Jewel's POV
Shallow breathing makes my ears perk up slightly. Underneath me, soft blankets surround my body. I don't want to wake up yet. My head aches with a continuous pounding.
I squeeze my eyes together so that no light can peek through but they fly open when I hear a voice. His voice.
"I know you're awake, Jewel."
Eric. He's the last person I saw before I blacked out. Suddenly, a rush of anxiety floods me and my eyes snap open to see him sitting on the edge of the bed next me, looking down at me with that same predatory stare.
I pull a blanket up from my knees up to my chest, so to protect myself from his gaze. "Where am I?" I ask, quietly.
He chuckles for a minute then leans down and runs a hand over my cheek. I immediately pull away from his touch. "Don't touch me." I snap at him. A series of emotions cross his face. Sadness. Confusion. But he settles on anger as he looks down at me. The hand that was touching my cheek comes down and yanks the blanket away from me, leaving me exposed to him now.
I gasp at his sudden roughness and try to curl my knees up to my chest, but he's too quick. In one swift motion, he throws the blanket to the ground and pulls me up by an arm. I'm practically sitting in his lap now.
He holds my wrist tightly in his hand. Eric's jaw is clenched and his eyes begin to narrow as he stares at me. "Are you afraid of me now?" Behind the anger, I can tell that there is genuine concern. He doesn't want me to be scared of him. And I'm not. At least, I don't think I am.
So much has happened in the past couple of days. He is the one who's acted like something was wrong. He's the who has that girl in his apartment. Of course, I'm skeptical. He must know that.
The hand that he isn't holding, rests lightly on the center of his chest. I can feel Eric's heart pound underneath my touch.
"How did I end up here?"
His expression softens and he lets go of my wrist. He makes sure, though to keep me in his grasp my winding an arm around my waist. He tugs on me so that I scoot farther up on his lap. Now both of my hands are pressed to his chest.
"You passed out right in front of me. I brought you back to your place. You dropped your keys outside of my apartment when you came by."
I don't remember that but then again I was a little distracted by the fact that Natalie was in his apartment and he was acting like he never wanted to see me again.
"Why are you here now?" I ask. This seems to bring the anger back into his eyes. The arm that is around my waist, tightens, his fingers dig into my side.
"Because I can be." He seethes.
"Don't you have a girlfriend you should be looking after?" I challenge.
Roughly, he throw me back against the pillows and he's immediately on top of me with my wrists pinned under his hands. The wind is knocked out of me and I can hardly breath.
"Don't patronize me, Amity." I can't help but roll my eyes at the name. So we're back to that now? Really?
I try and wiggle under his grasp but this only makes him hold tighter and press his body harder into mine.
"I wasn't patronizing you! Get off of me! You don't get to do this!" I'm surprised at how upset my voice sounds. Once again his expression changes and now he looks utterly confused.
"Do what? Help you after you passed out? Bring you back to your apartment? Keep you safe?"
My body thrashes underneath him until he finally lets up and I scramble to my feet and out of his reach.
"Keep me safe? Oh, you would like that, huh? But when? Before or after you're done playing games with me and fucking that Erudite girl? You told me to stay away. How about you follow your own instructions for once? I'm tired of your bullshit."
I'm not prepared for what is to happen next.
He jumps up from the bed, coming straight at me. I dart away from his grasp only for him to catch my arm in the middle of my escape and slam be against my dresser. Searing pain shoots through my body and I scream out. Tears instantly start to fall down my face from the impact.
I think he's a little shocked by his own actions as well as he stares in aw at me. It is soon gone, though and replaced with a menacing look.
His hands rest on either side of my dresser, caging me in. He leans down, his nose skimming over the fresh tears. Eric's lips come next to my ear and they linger.
"I'm not playing a game with you, I promise you that."
I look up to him with blurred vision. Darkness covers his eyes, reminding me of the Eric from the dream. It makes me shiver in fear. This makes him smirk.
Again, he leans back down and kisses the part where my shoulder meets my neck. Without even realizing it, my hands grasp onto his forearms.
"Eric, you told me to stay away. Stop, now." But of course he doesn't. He trails soft kisses up my neck and it's unbelievably pleasurable. I tilt my head to one side, giving him better access. His body presses into mine. His hard erection presses into my stomach.
This pulls my from my haze but before I can say anything, he speaks again.
Seductively, he whispers in my ear.
"Fucking an Erudite? I'd rather be fucking this sweet innocent little Amity."
Tehe. So happy I got to update today! Might update again tonight. Possibly. Not sure yet. Let me know what you think. Comment and Vote!
