Orphaned (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 (warning: this chapter contains sexual content)

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Maeve's POV

"Come on, lovely. You need to get some food in your system." A smooth voice prodded at my ears drums, awaking a pain that pounded at my head. I groaned irritably, scrunching up my nose. 'Don't disturb my sleep you little bastard', I thought, refusing to speak up due to my burning throat and throbbing head. "Oh, just open your pretty little eyes. I made you soup. Or... Dante did technically, but still. If you don't eat it, I'll have to force it down your throat, and that wouldn't be too pleasant, now would it my little pet." Moaning out weakly in slight pain, I managed to peel my eyes open.

"Good girl." Justin purred playfully, his lips tugging into a teasing smile. "Now open up." He ordered, lifting a spoon filled to the brim with a steaming broth. In no position to protest, I obliged to his command and parted my lips, eyes never trailing away from his face. As he lowered the spoon, his lips unintentionally puckered, his bushy brown brows raising upwards.

Carefully, he pressed the warm metal to my bottom lip before tipping it forwards, resulting in the delicious, hot liquid to pour into my mouth before slipping down my throat. It was incredibly refreshing after the five days without any food, and it soothed the burning in my throat. "Open." He demanded once again and I eagerly did as told, yet to be fully satisfied by the petite amount of food. He continued to feed me for a while, but then, he placed the still half full bowl on the bed side table. A whine if protest left my mouth. "Relax. You'll get more, if you answer some of my questions." He offered, smirking.

Sighing, I nodded, although feeling rather wary. "Fine. Fine." I mumbled, grimacing at the rough, raspy sound of my own voice. "What is it that you'd like to ask me?" I smirking weakly up at him, eyes narrowing.

Justin cleared his throat, shifting on the bed so that he completely faced me. "What's your name?" He questioned me, letting his tongue quickly dart out of his mouth to dampen his bottom lip.

Letting out a dry chuckle, I turned away from him. "Maeve." I stated bluntly.

"No. Your full name." He prodded impatiently. His finger lightly caressed my bare hip. That's when I finally realized my body was bare, unprotected by even a single scrap of clothing. The duvet sheet curled around around my body, just below my prominent hip bone. It seemed as if if my skin were any tighter, it was stretch and break apart. Looking back up at Justin, I released a crackly chuckle.

"My full, and only name is Maeve. Nothing more, nothing less. I am simply, Maeve. Although, some people enjoy calling me Stray." I explained softly. Justin frowned, his brows furrowing deeply, causing his forehead to wrinkle. Before he could speak up again, I beat him to it. "Now," I groaned as I forced myself to sit up fully, elbows propping me up. "Food." Justin grumbled to himself while leaning over to pick up the bowl full of soup. He spooned up some more of the broth and poured it into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the spoon, allowing my eyes to fall shut, and swallowed, then let out a soft sound of satisfaction.

There was suddenly a quiet groan from beside me. I peeled my eyes open, curiously looking at Justin. His lips were parted, his eyelids fallen halfway shut. In a matter of seconds, he had yanked the spoon away from me and placed the bowl back on the bedside table. "Okay, okay, enough of that," he said quickly, swallowing thickly. I scowled, wanting more of the delectable soup. Justin shifted again, placing his hands over his crotch. Raising a brow, I looked down between his thighs. There was a slightly visible bulge in his trouser.

"What's that?" I questioned him curiously, leaning up even more to get a better view of the mound. He hastily shifted away from my gaze, placing his right leg over his lap, wincing as he did so.