𝐈 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

Ownership (n.)
the act of possessing something entirely
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   Cage could feel his eyes narrow the longer he stared at (Y/N) who sat across from him in his limo, a scowl obvious on his lips. Normally, in public, he would never show such an expression, but when it was just him and (Y/N) he had no qualms about showing his true colors. For though he had only been gone for less than five minutes to speak with his driver on the phone earlier, he had come back to the sight of her smiling, as if something good had happened to her when he was away.

    It was enough to make his blood boil.

    He believed that (Y/N) should naturally only ever feel happiness in his presence.

    Anyone else was a hindrance.

    Was completely useless.

    Yet, there she had stood, smiling because of a reason that wasn't him.

    (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her seat, his dark stare frigid to the point she was trembling under his gaze. She couldn't believe just how afraid Cage made her—no, afraid wasn't the right word. It was more like he made her completely helpless since she could do nothing about her situation. Finally, when the limo pulled to the front of her house, she was grateful to put an end to the stifling silence.

    Unfortunately, Cage wouldn't let her go.

    "Where are you going?" He finally spoke just as she was grabbing the door's handle, watching as she flinched from his unexpected question.

    "Just... going home," she mumbled.

    Cage hummed at her answer, the way he was looking at her making her slowly retract her hand since it was obvious enough that she would face severe consequences if she opened that door. Though, all she really wished to do was escape from his sight entirely, feeling as if a heavy weight were pressing itself down on her shoulders every time she was even in his presence.

    It was suffocating.

    "You're trembling," Cage then mused, the corners of his lips twitching when seeing how (Y/N) reflexively flinched at his observations.

    "It's just cold in here," she thought up of a quick excuse then and there.

    "Not particularly."

    She stayed silent.

    "Come here," Cage gestured with a finger for her to move forward, his lips diminishing into a small line to show that his patience was running thin.

    Yet, just as she stood—hunched over due to the car—to do as was asked of her, Cage's hand shot out to wrap firmly around her wrist and yank her downwards so that she was kneeling in front of him. His other hand grabbed her jaw and forced her chin upwards so that she was now meeting his gaze, her breath hitching from just how cold it was. His expression was impassive, highlighting the cold tone to his handsome features, just the sight alone making her blood turn to ice in her veins.

    "Who was it?" He uttered lowly, snapping her out of her trance-like state.

    "Who was what?" She questioned, confused.

    "Don't play games with me, (Y/N)," Cage practically growled, his grip on her throat tightening to the point she felt as if she almost couldn't breathe. "Who was the fucker that made you smile like that earlier, huh? Who the hell was it?"

    Her eyes widened.

    He's talking about Mr. Henderson.

    "Oh..." Cage's whole face seemed to reflect the rage that he was feeling in that moment, his brow twitching in a silent anger. "From your reaction, I think I know exactly who it is." With his hand that was gripping her wrist, he yanked her upwards so that her face was now level with his, declaring with a dark tone, "You're mine, (Y/N). After everything I've done for you, I own you. No one—not even that fucking teacher—can change that."

    On reflex, (Y/N) jerked her head away from the alarming and possessive hold Cage had over her.

    Something was very wrong.

    Perhaps she knew that in the very beginning when Cage walked into the ice cream shop during her part time job—his presence and his group making her wholly uncomfortable.

    Yet, she had befriended him.

    That was the unnatural part.

    Their worlds were never meant to cross, but when they did, Cage's entire view shifted.

    Now, that view only contained (Y/N).

    "I guess the only reasonable course of action now would be to fire him," Cage crossed one leg over the other as he threw his arms over the heads of the seats beside him, his expression one of boredom despite the stressed girl before him. "He's becoming an irritation that I should remove."

    "What!?" (Y/N) snapped her head up.

    "Hm..." his eyes darkened, his mood souring just as quickly. "So it was him."

    "No," she quickly and vehemently denied, her jaw tightening as her fingers curled into fists on her thighs. "He has nothing to do with why I was smiling. I was just thinking about how... how my mom would be cooking my favorite dinner tonight! That's all!"

    "Is that so?" Cage propped his head up.

    "Yes."

    "I don't believe you," he scoffed, the air around (Y/N) chilling at his remark.

    She slowly lowered her head to stare down at the carpet, feeling everything plummeting around her because she had made the mistake of ever thinking someone like Cage could be a friend. The last thing she wanted to do was be the reason for the ruining of someone's life, specifically someone who had done nothing but help her and be kind to her when no one else would.

    She couldn't allow that.

    It wasn't in her nature, so to keep that from happening, she would stoop as low as she had to.

    "What..." (Y/N) startled, swallowing when feeling her mouth go dry. "What can I do to make you believe me? I'll do anything you want."

    Silence.

    Cage's smirk turned almost psychotic.

    "Anything... huh?" He mumbled so softly she almost didn't catch it. "What do you think I want?"

    (Y/N) inhaled sharply at his words, having a feeling that she indeed knew exactly what he wanted from her. Slowly beginning to move, she closed the small door that separated them and the driver before climbing onto Cage's lap—straddling him, at that point. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his stare almost primal from how ravenous he looked.

    She shivered.

    However, she still leaned down so that her lips touched his, the boy feeling as if his skin would ignite the moment she did so. The way she kissed him was soft and sweet, but the wanting for more settled within Cage as fast as being struck by lightning, one hand clawing itself into her hair to push her face forward more. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, their breaths coming out in short gasps as they continued to make out, Cage could practically hear how loud (Y/N)'s heartbeat was.

    Finally, (Y/N) was able to pull away, practically gasping for breath when she did so.

    Cage cupped the back of her neck to being her in close, his cheeks flushed and his eyes highlighted with desire as he said, "You are mine."

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To be continued...