My Soul Mate

Chapter 19

My head is spinning.

The room is getting smaller.

My name is being echoed. "Mia. Mia. Mia."

I move my head to look at the mouth that my name has come out of. As I move my head, I watch my surroundings follow my sight slowly.

As my vision lands on my mother, I feel myself falling, my body hitting the ground. The fall hurt, but I can't feel anything else. Can't feel the hard tiles pressing against my soft skin. Can't feel the coldness of the floor seeping into my pores.

Someone leans over me, their fingers pressed to my neck. Checking for my pulse, is my guess. What did they expect? Did they think that this news would some how make my heart stop beating?

"Sophia," a deep masculine voice demands. "Stop touching her. Just let her be. She's breathing; she's conscious. Let her have her air."

The fingers lingered on my neck for a couple of seconds, but then they slowly moved away, along with the figure that had been bent over me.

I remained laying on the floor, my body growing increasingly numb. My mind told me I had to get up, but my body just was not responding to its demands.

I felt arms scoop me up, my head rolling onto the hard shoulder. The arms were tight, muscular. They held me close to the hard body that they belonged to, keeping me safe.

Safe. Ha. What a word. The man holding me right now couldn't give a shit about whether I was safe or not. Never has, never will. All he cares about is....well....what does he care about? Why would he bother to pick me up?

But, oddly enough, I did feel safe in his arms. I felt like I belonged.

Once that thought popped into my mind, my body decided to respond. I started flailing in my father's arms, screaming at him to put me down. I kicked out, though I'm not too sure where my foot had landed. But by the little shriek I heard come from my long lost father, I gathered that I had kicked him down in the place that carries my younger siblings.

I was placed on the ground, my bottom hitting the floor pretty hard. I didn't care though. I just scrambled away, my head pounding, a headache forming at the front of my skull.

Two pairs of eyes stare at me, the two of them holding different expressions. My mum was worried, her deep brown eyes wide open whilst they stare deep into my scared eyes. My father's eyes seemed normal, no hints of any emotions shining in the blue eyes of his.

"Mia?" my mum asked, taking a step toward me.

I nod, stand up, and launch myself into my mother's arms. "Is he really here? For good?" I whisper into her ear.

The feel of my mother's soft hands stroking my hair is comforting, but her shrug contrasts it. The shrug feels uncomfortable, portraying the way she feels. "I don't know, baby," she whispers back as she kisses my head. "How 'bout you go head to bed. I'll be up there soon."

Nodding, I pull away and slowly walk towards the stairs, glancing back at my parents only once. In that one glance, I see my mother with her arms wrapped around herself, my father walking over to embrace her.

"How could you?" I hear someone exclaim as I walk into my room. Looking over to my bed, I notice that Connor is sitting on my bed.

Sniffling, I ask, "How could I what?" as I open my cupboard door and pull out my pyjamas.

I pull my pants down, taking my undies with them. I can feel Connor's eyes on me, and to be honest, I liked it. So, that's why I "dropped" by pyjama shorts and had to bend over to pick them up, my ass on full display for him.

Once my shorts were in my hand and I was stood up, I pulled them up over my legs, still feeling the lingering of his stare on me. I slowly pulled my top off, biting my lip as Connor's eyes scanned over me. As I undone my bra, the material falling to the ground, I could see how much trouble Connor was going through in order to keep his cool.

Chuckling, I pulled my singlet top on and went to join him on the bed. "So, you never told me what I had done," I told him, trying to pull him out of his trance.

Physically shaking his head, Connor looked up to my face. "You went on a date!" he screeched quietly, the pain in his voice evident.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn't help it. "You sound so ridiculous. You're upset about my going on a little innocent date. Isn't that what teenage girls are meant to do?"

"Not after they found out they have a soulmate," he almost shouted, his voice harsh.

"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Nothing happened," I said, climbing onto Connor's lap. "What only matters is you and me." I pressed my lips to his, the coolness of his lips surprising me at first.

Connor pulled away, pushing me back. "Mia, we can't. If you start me up, you know I won't wind down," he warned me.

Biting my lip, I smiled at him, circling my hips and grinding on him. "Then don't hold back," I said under my breath, kissing his neck. I continued to grind on him whilst planting neck kisses up and down the column of his throat.

I felt his wood poking against my butt, denting my shorts. Connor grabbed my back, then breathed, "I can't, Mia," into my ear.

Feeling slightly rejected, I pulled at his hair. "Come on, Connor. Treat me like your bad girl. I went out with someone else tonight, Connor. Don't you think I deserve to be punished for that?"

The hard against my shorts got harder. However, I only felt it there for about three seconds before I was laying over Connor's knees, his tip pressing against my stomach and my butt in the air.

Without notice, Connor moved my shorts to the side, his hand coming down to strike my bare ass. "You're so naughty, Mia," he muttered to me, striking me again. I could feel the pulse between my own legs, making me pray that my own arousal doesn't come noticed by him.

Buuuut, I was too late. He stopped spanking me and moved his forefinger to the folds in between my legs.

"You're so wet," he grumbled to me. "Does this bad girl want something deep within her?" When I didn't answer, Connor slapped my butt. "Answer me," he ordered.

"Y-yes," I stuttered, still feeling his finger at my entrance.

With no warning what so ever, Connor slowly slipped his finger inside of me, pulled it out, and planted it back in there. He quickly flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs.

"I've been waiting to feel that sweet spot of yours," he said in excitement as he unbuttoned his jeans.

I felt my body tremble. Both with excitement and nervousness.

Once his pants were off, Connor guided himself to my entrance, pulled my shorts off, and placed his tip at the start of my folds.

Just as he was about to push himself in, the door opened. "Mia, it's dad," I heard. I looked over at him, his blue eyes widening at the sight of what was happening on the bed.

"GET OUT!" I screamed, scurrying up and pulling my shorts up. My father quickly left, slamming the door behind him.

Connor and I looked at each other, the both of us opening our mouth to say one word, and one word only: "FUCK!"