Possession(31)

Pulling his head down towards me, I capture his lips on mine. At first, he’s hesitant, but when I moan and slide my tongue into his mouth, he relents. I feel his body go limp against me as our mouths explore one another. Ever since that kiss at the cinema, I have been dreaming about kissing him again and again and again. He’s simply addictive.

As we carry on kissing, my desire spikes to new levels. I run my fingers through his hair and grab a fistful, pulling him into me. I hear when he moans against my lips, and something snaps inside of me.

Grabbing his hand, I pull it up towards my breast and try to wrap my leg around his waist. “Drake, please,” I beg. I long to be taken. Right now, in this moment, I want him to take me.

I force his hand onto my breast, and at first, he relents, squeezing me. “Take me,” I whisper against his lips. “Don’t wait two weeks. Take me now.”

Suddenly, he pushes me away and stands for a moment, panting. “Fuck me, woman. What’s wrong with you? You’re going to be the end of me.”

“I don’t want to be here. Take me home with you now.”

He looks me in the eye—all anger gone. Instead, all I can see is the look of pain which crosses his features. “You know I can’t do that.”

My anger quickly surfaces. “Oh, yes … of course. The contract.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

I frown at him. “How else can I say it? In what way could I possibly say it that makes it any less fucked up than it is? What about free will? What about the fact that since the age of sixteen, I have had the legal right to leave? Why is it that I can’t?”

“You can’t leave until you’re eighteen. Then, you’ll be one hundred percent in my care. If I take you before that date, then the contract will be null and void.”

“I guess I will have to leave of my own volition then.”

Drake stalks towards me and grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. Gone are the lust, hunger, and pain I saw earlier. He’s angry again, but this time, it’s aimed at me. “If you do that, I will hunt you down. There is no escaping me. I keep telling you that time and time again, and you never listen. You have your last exams next week. The week after that, you need to prepare. If you even dare disobey me, there will be consequences. I mean it, Evelyn. I don’t fuck about. Do I make myself clear?”

I snap my chin away from him and pull away completely. “Crystal.” I hate him when he gets like this. One minute, I can’t keep my hands away from him, and the next, he says or does something that reminds me of our situation, and it really pisses me off.

“Are you okay?”

Snapping my head back to him, I scowl. “What?”

“That fuckwit, Charles. Did he do anything?”

I sigh, my anger fading once again. “No. You arrived just in the nick of time.”

“What did he say to you?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think you really want to—”

“What did he say to you?”

“Back in the living room, my mother told him I was taken. He asked who, but my mother was interrupted. Soon after, so was he. I left the room to wash my hands and came out here for some fresh air. He must have noticed that I had left and followed me here. He told me that he bet my spotty teenager couldn’t make me come. That’s when he started kissing my neck.”

His jaw started ticking again. “If you had told him who your boyfriend is, it would have ended then and there.”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t have time tell him anything during his groping and slobbery kisses.” I raise my voice to him, and he comes towards me.

“I’m sorry. I’m not blaming you. I’m just so fucking angry.”

Again, my anger is completely gone, and replaced with it is this need to be near him. “You came to my rescue.”

He sweeps my hair away from my eyes, causing me to look up at him. “You called me your boyfriend.”

Shaking my head, I pull away, but it’s no use. He pulls me closer to him. “Don’t get too cocky. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“You know you’re more to me than that, don’t you? You and me we’re—”

“Fucked up.”

“Hey,” he says tugging me to him. “You and I have a special relationship. One that no one can take away.”

“Not even me?”

Drake runs his fingers through my hair before grabbing a fistful and making me look into his eyes. “Not even you.”





In two days time, I will turn eighteen, and from midnight on that day, I will belong to the great Drake Salvatore. I feel sick, and I have a desperate need to run. In fact, I have been planning my escape in my head over and over in the last couple of days.