You Belong To Me

TANGLED

TANGLED

"Yeah, very romantic, Hunter," I tried to shrug the topic off, "now give me back my phone," I completed. I walked towards him and suddenly he stood up from the bed and we were close again. So close and my nose brushed his chest. And for you information, he's so frigging tall that I only come up to his shoulders. I yanked back and I literally had to tilt my face up to face him. "Why did you pull that little stunt," he put more pressure on the word 'stunt', "in the woods with Ryan?" his tone was low but still harsh. "What?" and mine was confused. "Don't play dumb, Kiera," he leaned in and his voice got harder with each word, "you know very well what I'm talking about." "Why? Are you jealous?" God knows why I said that. He was again gonna make a double meaning joke out of it or make fun of me.

But... to my surprise, for the first time in my life, I. Made. Hunter. Reid. Speechless.

SPEECHLESS!

"You didn't answer my question," I asked with a smirk that usually he has when we're talking. But this time, it's vice-versa. Yay!

Still he was silent. Hey, dude? You there?

"Do you really want me to answer that?" when he finally spoke, his voice was low and husky.

Was he challenging me?

"Y-Yes" and I took it.

"I wasn't jealous. I was angry. So damn angry that I wanted to rip his face off so that you couldn't touch it again," then he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, "...and as far as me being jealous is concerned, I don't do the jealousy thing. Jealousy is a feeling you have when you love someone, and I'm sure as hell not in love with you. I told you, you belong to me, and at the end of the day, you do. Sooner or later, you'll realize that too. Ryan is temporary, I'm a permanent scar," and the old Hunter Reid was back again. Same old cocky-attitude. Well, the reason he gave me in a twisted way still stands for him being jealous. He just wouldn't accept it. And I DON'T BELONG TO HIM! "And..." he whispered in my ear, "one more thing that you should get straight," his hot breath mingled on my ear, "I'm not a cigarette that you'll smoke and burn. I'm a drug, baby. You'll beg for me every single day," he whispered.

"You once called me a whore but you're the one who's a man-whore," I whispered back. He quickly made an eye contact with me and his eyebrows furrowed. "What makes you think I'm a man-whore?" surprise was dripping from his voice. "Really? You already have a girlfriend and you're standing here trying to claim me? Doesn't that make you a man-whore?" I chuckled but there was no humor in it. "And who said anything about me having a girlfriend?" he asked again. I made a nuisance face and pulled away from him, "Do you think I'm a fool, Hunter? Or am I blind?" I said. "Can you try to be more precise?" he huffed.

"You know what I'm talking about!"

"No, I don't."

Now he was making me mad and I don't know why I was mad?! "Just..." I was irritated now and I didn't want this conversation anymore, "leave, Hunter."

I turned to leave the room because I needed some fresh air. I just couldn't understand what the hell was happening with me? I was smiling 5 minutes ago and now I'm fuming. But, my hand was gripped and was halt around. "Do you really think I like playing games, Kiera?" he shouted. Ugh! Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "I think I told you to leave, Hunter," I seethed.

"But I'm not—"

"Are you deaf or what?" I didn't let him complete, "Don't you understand at once?"

"You are—"

"Every time when I'm around you, you're forcing me to talk! Can't you just see I don't like talking to you?"

"I think—"

"You are an arrogant, egotistical asshole, you know that!"

"Shut your damned mouth." He caught me by the elbows and shook me so hard that my teeth snapped together.

I slapped him hard enough to turn his head, "Don't touch me!"

Hunter clenched his jaw and with a growl, he hauled me into him and kissed me hard, bruising my lips. His hand was in my hair, fisting it roughly, holding me in place so I couldn't turn away. I bit the tongue he thrust aggressively into my mouth, then his lower lip, tasting blood, but he didn't stop. I shoved at his shoulders with everything I had, but I couldn't budge him. Hunter kissed me as if he was starved for the taste of me and my resistance began to melt. He smelled so good, so familiar. His body felt so perfectly right against mine. He picked me up. Imprisoned by his tight grip, it was hard to breathe and my head began to spin.

I found myself pressed against the door, Hunter's hard and powerful body subduing my own. His arm at my waist got tighter and I gasped in his mouth. All fight left me. My arms fell to my side, my palms pressing flat to the door. I felt the brittle tension drain from his body as I softened in surrender, the pressure of his mouth easing. Just when I was about to kiss him back, he pulled away. His forehead rested against mine and he was panting, his eyes closed. I looked at him, he was bleeding from his bottom lip where I had bitten him, and his cheek was red where I had slapped him. He licked the blood from his lip and finally opened his eyes. His eyes met mine and he gulped hard.

"Why is it so much difficult for you to understand, Kiera?" his voice was nothing but a whisper.

"Understand what?" I matched his tone.

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