𝑴𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍~𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

C27~ Mine

WARNING: This chapter
contains sexual scenes and language

Natalie's POV

Thankfully, it didn't take long for me to get to Patrick's. Before leaving to go straight to his house, i ran into mine quickly, showered and changed, and then started walking to his place. All it took was a singular knock at his door, and it flung open immediately. "What took you so long?!" he said angrily, closing the door behind me as i stepped inside. "You said come over when you're ready. I'm ready now." I replied sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and took hold of my hand, leading me upstairs into his messy room. It stunk of smoke, i mean - it always did. But for some reason or the other, it was stronger than ever before. Curiosity came upon me, and i wanted to know why, patricularly because of Missy. She better not have been here. "Why does it smell so strongly of smoke? You haven't had other people round here, have you?" I questioned. I was looking around slowly, inspecting the room for any odd changes since i was last here. Like a dropped bra or something... "No." Patrick answered abruptly. "Answer the other question." I spoke, looking him in the eyes. God, even though i may have hated him in that moment, it never could've lasted long anyway. Deep down, i loved him. Not even loved him. I needed him. He bent his head to light a cigarette and didn't reply for a good minute. It took him around two or three puffs until he responded. "I was stressed after the phone call. Thought you were doing stuff..." he took yet another puff, a longer one this time. At this point, if looks could kill, i would probably be dead. He knew what he wasn't supposed to. He knew he was right, and i proved his suspicion correct. "With Victor." I looked to my side and avoided any and all eye contact with him. Honestly, i was blown away by the fact that he didn't lose his shit then and there. "Well, i thought you were doing stuff with Missy. Smelling all this smoke made me question things. Last night did, too." I spoke harshly. "I didn't even know what i was doing, Natalie. i told you this!" Patrick raised his voice and took a step closer. I did not move back or flinch. I simply stood there. "Neither did I." He took a final drag of the cigarette between his fingers before opening a window and throwing it out. Boy, was he mad. "You let Criss fuck you?!" He shouted. "I was angry and confused! It's all your fucking fault Patrick!" I argued back. He clenched his fists and took a short but deep breath, "I'm gonna kill the fucker." "No you're not." I snapped. Patrick wrapped his hand around my throat and stared me deeply in the eyes, his light grey eyes flamed with anger. "You're mine, got that? Not Victor's. You're my girl and it's gonna stay that way." I nodded silently. Patrick still had a tight grip on my neck, it only got tighter, "Tell me you love me, Natalie. Tell me you're mine." "I'm yours, I love you. I always will." I replied with a smirk plastered on my face. A small smile of relief creeped onto his pale face.

"That's right." he kissed my forehead and let go of my throat, his hands travelling to my waist. He pulled me closer to him and then kissed me. I knew all the anger building up in him would be released one way or another, clearly now it would be through sex. His hands slipped down my back, cupping my ass. The kiss became rougher, more agressive, and i was loving it. Pat was too. He led me to his bed, not even breaking the kiss once and layed me down. Finally, i broke the kiss gasping for air. He looked down at me, his breathing heavy. "Fuck, i need you." i breathed. Hurriedly, he undressed me and i was only left in my underwear. I didn't care about what he did anymore. I just needed him. His touch on my soft skin sent pure shivers down my spine, I threw my head back and he began sucking agressively on my collarbone and chest. I felt myself getting wetter by the second, my thong now soaked with need. Noticing this, he pulled them off of me and rapidly inserted two fingers into my throbbing pussy. My moans grew louder and louder, Patrick added a third finger into the thrusts and i threw my head back instantly, my body jolting every second from the ardent sensation pulsing through me. My moans were uncontrollable by now and within seconds i released, collapsing onto the bed. He laughed staring down at me, "This is what you get for fucking Blondie."
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