RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 8

AUTHORS NOTE: I made multiple edits to the last few paragraphs of the last chapter so I advise you to read that, if you want. Enjoy.

It'd been a day since Emelia saw Riddle. She'd been in her dorm room all day, laying in her bed. Her head aches horribly for hours and all she could think of was sleep. It was nearly 2 AM and Olive was out somewhere.

She'd only gotten out of bed a few times all day either to eat, smoke, or shower.

"Emelia...you have a visitor." said Olive as she walked in.

"Let them in." she said.

'Why is someone visiting me? I hope it's one of the twins who decided to take pity on me and give me something to cure me.' she thought.

"It's actually a he, but here." she replied and left the room.

Tom Riddle walked in with a rose and gave it to her.

"What'd you take?" he asked.

She sighed and replied. "2 percocets with a vicodin." As she took the rose from his hand the thorn went into her skin.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she said as the thorns stabbed her skin.

He took the rose, delicately, and cut her neck with it. Blood flowed out at a steady rate.

"My apologies. I'm so...clumsy," he said in a monotone voice while he inched closer to her neck.

His tongue reached out and licked her blood and sucked on the spot for a few seconds. He took his tie off and grabbed her arms, tying them up together on her beds headboard. She just looked down at the rose in his hand. Tom's hands roamed around before taking off her grey shorts.

Riddle grabbed her face and forced her to look up at him. He had a mischievous smile as he took off his shirt, blindfolding her with it.

"What are you doing, Riddle?" she questioned.

Instead of answering his hands inched down to take off her underwear, but they lingered there for a second tracing her underwear.

She moaned. That was his cue.

He took off her underwear and stuffed it in her mouth so she could barely breath, unless it was through the thin lace material. He got closer and nipped the inside of her thigh. She arched her back and bucked her hips forward.

"I don't understand" he said nearly biting her thigh (going higher), "why you choose to obsess over a man as horrid as Pucey."

She whined and wanted to grab his hair.

"I bet Pucey can't arouse you as good as me." he stated. "I bet Adrian jerks off to the thought of you in the locker rooms, like the little arse he is."

He finally put his tongue inside her and she stifled a yelp and urged for more.

'Christ, she's so wet' thought Tom.

He got up and went to his satchel. Emelia assumed he was going to leave so she simply sat there and brought her legs back up, closing them.

"Who told you you could do that?" he growled.

Tom tore her legs apart, aggressively, and took the ice he got in his mouth.

At first, he started from her chest and went lower and lower. It got smaller and smaller. He took the ice in his mouth and entered her with his tongue. Emelia finally spit her underwear out and yelled, "Take me like a real man and fuck me!"

Tom paused and started taking off his belt and then his pants. He pulled out his cock and put it in her without warning. He grabbed a load of her hair and thrust in and out.

It was almost as if he was fucking her senselessly.

He was.

Emelia was nearly crying. She was so pleased.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." she heaved.

"Cum to who?"

"You, you, Tom" she howled.

He questioned her, "Would Pucey ever do you like me?"

"No, no! He wouldn't."

Tom pulled out and came onto his own hand instead. Narcissistic tendencies. He grabbed a towel and cleaned his hand off. She laid there seeming lifeless. He put on his clothes and untied the tie which was binding her hands together.

"I'll love you forever, Tom."

He kept untying, but bit his lip.

"You will?" he asked.

"Yes. That's the problem."

Of course, she hadn't actually fell for him. A ruse. A deviant scheme. Maybe if he believed that, it'd be best for her.

"Come to the astronomy tower with me.", he said and she nodded. They both stood up, but she fell. He stared at her and laughed.

"You silly little girl. You really think you could walk." As he got closer he put his foot on her chest and pressed down.

"Don't make me have to touch you.", he said.

She tried to get up and walk, but her legs were sore from being spread apart.

"I need a drink. Get me a drink." she said. Tom simply looked as if he were going to slap her.

"You really are foolish. You need water after taking those medicines. Aguamenti, here take this," he said, handing her a cup of water. She drank it, silently and sat for a couple of minutes before getting up again and being able to somewhat walk.

"Let's go." she said.