Mine

𝑪𝒉. 𝟓 | 𝑽𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑷𝒕.𝟐

Iris

"Do you know him?" Elena asked with curiosity.

"No, I don't. we just bumped into each other before the game started," I explained.

The girls instantly clear the field once the game is over but I can tell that everyone is desperate to know the deal with him. I don't even know his name. I'm having silent cries in my head as I'm walking around the corner to get the rest of the boxes. The rooms are all empty and I'm the last one left.

"Can I get your number?" a voice asks.

I turn to see who it is and it's him. The leader of our opposing soccer team.

"I'm Cole by the way," he introduced himself.

"And I'm not interested," I say rolling my eyes and turning away.

He doesn't even try to talk to me again which is good because I would've gone off at him in a very bad way. I walk back towards the locker room when I feel my arm gripped tightly so I can be pulled into the bathroom. I don't need to guess who it is because as soon as I get pulled in the vibrating wires in my panties start to work.

"Seems like you're having a lot of guys after you these days," he comments, walking towards me.

"What's it to you and turn this thing off!" I yell holding my legs together.

"Or what?" he challenges, pulling the remote out of his pockets again.

I watch as his thumb increases the speed.

"Let's see. You're on two right now where should I put you? On six?" my eyes watch him press.

I jump onto him trying to grab the remote out of his hand, but I fail. He falls to the ground and my legs spread over his hips. My arm reaches for his which is above his head.

"Sweetheart, you won't be able to get the remote," he chuckles pressing eight now.

The instant increase in vibration makes my hands roll into fists, clenching onto the soccer jersey on his shoulder. My hips move around uncontrollably as my eyes shut and my lips slam each other together from making any noises.

I can feel his member starting to harden underneath be but he doesn't utter a word. My eyes open again to see his expression but find his eyes deeply staring at my face. A sense of enjoyment and accomplishment. He feels proud of what he has done. His eyes drop from my face to my grinding hips along his. I lift my legs to get off him, but his hands capture my waist to hold it still onto himself.

"Should I increase the speed to max?" he whispers into my ear.

Just as I'm about to say something there's a knock on the bathroom door. Ares turns off the vibration and my body instantly relaxes on his. I finally open my lips for some air but feel his hands still on my hips firmly.

"Get your dirty hands off me," I frown getting off him.

I walk to the door and unlock it, stomping out. The janitor was there to clean it up. I head to the cheerleader's room and get my bag to leave the place. Though, I shake my head to get this annoying moment out of it. But it replays the vision of him staring at me deeply with his eyes. I come out of the moment when a beep breaks it. It Ares. Ugh, please don't tell me I have to go home with him. He rolls his window down and lets me know that I am going home with him.

"Just a few more days sweetheart," Ares reminded like I wasn't already counting down the days.

My eyes squint at him as my arms cross on my chest.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" he curiously asked.

I don't bother looking at him. Rather I look away and out the window. I have nothing to say to him. My mind cannot form any words of hatred because I feel a weird fizz in my brain. The car stops outside our houses and I instantly grab my bag and leave for the door.

"Can't wait to see you at dinner. Make sure you dress nice," he winks, leaning on the ledge of his car.

I roll my eyes and walk into my house. My mum offers me some food but I reject it. Instead, I take myself up to my room and take these panties off, roughly throwing them into the bin. My pillow becomes the next victim as I shove my face deep into it and have a good scream.

God, I hate him so much. But my body this time is reacting differently. It's so turned on by his gaze. It's thinking and wanting all the immoral things. It's thinking of all the smut scenes that I have read. All the unromantic but hot ones. Fuck you Ares!

I have to control this disgusting feeling for a few more days. Especially when he comes over for dinner. I know for sure he'll be testing a level ten reaction. This is concerning because of the reaction I gave at level eight. I take a deep breath and enter into my shower, stripping myself.

The cold water turns on and hits my skin as I relax a bit. Though I can feel heat extravagating from the top of my head. I can't seem to understand why I didn't go off at him. I should have gone off at him. He crossed all limits today. He wants me to be one of his sex puppets. He wants to bring me so low out of hatred and I'm not going to let him do that.

I decide to get dressed and head over to Ares. I think I need to make a few things clear, so this doesn't happen again. Anytime, or ever again. I don't need my silence to be a motivation for him.

"Iris, what are you doing here?" his mum asks.

"I just quickly need to get a book from Ares," I lied.

"Oh honey, you should've called. I would've sent him over to give you the book," she offers.

"It's not a big deal," I smile.

She closes the door behind her and goes into her room. I head up around to Ares' room, barging in without a warning. He's drying his hair with his towel, fresh out of the shower with only sweatpants on. His body looks like God's perfection. The abs are perfect, the biceps are perfect.

"So impatient that your feet dragged you to my room sweetheart," the mock on his lips cut my ego.

And before he says anything else I slap him right across the face like I should have done in the bathroom.

"You crossed all limits today, Ares! I'm not one of your puppets and this whole panties thing-" I get cut off as his hand wraps around my neck.

His body drags me and throws me onto his bed, flat on my back as he holds himself above me. A different one enters his gaze. Hurt, mad, violated?

"Apologise," he frustratedly whispers.

I look directly into his eyes which are filled with anger. He has this frown on his face but it doesn't bother me.

"Or what?" I questioned directly against his lips.

His hand gets tighter around my neck, but I don't budge. Even though my throat starts feeling dry my eyes roll back as a hard breath escapes my mouth. His eyebrows narrow to the inner corner of his nose and his grip gets smothered around my neck. The next thing I know is that I'm getting dragged off his bed and thrown out of the room with the door shut in my face.

I rub my neck for ease as I head downstairs and out of his house. At least now he won't be doing weird shit. Well hopefully he won't be, but he was mad. When this guy is mad things get even worse.

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