The Salvatore Weakness

Ch. 20 Know Your Place

Lillian's POV

Okay, so maybe I teased them a little too much. I mean I can't say that it was intentional. Alright, so that might be a slight lie. It's fun to rile them up. I didn't think I'd get this far though.

So here I am, sitting on Stefan's bed, just breathing. Damon practically threw me on here, after speeding me upstairs. Two sets of eyes stared down at me with their arms cross. Were their eyes always that black? Nope. Whoops.

"So, I-"

"Quiet." Damon deadpanned. 

"But-"

"You say another word and I'll gag you. I'll put that mouth to use since it just needs to be doing something." Stefan retorted. I remained quiet, thinking about what I should do next.

"You just love pushing our limits, don't you, Lillian. You know we're vampires. We're not meant to control ourselves. And you, little missy, have been really testing us." Damon spoke.

"I mean you were teasing Damon, putting images in my head, and let's not even talk about gym class or the ride home."

"Gym class?" Damon asked confused.

"Oh, yes. Lillian thought it would be a great idea to run around with those short shorts and a sports bra in front of all those hungry eyes. Didn't you, sweetheart?"

"I-"

"Nope. You're still not allowed to talk. The threat still stands." Damon cut me off for the millionth time.

"But-"

"You just want to keep pushing these limits, don't you? Go ahead. Say one more word. See what happens." Stefan threatened. I sat in silence for a second, not sure of what I wanted to do. He seemed content with my silence, which just didn't fly with me right now. 

"Fergalicious."  I smiled smugly. Both sets of eyes darkened immediately. They moved too quickly for my eyes to follow. The next thing I knew was Stefan was on top of me, straddling my body with one of his hands holding both of my wrists down above my head.

"I said not a word, little girl. Look where that smart mouth got you now."

"Oh, I see. Yesterday, it wasn't a word, but today it is? Wonderful." Two growls ripped through the room. If I was anyone else, I would be scared shitless. Instead of being scared, I was just turned on. Stefan's lips quickly attached themselves to mine. His hand circled my neck, squeezing to the point where I couldn't breathe. Bruises would definitely be left behind. The thought of it just made the butterflies in my stomach erupt even more. Before I felt like I couldn't make it anymore, his hand released me. His fingers moved to my chin, where they gripped firmly. Looking straight at me, he spoke to Damon.

"Looks like our little Lillian here likes it a bit rough."

"I may be small, but I'm not that breakable," I speak up with newfound confidence. 

"Well in that case..." Damon started. Before I knew it, Stefan was off of me and I was sitting up in bed. I felt something rough around my wrists. Looking down, I saw they were tied up with rope and a smug-looking Damon. 

"Kinky." I laughed. "What's the big mastermind plan, Mr.Salvatore?"

"You don't get to know. You'll find out when you're doing it." Damon said before grabbing the end of the rope and pulling it, making me stand upright in front of him. He grabbed the back of my neck and roughly connecting our lips. His hand moved up and down my body, feeling the natural curves. Once he broke the kiss, he gave me a second to breathe.