His Possession | #1✔

13: His kisses.

'Don't fear the enemy that attacks you but the fake friend that hugs you.'

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Amelia Greene's Pov

I was so sure that today school would be over with me successfully avoiding Zander. I didn't realise that avoiding him would be so difficult as he seems to be everywhere. I managed to avoid him whole throughout my class and even at lunch as i hid in the library and ate my lunch there with Hannah.

When I finally thought I had succeeded I ended up in this classroom with Zander glued to me.

Why does this always happen to me God?

"Are you gonna let go of me now?" I asked quietly and thanked god when I didn't stuttered. I squirmed a little to show him my displeasure at our current position.

"Don't move." He growled out and buried his face deeper into my neck. I bit my lip feeling uncomfortable. This was not good and moreover he was not even my boyfriend to do this. This was wrong.

"This is wr-wrong." I tried to sound firm but ended up stuttering. I mentally scolded myself for the slip.

"Is it, Lia?" He taunted as he lifted his head from neck. His eyes were now a darker shade of brown which held me captive and drew me more into him.

"Yes, it is." I nodded. He raised an eyebrow at my response as if waiting for me to elaborate.

"You can't do this. It's wrong and I'm not even your girlfriend or anything." I whispered the girlfriend part suddenly feeling awkward.

"I can do this." He clenched his jaw angrily and just to prove his point he started peppering kissing from my jaw to my neck. I gasped as it felt weirdly good and I wanted him to continue.

When I realized what I was thinking I shook that thought out of my head. He can't do this, only the one I love can do this. "Let me go, please." I pleaded when he didn't stop kissing my neck.

"No." He state firmly and continued kissing my neck.

"Then can you please free my wrists. It hurts." I pleaded again and moved my wrists a little. He sighed and murmured something under his breath then let go of my wrists and took a step back. I brought my wrists to my chest and massaged them one at a time. I bit my lip waiting for him to say something because I can't run even if I tried as he'd surely catch me.

I shifted from one foot to another awkwardly as he kept staring at me. He suddenly took hold of my wrist and examine them. There was no bruise but it still hurt because of his tight hold.

What he did next surprised me.

He started massaging my wrist slowly and it felt good and not to forget the tingles that I was feeling just by his mere touch. "You don't have to do that." I whispered trying to pull my hand back but he tighten his hold on it and gave me a look that shut me up instantly. I sighed and let him massage my wrists.

His hands on my wrist felt good and I don't want him to stop. He had a remorse look on his face all the while massaging my wrists. I thought he would apologize but he didn't instead he massaged my wrists quietly.

"Who is he?" He asked calmly all the while massaging my wrist. He? Who?

"Who?" I asked confused.

"The boy you were hugging in the morning infront of the whole school." He said the word hugging bitterly.

Who is - oh Jack?