Chasing Destiny

Chapter 2

*|Destiny's Nightmare|*

"You're mine." His breath tickled my ear. His voice was deep, slightly gravelly and husky. Her heartbeat was pumping way too fast for a healthy 18 year old.

This is the result of running away from the man who was trying on 'popping her cherry'.

And that didn't happen, just to clarify.

She could only scoff in disgust.

His fingers dug in her chin, his face less than an inch away.

"You belong to me. Say it!" He growled, his eyes probing in her eyes. Tears prickled and her vision went blurry, but she had promised to herself that she wouldn't give in.

His grip on her chin loosened, as soon as he saw that he was hurting her. After all, why would you want to ruin your belongings?

Destiny's eyes squeezed shut, afraid of seeing his angry face when she would say something.

"No. I belong to no one. Not you. Not anyone!" She spat, her head shaking.

The man quickly turned on her, making her back touch his torso. They faced the wall sized mirror in the bedroom. Her hair was in a bun, and his eyes trailed down her neck. The girl in the mirror along with the man looked happy- but the actual Destiny was far from it.

He grabbed her left hand, pulling her to his side. Her eyes caught his in the mirror for a moment. Just for a moment he looked normal, and guilty. Guilty of hurting her.

"See this? This is your engagement ring, Destiny. You are going to marry me when you become nineteen. You can't change it!" He growled.

It was true, she was engaged to this man, and she couldn't say no. Literally, if she would have said no, she would have been dead and her father disappointed in her.

"Christian!" Destiny sighed, her breath letting out a whiff of peppermint.

He moaned in pleasure, her voice made his brain fog and his heart rate pick up. The way she said his name, how the vowels made her tongue roll.

"Say it again." His arms wrapped around her tiny waist like a vice.

"Christian Nikolai Zander! I can't-" Her rant was finished early by Christian's lips on her own. The coconut Malibu tasting lips on her freshly brushed teeth.

It felt wrong, because it felt right. Her lips mimicked his, traced every movement.

To Christian, nothing else mattered, not the paperwork, the never ending one night stands he had, not even the fact that she hasn't said she belongs to him.

Her arms slowly made their way up to his shirt collar, unbuttoning them one by one. His hands quickly fumbled for the zipper on her shorts- before she could say stop.

A little squeal of surprise was heard from Destiny's part, but she kept kissing him back. Just getting lost in the moment. Her bun was undone, and he was slowly getting laid on the bed.

"Stop." She gasped, pushing his hands away from her undone shorts.

"We can't wait! I want you, now!" He growled, placing himself on top of her.

"Wait until my nineteenth, and our honeymoon." She whispered, horrified at what she subtly agreed to.

"Keeping your innocence for the big night?" He mused, loving the fact that she was so innocent, yet so sultry.

Her head nodded an uneasy yes.

"I love you Destiny." His eyes drooped closed and he rolled off her, Enveloping her in a protective embrace.

Once she knew he was asleep, she traced light circles under his lip, saying the words that scare her the most:

"I love you too."

But she would leave as soon as she could, determined to celebrate her nineteenth birthday as a virgin. And without Christian Nikolai Zander.

Because a possessive fiancé and a job with many lives on the line cannot be messed up.

.~*~.

Hey, you! Yes, you, I'm not talking to myself over here! Oh, I am? Okay. Well then, you don't want to know who the hot guy to the side is? He's Dave Franco, and he's going to be Christian Nikolai Zander- Unless I change my mind... Hit me up with your suggestions!

Crazy_Dominika, Over and Out.