Jason Mccan || Take My Heart

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"In this kind of world, you are the only thing I am noticing right now."
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"What the fuck?" Jason spat, looking through my room, pouring out the cupboard doors and honestly, he was making a mess. I sat on the bed, watching every move he made and each mintue, he got angrier. I didn't really want to say anything to him, but a part of me was thinking I should.

"What are you even looking for, Jason?" I asked him impatiantly, as he ran a hand through his hair which was the slightest bit messy and I got up. He looked over to me, his eyesbrows furrowed and his eyes were dark.

"My phone, I can't fucking find it." He growled as he turned back to the draws, throwing clothes out on to the floor and I leaned down. I then stopped - no, I froze. Jason had put his phone in my pocket yesterday and he had pulled me into the water. Holy fucking shit. Was he going to be angry? His phone was long gone, it was broken and I felt the fear inside of me.

"Um, Jaso-"

He cut me off as he walked over to me and took a hold of my wrists. "Did you take it?" He spoke, his voice serious and I glared at him even if a part of me was scared. He wasn't stupid though, he knew when I was frightened.

"You really think I'd take your phone again? After what happened last time?"

He smirked, pressing me up against the edge of the bed, his hands still holding onto my wrists. "I swear to god, if I find out you have it, Ariana. You won't be lasting another fucking day here." He replied and he wasn't joking or messing around like his normally would. I breathed heavily at his words and this only made his smirk grow. "I am not a fucking nice guy.",,

"I love the fact that you're scared of me," He continued, his hand moving to the low of my back while the other made its way down to my waist.

"It's not a fact if it isn't true." I replied, the best I could that would make me sound the slightest bit brave, but I knew Jason could see right through me.

"You know I can kill you, babe. Your smart mouth. Your actions. Your attitude. They can set me off anytime."

I froze as he pressed me into him, his eyes looking deeply into mine. He wasn't doing anything to hurt me at the moment - but, that was the scariest part. His eyes were dark and he was angry. He didn't have to be doing anything to scare me.

His threats never scared because of the night he caught me escaping. He didn't kill me which I never got an answer to. Jason seems to have no care in the world for anyone or anything, but I know he does.

"Yet, you never do, do you?" I spoke and that even surprised him and myself.

I couldn't believe I had just said that to him, but it was something I needed to start doing more often. After a few moments of glancing at me, he just let a smirk fall on his lips once again and to my surprise, he pushed me down on the bed, him slightly hovering above me.

But now, I was scared.

"You know - you're really sexy when you're angry." He continued, a quiet moan escaped his lips while pinning my arms down as he licked his lips and I just laughed at him. I was not sexy.

"Jason, get off and I'll tell you what happened to your phon-"

I was cut off by my own gasp when I felt Jason's lips on my neck, he left a gentle kiss and I was surprised at the fact that Jason was such a heartless asshole, yet his lips and touch was so gentle but so poisonous.

He gently left kisses along my collarbone, his hands running down my thigh - making my eyes close and my head tilt while his body gently pressed against mine. As much as I hated Jason - his lips felt so good. I felt his tongue meet my skin and just as I was about to let out a moan, a crash came from downstairs and a panicked call for Jason.