Possession(27)

I sigh. “And you would know from experience?”

The jaw ticking starts again. “I just know how they feel at that age and how they act on those feelings.”

“I’ll be treated like a leper in school now because of this.”

Drake picks at a bit of fluff on his shirt and then smoothes it out. “I don’t care as long as anything in trousers stays the hell away from you.”

“I hate you.”

He sighs. “So you keep telling me.” He looks out of the window before finally looking at me. “You’re fine until you pull a stunt like this and then you get angry at me.”

“That’s because of the deal you made with my parents. Because, since then, you’ve been an overbearing, possessive fucking arsehole.”

Leaning over, he grabs my chin and pulls me closer to his mouth. His aftershave invades my nostrils, making them flare. I hate that—although obviously angry—he can make me feel this desire that immediately crawls up my spine when he locks me with those deep brown eyes of his.

“Don’t you fucking dare speak to me like that.”

“Or what?” I ask breathlessly. “What are you going to do to me Drake?”

I find myself eagerly awaiting his answer. I want him to whisper dirty, vile things into my innocent ears. I may be pure. I may be a virgin. But it still doesn’t stop me from thinking dirty thoughts. It still doesn’t stop me from wondering what it would be like to have Drake press his body against me in this car and fuck my brains out.

“Stop trying to push me, Evelyn. I’m not someone you’d like to push. I’m reining it in because of your age, but there’s only so far you can push me.”

“I’m sixteen now. I’m legal for a lot of things.” There’s a lot of innuendo in what I’m saying, but I don’t care. I can feel the heat of Drake’s breath against my own. Smell the mint and aftershave aroma which hits my nostrils and travels all the way down until it reaches a certain area between my legs. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, but right now I don’t care.

Drake looks down towards my lips making the heat between my legs rage worse than ever. He then looks up into my eyes like he’s searching for something. “You’re drunk.”

“Yes,” I admit. Gone are any thoughts of Eddie and what Drake did. All I can think about now—being so close to the sexiest man on earth—is how much I want him to kiss me.

“Your reaction to me is always strong, but this time it’s amplified.”

I smirk. “I guess brandy makes me randy.” I start giggling, and Drake pulls away, turning his head towards the window. He’s hiding his face, but I saw the little smirk he had before he turned. He wasn’t quick enough to hide that from me.

“Don’t you ever think about touching me?” Unfortunately, I think about touching him all the time.

Drake snaps his head towards me. “I try extremely hard not to.”

His confession makes me think of something. “Do you touch other women?” I hate that it sends a pang to my stomach just thinking about it. A part of me doesn’t want to know. Despite the fact that I don’t want Drake forcing his rules on me, I can’t stand the thought of him with another woman. What that means, I have no idea. But the ugly green-eyed monster rears its head in a quiet, jealous rage whenever I think about it.

“Would the thought of me doing so displease you?”

He watches me with interest. I know he’s eagerly awaiting my answer. Instead, I turn my head away and let the lie leave my lips. “No. It shouldn’t matter to me what you get up to. It just makes me pissed to think that I can’t touch other boys, and yet you get free rein.”

Drake grabs a hold of my chin again, but instead gently pulls it to meet him. “Number one, don’t ever mention other boys touching you again. And number two, I know for a fact that you’re lying. I can see it in your eyes and the way your body reacts at the thought of it. I’ve known you long enough to know a lie when I see it. You can’t stand the thought of me touching another woman.”

“Why did you buy me from my parents?” I ask, shocking him.

He immediately lets go and sits back. “I already told you. I want you, and what I want, I get. Two more years, and you will be mine.”

How quickly my yearning for him can turn to hatred. “That’s also a lie and you know it. If I were free, I would be sitting in the park now with my friends instead of being dragged back home by… What are you to me, anyway?”

“I am your man.”

I start laughing. “So, you’re my boyfriend now? Sorry, I don’t remember you taking me out on any dates before asking me the question.”