Bound to You (Literally)

Chapter 30

Hey sorry this is a really short but i felt like this would be a good place to leave it, and that it would be easy to pick it up when I start to write the next chapter. 

So please don't hate me!

And I wilk update soon I promise!

Sooooooo, Enjoy. 

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Chapter 30

"I don't want anything from you!" I yell at him.

"Lianna! I can save you, now is no the time to be a stubborn bitch!" Jett growls at me.

"After the way you have spoken to me, treated me?! I don't care if you will pay me a million pounds and save my life and make me a size two! I WANT FUCK ALL TO DO WITH YOU!" I screech at the top of my lungs and for good measure I kicked him in the balls.

"Fuck!" Jett wheezes as he drops to the floor, and I know it is a bit sadistic but I can't help the laugh that bubbles inside of me. "You always did like my balls didn't you?" Jett stands up and smirks at me.

"Don't flatter yourself!" I snarl at him.

"You certainly seemed to like them when I was lying on top of you, when I was touching your-" Jett starts slowly walking towards me as if he is an animal on the prowl, and for a second I am transported back to when we were together on Bianca's yacht. But I suddenly snap myself out of it.

"Have you never heard of faking it?" I try my best to sound as convincing as possible.

"You couldn't fake that kind of reaction." He says smugly but I hear a hint of anger underlying his voice.

"Listen, all you were was a practice so I would be ready for Alex." I say with a smirk on my face even though the thought of Alex touching me actually makes me want to puke.

Without any warning Jett slams me against him and crushes his lips against mine, and are argument is completely gone from my mind as I wrap my arms around his neck while he lifts my legs to wrap them around his waist. He grips my thighs hand and if possible he pulls me even tighter against him. I moan as he traces my bottom lip with his tongue and I open up to let him in. He releases one of my thighs and runs his hand up my back and grasps my neck, smashing my lips even more firmly against his, but I have no complaint.

All too soon our kiss is over and I groan in protest as Jett reluctantly pulls his mouth away from mine, but he trails light butterfly kisses across my cheek, down my neck and up to my ear.

"Trust me darlin', I'm the only one that is ever going to make you feel that good." And like that, my haze of pleasure is shattered.

"You arrogant son of a bitch!" As if it was a reflex, I untangle my hand from his hair and I slap him square across his jaw. He drops my thighs from around his waist, and I stumble from the sudden impact of my feet hitting the floor. Then he grips my fore arms and shakes me slightly as he growls at me and I see his eyes flash red and that causes me to freeze and stare at him in horror.

"Lianna-" Jett starts, but stops the second he sees the terrified look on my face.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!" I shake of his hands and start to pace back and forth, my hands gripping my hair. "This is so fucked up!" I shout and walk back and forth.

"Lianna! Can you please just listen?!" Jett pleads with me.

"You are not supposed to be real! You don't exist! Yes, it's the tumour, it's making me hallucinate." I whisper to myself as I try to rationalise this freaky situation in my mind.