He carries me in, but I keep struggling to get free. "Babe, stop fucking moving! If you wanted me you could've just said so you know?" He says with a cocky smirk.
"Fuck you! Put me down, asswhole!" I snarl, already getting pissed, when I've hardly been here 5 minutes.
Good thing is, he actually puts me down, bad thing is he slaps me afterward. "Right now you are to go to your room and God help you if you even try to escape." He threatens, "when I'm finished with my business, I'll come get you myself. Jésus, keep an eye on the bitch." I clench my jaw when he calls me a bitch, as if I were shit stuck to his fucking designer shoes.
Jésus grabs hold of my upper arm tightly, but not so tight it hurts, and pulls me to 'my' room. "I'm sorry," he whispers, once we're out of ear shot. I nod my head, silently telling him it's ok.
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A few hours later of complete boredom, I finally hear the door opening, and already knowing he's the one coming in, I just keep facing forward, jaw clenched.
His strong arms wrap around my waist, but instead of feeling warm, safe, and loved (which is complete bullshit).
I feel disgusted, nauseated, and sick.
"Baby, I always knew you would come back." He says kissing my neck, making me feel all the more nauseated, also acting as if he wasn't a total asswhole a couple of hours earlier.
"Of course I would, mostly 'cause I want you to leave me the fuck alone." I reply, gritting my teeth.
I feel him chuckle against my neck, and my stomach rolls.
"Baby, you do know I'll never leave you alone, right?" He asks me.
"So much for getting my hopes up." I reply in a sarcastic tone.
"Anyway," he says, ignoring my sarcasm. "How do you feel?"
"Sick, awful, disgusted." It's not exactly a lie..
"Well, since you feel so bad, you should be laying down in bed... with me on top, and my dick shoved into the delicious pussy of yours." He breathes against my neck, then bites down harshly, while I force myself to hold onto my cry of pain. "You're mine Raven. And if your new knight in shining armor tries to stop me, it'll end badly Raven. I'm sure you don't want that now, do you?"
I'm about to reply, when a knife appears out of nowhere, and is currently being lightly shoved into my throat, so I'll get the message. So, me totally not being afraid, not the sarcasm, I nod my head.
"Good." He replies, pleased with my answer.
"Can I ask you something." I say to him.
"Hmm." Is all I get, but I still ask him the question.
"What would you do if I told you I was pregnant." Of course I'm not, but this will delay the death wish that I have apparently brought upon myself.
"I would obviously kill you after my heir is born." He replies in a duh tone.
"And if I attempt suicide before he or she is born?"
"We'll just have to make sure that won't happen, now won't we." He turns me around and I face the cool green eyes of the man who has been after me for quite some time now.
"Why do you want me here, Jordan? I'm pretty sure your other girlfriends are prettier and keep you better entertained than I do, so I don't get why you need me."
"No, no, Raven. You know your better than all those other clingy bitches. Now enough talk, we've got to get out of here before your damned knight decides to make a little show and be your rescuer. Too bad I'll be damned before that happens, because your mine. Only mine."
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Romance"Why did you leave?" He asks. "Because I had to, I had to set things straight and stop being afraid. That's why I became a personal trainer, to be able to train other people and be able to train at the same time as them, getting stronger for that r...
