Forbidden Lessons

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Jacob’s POV

Ian loved putting me in the tight spot. I don’t know why, but he just did. He seemed to love how I felt whenever he was doing that. Maybe that was his way of getting revenge for coming into his life and ruining things for him and his little girlfriend.

He might not blame me loudly, but I knew he felt that way. If I hadn’t come here, she wouldn’t have heard our conversation and found out what we were. If I didn’t come here then she wouldn’t have been kidnapped by Freya. Freya wouldn’t have killed her and she shouldn’t have turned into a vampire.

All that was bound to happen anyways, but it seemed like I was the one who only sped up the time for it to happen.

I ran my hands through my hair. Now every chance he gets he prefers to torture me with the best friend.

Fuck.

I hadn’t been able to get her off my head since that night we fucked. I could still feel her around my cock for days. And I wanted to fuck her again and again but I didn’t know how to approach her. She always had this scowl on her face whenever she saw me around.

The fact that I still wanted to fuck her didn’t mean that I hated her less. I hated her all the same. She was very rude and spoilt, probably because of her background and the way she was brought up.

And she was way too bold for her own good. With a mouth like hers, she could easily get herself in trouble with any short-tempered vampire. She was lucky I wasn’t that hot tempered and I could still manage her shitty character.

Okay, not that shitty. But I didn’t like her. I couldn’t like her. She was an human girl and that wouldn’t turn out well. Everything was already going bad in the realm, and me falling in love with an human girl would only complicate things more and I wasn’t ready for that.

But I still wanted to fuck her nonetheless. I still wanted to feel her around my cook, squeezing. I wanted to see her legs shaking once again when I was fucking her. I wanted to do a lot of dirty things to her, fuck. I couldn’t just get it off my head.

I stood in front of the door of their new house and knocked. “Coming,” she called out and then I heard her footsteps. She opened the door and her neutral face turned into a scowl the moment she realized it was me.

“What do you want?” She asked, her scowl deepening each second as she stared st me. She looked like she really wanted to kill me. I narrowed my eyes at her and said nothing, walking into the house and my shoulders brushing against hers in a not so gentle manner.

“You can’t just waltz in here and act like you own the place,” she snapped, slamming the door shut and stalking to me.

“I can, and I already did,” I answered flatly and sat on the couch. Like I said, she was very rude and spoilt. A polite person would have at least treated before demanding what I wanted but she wasn’t a polite person. She was far from it.

“I want you out of my house right now,” she snapped. I groaned, wondering why Ian decided to make me, of all people, be the one watching over her till he and Sophia gets back.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. I know that Ian had already informed you that I’m the one who’s going to be watching over you till he and Sophia comes back,” I snapped. “So stop being a baby and fucking act matured!”

“Did you just call me…immature?” She whispered and I rolled my eyes.

“Look,” I began but she gave me the finger.

“You’re am asshole,” she snapped and stalked away, marching up the stairs and shutting a door loudly.

I winced and rolled my eyes, rubbing my forehead. She needed to act matured and not like a fucking baby. Jeez. How was Sophia able to cope with her?