Perfectly Unseen

50: run far away from me

R u n
far away from me
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"Where are you taking me?" I scoffed nervously as Ashton pulled me into the darkness of the room, just passed the popular machines where all the kids gathered around. "Uh, Effie—"

"I have my eye on her," he reassured me, before snapping those dark eyes back to me; I could barely see a thing as my eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden darkness, yet I could feel his intense gaze. He pushed my back against an old machine, his hands holding my hips securely as I stopped breathing. "Did you kiss him?" He asked lowly, his lips brushing against my ear before landing on the skin under it softly.

"Wh-what?" I stumbled over my words as my head spun from the lack of oxygen, "Kiss who?" I shook my head, not understanding while I gripped the cold metal against my stiff back -his lips doing things to me I couldn't comprehend.

His teeth came into contact with my earlobe as he growled lowly from the back of his throat, "Brandon, Ailie." Nibbling my ear torturously, he tightened his hold on my hips as I gave a surprised whimper. "Did you kiss Brandon?" His hot tongue teased my skin as he played with my earlobe, causing shivers to dance down my spine.

"What? Why does it matter?" I placed one of my hands on his naked chest, trying to push him away half-heartedly as his ragged breath did things to me I couldn't help but want more of.

He chuckled lowly, vibrating my skin as I sucked in a shaky breath. "I'm not entirely sure, princess." He confessed, before biting into my flesh just underneath my ear; gentle enough to not leave marks but hard enough to make me whimper aloud. "All I know is I want to see this—" his lips fell hungrily down to my shoulder, pulling on the white short-sleeve of my cover-up with his teeth, "—on the damn floor."

His words sent my stomach spinning at such a speed I could no longer get my brain to work: the passion and heat between us taking over my body instead.

My hands found theirselves in his hair as I pulled him closer to my chest, hearing a groan rip out of his throat softly. His nose skimmed along my collarbone as he released irresistible sounds from the back of his throat with every burning kiss he left on me. His hands moved up to the small of my back, pushing up the short dress and holding me to him as my fingers tugged at his thick head of hair. With his dangerous tongue slowly and agonizingly tasting the salty hollow part at the base of my throat, I arched my back closer to him with a moan.

Moving my arms around his neck, he suddenly swooped down, grabbing my thighs before hoisting me up. My legs wrapped securely around him to refrain from falling, earning me another sexy sound from Ashton as his hands squeezed the back of my thighs appreciatively.

"Goddamn, Princess." He groaned out, his voice husky with lust while twirling his unforgiving tongue and biting at the crook of my neck.

Unable to handle it anymore as he held me up easily with his muscular arms, I grabbed his face, pressing my lips on his desperately. He immediately froze, his lips unresponsive as his jaw clenched tightly.

He turned his head to the side, ripping his mouth off of mine. "Fûck." He swore, conflicted by something I couldn't see or even fathom at that given point in time. "I can't, Ailie." With a determined head shake, he placed me back on the floor.

I whimpered at the loss of heat and the sting of rejection the second time that day -almost instantly seeing Liam kissing someone else as the familiar feelings set in. My chest ached and I had to get that feeling away. Besides I already missed his lips and the wonderful things they did to me just by touching my skin. I pulled on his arm wordlessly. He had left me in a confusing swirl of feelings as I waited for him to come back --which he did as he gave a frustrated hiss and lifted me up; placing me on top of the ping-pong machine as he stood between my legs giving out an aura so dark I was choking.

"Run, Princess." He slurred darkly, his hands on my bare knees around his hips as his even darker eyes stared into mine. "Run far away from me." He slowly moved his hands up to my thighs as I sucked in a strangled breathe, squirming from the heat between us growing unbearable as his fingers sent fireworks along my body.

I shook my head, stopping his hands from torturing me for any longer as I placed my palms on top of his. "No." I whispered shakily, once more moving my head side to side slowly as I watched his obsidian blue eyes turn black.

"Yes." He growled out angrily, his hands sliding under my cover-up as he moved further up my thighs as he dragged his fingers on my trembling skin with a scary look in his eyes. He was trying so hard to scare me off, I almost caved.

He kept moving his hands up, trying to make some kind of sick point as my mind blanked in a panic. His fingers wrapped around the ties of my bathing suit bottoms, daring me to stay with a frustrated sneer as he began pulling them down at my unwillingness to leave him.

The last thing I saw was his murderously mad eyes before I squeezed mine shut and threw myself at him without another thought. My hands cupped his face desperately as I pressed my imperfect lips against his perfect ones, causing his entire body to stiffen in shock once again. His hands on my hips forgot about the thin straps as they moved into my hair, pulling himself closer as his lips finally responded to mine. He took control immediately, kissing my now stunned lips before giving me a nip to wake me up. His lips were soft against mine but urgent as his tongue begged for entrance, which I quickly gave into as he let out another deep groan that sped up my overwhelmed heart. His mouth moved mercilessly against mine, ignoring my inexperience as he vigorously bit my bottom lip, pulling it to get a reaction out of me. At which point I pulled away, gasping in need of oxygen as I stared wide eyed up at his ruthlessness. It didn't even feel like he was kissing me --it was like I was just another girl in some library. A quick fûck for the road if you will --and it hurt.

His eyes locked onto my sad ones and even in the dark I could clearly see it: fear. The kind that constantly lived inside of him and slowly consumed his soul every time it was let out. The kind that drove him to do whatever he needed to keep it locked away.

He was a mess inside and I had never even suspected how deep it went. And for some reason, I was bringing it out of him. I was making him feel that fear eat away at him a little more every time he was around me. And I didn't know what to do.

"Do you get it now?" He whispered, not at all sounding like himself as he stepped away, "Please. Just leave. I'll only destroy you too."

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😭😭😭 my poor Ashy. He just needs to be loved 😭😭😭😭 I can't even enjoy them making out because he's just so effed up about it all. (Anyone else grieving for Ailies first kiss? Way to make her feel special bb ashy.)
It's starting to get serious guys. First Ailies past comes knocking on her door and now Ailies beginning to see how haunted poor bb Ashton is. Thursday though (in the book. This is Wednesday if y'all can't keep track). Shît gonna start getting real.