The voices

Chapter 3

Waking up alone was nothing new, but waking up in a room that wasn't mine was. The walls were a dark blue - almost black, whereas mine were a pale purple.  The bed I was now lying in wasn’t mine, instead of my cotton covers they were silk.

"So sleeping beauty decided to wake up, great" Luke's voice filled the empty room, he sounded close - but not close enough to choke,

"Now that wasn't very nice Clary, first you insult me then you want to choke me? After everything we've been through together and all I have done for you? Well I’m hurt really I am" sarcastically his infamous smirk came into view as he lowered his self on top of my still asleep body. 

“So poor little Clary what should we do with you know? How would you feel if I did this?” his cold hands made a bee line for my sensitive area between my legs making me freeze up, the breath left my body as his black nails dragged my underwear to one side,

“It’s a shame really because you could enjoy this as much as me but instead you’re not going to experience it, instead we’re going to tell a story, a happy one of course.” His smile was slow and slick, his idea of happy couldn't be good,

“Clary let’s go back to a time where you didn't know me, but I knew you. I saw everything you did, the way you acted around people, the way your family ignored you. But he didn't, that ‘perfect’ blonde-haired beauty” his eyes turned black and cold his jaw locked and the pressure on my thighs doubled.

“He was always around, lurking not too far from you. Holding your hand when you went out, hugging you when you cried because your family didn't love you or even climbing through your window to sleep with you so he could get a kick out of cuddling you all night. All these things made him think you were his” He sneered the word ‘his’ his hand digging further into my thigh his face lowering into the crook of my neck,

“However you were mine, you are mine and he had to be shown that, but don’t worry baby we’ll get to that part soon.” Being to scared to snap at him for calling me baby I allowed him to touch me, to kiss me, even to call me pet names as I did know what he could do and this story makes him mad anyway so I really didn't need to make him worse,

“So weeks went on, you thought he was great, flipping your hair or fluttering your little eyelashes when you asked him if what you were wearing looked okay. But then he went too far, kissing your fucking lips is my job not his and then he fucking asked you out.” Stopping he gently bite into the skin at the bottom of my neck, his hands loosening on my thigh slowly trailing back up to my underwear as he looked into my eyes licking his lips he said the next bit slowly,

“So he had to be taught a lesson, but then so did you, you're mine no one else’s and to ensure you remembered that I had to eliminate the competition. Of course you didn't see it that way, you just saw me as the bad guy not someone who had loved you for years while watching someone else touch what is theirs because that you are, you're mine and I'm going to make sure you don’t forget it” without leaving me anytime to scream at him or to fight him off his lips were pressed onto mind quite harshly, his hands dragged up my thighs, gripping my hips keeping me in place as his tongue wormed its way past my lips and into my mouth. As wrong as this was and as much as I hated him I couldn't stop the moan that got caught in my throat as his tongue touched mine, because yes even if he was a little messed up in the head he was HOT and my body had urges and right now those urges were being seen to.

“So princess it seems to me like you're enjoying it as much as me” and it was almost as if he wanted to prove his point because a second later one of my hands were being guided down south and his dick was unsurprisingly hard. Feeling brave because I had caused this to happen I squeezed slightly, my hand rapping round his cock through his jeans, testing the boundaries I slowly moved my hand back and forth over the material hearing his breath catch as he dropped his head in my neck, breathing heavily. I took this distraction as an opportunity to switch round the position as his grip on my hips had loosen dramatically. Looking beneath me he looked more angelic than ever, his eyes were wide and dark his lips slightly swollen and his cheeks were flushed ever so slightly and honestly he's never looked more innocent. This was the reason that instead of planning an escape of screaming - mainly because i didnt know where i was so he'd catch me anyway I bent down and reconnected our lips.