The voices

Chapter one [ part 2 ]

Next to the door smooth tiles stretched for as far as I could reach. Panicking I flung my arms around me hoping to feel the door handle or something that could give me some sense of light. A deep cold damp breath blew onto the back of my neck causing chills to run down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up and Goosebumps to break out all over my body.

"You know anyone would think you were doing this on purpose because you like the attention I give you" the presence of someone’s hands on my hips registered as there force downwards became harder,

"But that’s not true is it innocent ivy?" his nickname for me sent another round of chills flying down my spine, he must of felt them because he just chucked and nuzzled his head into the side of my neck,

"Still touchy with the name huh? Well I think it’s pretty cute, suits you really well" his lips brushed against my neck and the familiar heat of desirer caused my traitors mouth to sigh and my neck to move giving him more access.

"See you don’t like the nickname and you claim you don’t like me yet here you are in nothing but a towel soaking wet letting me kiss your neck. are you sure you’re not just secretly fighting your feelings because of the accident?" at the mention of Bailey my senses came back and I spun around shoving him back and for the first time that night face him, his standard 'uniform' consisted of black skinnies, a black hoodie which - still - showed off his muscular stance and his signature black biker boots finished off his so called 'badass' look however his blonde hair and blue eyes didn’t fit the profile of being badass in my view,

"Accident?!? Accident?! You fucking killed him and why?!? Because he decided that he wanted to be my boyfriend instead of my bestfriend?!? Or wait are you referring to the time when that jock accidently rubbed his self against me that night I went to the party because he was drunk and I barged into him?!? Or maybe the time I played spin the bottle and 7 minutes in heaven and surprising or should I say unsurprisingly they both turned up dead next with your signature 'mine' scratched into their bodies?!? All of them, they had lives Luke they had families, futures, they could have found the cure to some deadly disease but no because you’re a PYSCHO who kills people who even look at me - who isn’t your property by the way - for more than five seconds but please do tell me what accident you mean by all means!!" by then I was fuming my whole body was shaking from the rage but he just stood there smirking his eyes raking themselves up and down my body which was now no doubtfully dry,

"Well this might make you worse but hey, fuck you look so damn hot when you’re crazy mad like that" and with a short loud laugh, the lights suddenly came back on and the door behind me flew open but before I could make it out his arm snaked round my waist pulling back against his firm, defined chest.

"You didn’t think I’d let you go so easily when you're wearing something like that right? And I need payback what you said hurt me" he chuckled mocking me as he covered his heart with his hand while moving his face to the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply the movement shocking me. Freezing up his hand drew circles on my hips, even though the towel I could feel his soft fingers brushing over my hipbone then back to my belly button very slowly. He knew all my weaknesses, all my pressure points, soft spots he knew everything about me, making me feel vulnerable around him.

"I know and so do you what I can do" his breath blew over the damp skin on my neck his tongue brushed over the skin resulting in shivers for a whole different reason to rack through my body. He moved his free hand from his side to my neck, moving my hair out the way tipping my head slightly back as he left a trail of butterfly kisses up and down my neck, his hand still tickling my belly.

"You know you could enjoy this much more if you loosened up" his tongue swiped my neck, his mouth came in contact with my soft spot sucking softly, a quite sigh left my lips but it wasn’t quite enough he heard it and smiled before pulling away and turning me around,

"You know Clary if you enjoy me doing that imagine how much you'll enjoy the other things I do" he spun me round his hand still rested on my waist his other hand now stroked my cheek as he looked into my eyes speaking slowly,

"You've done it once before Clary what’s one more time going to do come on its fun right? You enjoyed it so let’s go now let's do it again." I knew there was no way of fighting him he's been in my life too long so I knew there was no point.

Or you just didn’t want to because you’re as sick as him the voice in the back of my head sneered knowing there was no way I was saying no. He was a monster but somewhere along the way I lost the real me and there was never a time I could say no to him, his angelic features shone when he smiled, or when he pulled the cold metal lip ring in to suck on it. He was a devil in the disguise of an angel.