head, shivering when he pushed open a door and we stepped outside into the night, which was utterly quiet. A shiver raced up my spine from the change in temperature, though it wasn't necessarily cold. Only a little breezy.

"What are we doing out here?" I asked, confused and slightly annoyed still. He let me go and turned to face me, crossing his muscular arms over his firm chest. "We need to talk." He stated, his words causing my eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. Nonetheless, I gave a small nod to let him know I was listening to whatever he wanted to say to me.

"I'm not going to apologize. I don't want your attention, Katya, and I meant that. But we both have agreed and clearly shown we want each other's bodies. You want my dick, and I want your pussy. Those are just the facts." He said, taking a step closer to me. The way that he spoke to me, ever so blunt and his voice a low murmur, had my belly churning with desire. I knew this wasn't the place, though, so I tried to push it down. "There's nothing wrong with that. I don't care if you like me or if you give me attention in front of other people or not, and I'll tell you why." He hummed, large hands gripping my hips to press me against the brick wall.

My face felt warm but nowhere near as hot as the space between my legs. "Because all I want is to know that I'll have it when I want you. All I want is to get your attention in the only way that I want it—to fuck." He hissed lowly, as if he wanted me to remember these words.

And I knew that I would.

"Fine, then." I whispered, shivering as his fingers brushed over the exposed skin of my waist. A smirk grew upon Onyx's lips and he tugged me into his front, ducking his head to nip along my jawline. He let out a low groan and took a slow inhale, seeming to like the cupcake scent of my perfume that lingered on me. "No more fucking playing hard to get, kitty. Now give me your phone and let me put my number in it. And when you want me, you better fucking call me, yeah?" He breathed, to which I nodded my head weakly. "Y-Yeah." I agreed softly.

With a gentle push to his chest to get some space, I reached underneath my sweater and pulled my iPhone from where I had it in my bra, stuffed between my breasts. His lips twitched up in amusement when I pulled it out, flicking his gaze down to my clothed chest with a spark in his gaze. "Seems you don't need pockets when you've got those, hm?" He teased, taking my phone from my hand, which was a little warm from the fact that I'd been holding it within my breasts. I glared up at him, an embarrassed flush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks. "Just put your number in, idiot." I told him with a huff.

He chuckled but did as I'd said, a squeak of surprise leaving me when he reached up after he was done, pushing up my sweater over my chest. "H-Hey!" I gasped, stunned. A soft chuckle left his lips and he pushed my phone back into my bra, tucking it in my cleavage. "Don't stop me just yet, kitty." He hummed when I placed my hands on his shirt clad chest, intending on pushing him away.

I hesitated, my lips parting when his tongue teased my very exposed cleavage. It was inappropriate, I knew it, but I didn't bother to stop him. I didn't want to.

So it was no surprise that I found myself pressed up against the brick wall, lulling my head back as he sucked at my flesh, lapping his tongue over my breasts. I moaned softly, feeling my nipples tightening and my hips shift in need as I ran my fingers through his hair, which was even softer than it looked. He groaned in response, hazel eyes hooded and heavy breaths leaving his plump lips as he met my gaze. "Fuck, you make me so hard so easily." He growled, playfully pressing his erection into me so as to prove it. "But unfortunately," He added breathlessly. "I think we should be getting back before someone gets suspicious."

Goosebumps rose on my skin as his fingers traced over my cleavage, brushing against the hickeys he'd left behind. "Figured I'd at least leave something to remind you of me, though." He hummed.