Emily
I was startled when he threw me on the car seat of his beautiful convertible with leather seats. After he places my seatbelt on, he leans down and glares at me with fury. I love it, I won't lie, but I won't let him see he has full control over me.
"I told you to stay in the room with me. Why didn't you listen to me?" He says trying to hide his frustration.
"And I told you I had a previous engagement. I told you I was coming back." I sneered back giving him an attitude. He makes a growling sound making me startled.
"A date Em! You had a fucking date on the same day we mate and. . . ." He curses through gritted teeth and closes his eyes.
"How could you come and meet this douchbag? He was nothing but an asshole with you."
"I can handle myself, ok? I was trying to come here and break it off, but he wouldn't shut up about his dear mommy and talking about himself."
"For fucks sake Emily. Seriously? It's not that fucking hard. Hey, you know what? I don't plan to stay for this fake date so see yah." He sneers, making me feel like an idiot and playing out what I should have said.
He was right. I should have just stayed in the room with him. I loved every second of it, and just thinking of how good he makes me feel, makes me want to straddle him now. But I'm a hard-ass like papa taught me. Yes, I was stubborn as a fucking mule.
I crossed my hands and pouted my lips angrily. He got up and sat in his seat. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his face and turned on the car, pressing the ignition button. He sped off and by the looks of it, he was going back to the direction of my house. . . . wait. . . how does he know where I live?
"How did you know where I was? You were sleeping when I left and I did not tell your friends where I was heading."
I asked annoyed. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel and clenches his jaw.
"I have my ways. You don't need to worry about them." That's all he responds as he continues to drive. A silence overtakes us. I want to say something to him, make him stop being angry with me. I just know my damn attitude is going to make us have lots of arguments. But I really need to try not to steam off on him.
He drives past my house, making me curious to where we are going. I swear it looked like his eyes went pitch black for a second. He continues to drive, his hand never stops gripping the steering wheel hard. His veins engorged from how angry he feels.
I sigh after a while, he's probably been driving for about twenty minutes without saying a word. "Ty, why are you driving through the mountain? Where are we going?" I ask as we pass the many narrowed roads through the mountain past our town.
"Home. We're going home." My eyes widen in shock. Did he just say, home?
"But I don't live with you, Ty."
"You do now. You're mine, and if I can't trust the shit you do out of my sight then I'm putting you where I can keep a damn eye on you without worrying your ass getting into trouble." My eyes widen and my mouth gawked openly.
"And did you care to ask me if I wanted to live with you? What the fuck? Why would you assume I want to live with you? I have a job, responsibilities, my own home."
"Well, not anymore. Got it! As of now, you will live under my roof, under my care, and stay by me all day and all night."
"The fuck I will! Ty take me home-" I yelled making him angrier. Did I suddenly like the idea of living with him, and letting him pamper me? Hell to the fuck, yes, but I somehow couldn't shut up and stop being sassy.
"Take me home Ty!" I yelled making him press the brake suddenly. My body jerked forward making me gasp. He gets off the car and opens my door with anger written all over his face.
He unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me to his chest. My eyes widen in shock. My body tingles by his touch. . . why the fuck is my damn body reacting like this to him? What the hell is going on?
He looks at me, his jaw clenched tight, eyebrows narrowed. His eyes look so dark, so powerful; damn he's fucking hot.
My hands caught in between me and his chest. His hands hold on to my waist tightly making me feel like the most intimate hug in the world.
"You want to go home? I'll take you home. But I want to hear it from you while you look into my eyes. But know one thing Emily, if you choose to go home, I'll take you, but I won't be coming back, ever. Got it?" His voice is husky but sounds sorrowed and pained.
My heart suddenly feels pained, a sense in me telling me this is where I need to be. To be with him, and not give a shit what people think of me running off with him.
"Ty--" I utter out through a whimper. My eyes fill with tears as his haze softens and he hangs his head.
"Very well Em. I'll-" He gulps down and I become overwhelmed by my own emotions seeing him this way.
I claim his lips, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my body against him as if it was even possible. His hands engulf me, holding me tightly and interlacing his fingers in my hair. The kiss deepens as I let a moan out making him growl.
It takes a lot for me to give in to someone's demands, but with him? He's something else. I just know, if I let him leave...I will regret it for the rest of my life.
We part gasping for air. His forehead is against mine as he keeps his fingers interlaced through my hair holding me tight. "Ty. . . let's go home," I whisper. He grunts, his hands grip my butt and pulls me up, making me wrap my legs around him.
His gesture feeling warm, intimate as if I've known him as my lover for the longest time.
"Anything my queen desires." He whispers, burying his face in my neck.
"You have no idea what you mean to me Em. You have no fucking idea." His husky voice making my body tremble. I can get used to this.
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