My Ultimate Badass

Chapter Twenty-One

Dylan's POV~

Nothing. Nothing was going on well. I felt my head beginning to spin as I yanked over the drawer, causing the items to fall all over, creating a mess.

"Shit," I muttered. Why is this so difficult? Wait why am I difficult?

I balled my fist and the next thing I saw was blood. I punched the cupboard again and again ignoring the pain. Guilt and fear swept through me as I thought about her.

But then I have my skills too. I know that if I make love to her she'll forget everything and that's it. I can leave her already. Hanging or not.

Georgia's POV

My heart pounded so badly as I entered Dylan's room. I approached to the bed, feeling all confused and shocked. This is all too sudden. Does he not love me? Am I that bad?

Tears started streaming down my cheeks as I screw my eyes shut and bite onto my palm to prevent myself from whimpering. Wait, bullshit, I shouldn't be crying, I'm way stronger and I'll prove that to him.

I wiped my tears roughly, ignoring the ugly mess on my face as I walked over his bed, spotting a small drawer by the side. I crouched onto the floor and picked up a frame, a frame portraying a picture of him and me.

"He still loves me," I whispered, letting out a sigh of relief.

I continued to walk over his room when I spot a red tank top stuck on the side of his closet. Curiosity got the best of me so I scoot closer to the closet, attempting to pull the thing. Why is there a tank top in his closet?

"What are you doing?" He spat. I jerked as I spun around rapidly, making my head spin. Who is he to raise his voice to me? He locked the door as he approached quickly.

"Dylan.. What is that?" I whispered, my voice getting squeaky. To my surprise, his eyes widen in horror as he pushed my to the side and push that thing into the closet.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," he responded.

"Now explain to me everything," I demanded as I crossed my hand over my chest and turn my back on him, ignoring the pain that is starting to ignite.

"Baby..listen to me baby,please-"

"Don't baby me Dylan! Now would you shut up and tell me everything!" I screamed.

His eyes widen in horror as he took in the situation. I have never shouted at him before but he's making me burst.

"Alright I'll tell you everything," he groaned, his face looking uneasy.

"Okay Georgia.. I...."

"You what?" I spat.

He simply stared at me. His eyes full of control. All of a sudden I felt his hands traveling up my thighs as he scoot closet to me. I moved back as I stare at him with horror, only to feel the headboard against my back.

"Dylan..what....."

"Georgie," he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. His hands traveling higher and higher as he pushed away the fabric that was covering my thighs with his long fingers.

My thoughts were clouded and all I could do was shut my eyes. My hormones were all over the place as I begin to lose control over him.

"Georgie..don't you miss me," he whispered as he send kisses down my neck as I felt his flat tongue licking my neck. I instantly forget why I was here at the first place.

Without warning, I felt my hands wrapping his neck as he lay me flat on the bed. He removed his shirt as he hovered over me, trailing his fingers on my chest.

"Take it off," he ordered.

I did what I was told, it seems that I was lost under his control, under his magic spell. His eyes never left mine as I unbuttoned my shirt, allowing him to do the rest of it. He grinned in satisfaction as he trail licks and kisses down my chest.

"Georgie I need you, please," he pleaded, his eyes dark and huge.

I swear I didn't realize what I was doing. I grinned at him as he rubbed my inner thighs, earning a moan deep down my throat.