His Girl

Chapter Two

Warning: This story contains strong language and mature themes.
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Admittedly I am terrified. As if his soul drains from his body, his eyes grow darker and his breathing quickens. His silhouette against the dimmed lights is slender and certainly threatening. To my surprise, he smirks. Taking my hands, he bends over to whisper in my ear. "You wanna get outta here?" he asks seductively. I ponder for a moment and answer reluctantly. "Sure" I mimic his smirk, allowing him to weave us through the crowd.

We exit the club, our fingers interlocked. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into; completely clueless about what's going to happen. He leads me to a large black Range Rover, presumably his car, and forcefully pushes me against it. Smashing his lips onto mine, I sink into the kiss and let myself fall further against the car. I cling onto his shoulders to prevent me from falling as he clasps my hips, deepening the kiss.

He pulls away unexpectedly. "Let's save it for later, shall we?" he asks rhetorically. Without giving me time to answer, he opens the car door. Silently, I get in and sit with my bag in my lap. He jumps into the car and slams the door shut before putting his seatbelt on. "Buckle up, I don't want to be responsible for your death" he instructs. It's hard to tell when he's joking, so I laugh anyway. I see him roll his eyes in the corner of my eye as I pull the seatbelt around me.

"Why are you so uptight about everything?" I ask. He slams his foot on the pedal and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. We zoom off, my body slamming against the seat. "Slow the fuck down!" I holler, covering my face with my hands.

He comes to a firm halt, thus throwing me forward onto the dashboard. He laughs loudly, turning to me and grinning. "Fuck you" I spit, folding my arms over my chest and rolling my eyes. "Why don't we hurry to my house, so you can do exactly that, eh?" He cheekily chuckles. "In your dreams" I retort. "Oh princess, in my dreams I'm powerless. This isn't a dream."

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Elegantly he takes hold of the back of my thighs, lifting me onto his kitchen counter. Tugging me forward, I wrap my legs around his waist decreasing the distance between us. While we kiss roughly, I rake my hands through his soft hair earning deep moans from him. I smile against his lips, his stubble scratching against my cheek. Quickly drawing my hands from his hair, I push him off by his shoulders and jump off the counter.

"I was enjoying that" he sighs annoyed. I smirk at his defeat.

"So, you've taken me to your house" I breathe, taking the moment to examine his place. "Without even telling me your name." Warm coloured wallpaper adorn the walls and matching carpets cover the floor. I drag my hand over the sofa and invite myself to a seat, but before my body comes into contact with the leathery material, I am pulled up by my waist. "Ross Lynch - boy of your dreams" he winks. Rolling my eyes I walk away. "What about you, princess?" he asks from behind. I stop in my tracks and think about which route to take. "Not your princess for one" I protest, turning around to be faced with his tall figure. After a moment of silence I put him out of his misery, replying "Laura". He smiles, but not cheekily. His smirk and his smile are wonderfully diverse. His smile reveals a new person opposed to his mysterious character. His smile forms crinkles by his eyes and causes his nose to scrunch slightly. "What? You don't have a surname, princess?" He asks mischievously. "I'll tell you my surname when you've earned it. When I earn your trust and I actually like you"

"Your kiss says otherwise, princess".

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