Chapter 5 Just anybody

Annabel's Pov.

My resistance was subdued by just the touch of his hot lips. One of his arms was wrapped possessively around my waist while the other had curled into my hair, he had bent my head backward so I would accept more and more of his terrific kisses and I was taking it all greedily, with just as much hunger as he did.

He tasted better than anything I had ever tasted in my pathetic life. Or maybe the rich and flavourful taste his mouth was flowing with was from the wine he probably drank earlier. He tasted Fuity, juicy, and sweet; yet intoxicating and hot.

His tasty lips guided my inexperienced ones with so much dominance and passion that I did not know when I had inched even closer to him, whilst wrapping my hands around his neck so I could match his pace.

The kissing had quickly gone from forceful to passionate and the more I sucked on his juicy lips, the more I felt intoxicated and alive. It was only when I heard an awkward cough behind us that I regained my senses and remembered where I was and the events that had just transpired.

Mortified, I quickly pushed him off me like he was a burning furnace and before he could register why I had suddenly pulled away from him my palm had unknowingly connected with his face.

SMACK!!

"Why...how dare you?!" I yelled, trying to play off the shock and embarrassment I was drowning in at the moment.

Embarrassment for stupidly enjoying the lips of a total stranger and the shock from slapping a man that just made 'The Elijah' beg to be freed! I tried to hide the feeling of horror evident on my face when I heard the sound of the slap but I was doing a poor job at it because of how much I was shaking in fear.

I am usually the one getting slapped and humiliated in front of others, but here I was hitting a man that could end my entire existence with just the raise of his hand. My cheeks were covered in a pink blush and I looked everywhere except the face of the hot man.

I waited with bated breath for a reaction from the scary hot man, for him to hit me back or threaten to report me to the school's management. That would be worse because that would mean that Mr. Wesley and his wife Victoria will hear about it and have even more reasons to encourage Agatha's cruel treatment which she claims are correctional methods.

"One, two, three, four..." I kept counting in my mind waiting for the inevitable to occur but it never did, rather he snaked his hand in my waist again and drew me close before I could finish the fearful counting in my mind.

"Did I kiss you too hard?" He asked while cleaning the corner of my lips with his thumb.

Shocked by what he asked and how tenderly he asked it when I had just given him a hard slap across the face, I stared at him with an unexplainable expression on my face. A part of me wondered if this hot man was truly alright or if he had some mental issues.

"Why do you keep talking to me like you know me when I have never seen you in my life??!!" I asked angrily, I don't know why I am upset at him but I just am. No one knew me nor cared about me, and even the ones that I was familiar with did not give a shit about me, so why? Why was this drop-dead gorgeous man making me feel loved and...and wanted, like I for once mattered?

"Because I do Anna! Can't you feel it? I know you more than I know myself!" He yelled back with so much conviction that I began to doubt myself if I had somehow lost some parts of my memory.

"How does that even make sense huh? And stop calling me Anna!"

The both of us stared down at each other with anger in our eyes. But even though he looked angry I could tell underneath the facade was confusion, want, and lust and I felt the same way too.

"Sorry to interrupt whatever is going on here but I think we still have some unfinished business to attend to, Sir." The man that had just interrupted whatever it was we were doing said nonchalantly.

The hot man who was just called Hunter turned his head to face the direction of the voice without letting go of my waist. "Whatever it is can wait till I am done here." He answered before staring back at me with those mesmerizing green eyes of his.

"I am sorry sir, but we also have several other engagements lined up after this."

He sighed frustratedly after hearing the man's persistent voice before letting go of my waist to adjust his tie which had slacked a bit. "Go back to class, I'll see you before it's time for us to go home.."

Confused and dumbfounded by what he meant by 'us going home' and the audacity he had to tell me what to do, I scoffed at his words. "And who do you think you are to tell me what to do?" I asked in astonishment.

Someone had to tell this big guy that I would not be pushed around by a total stranger who did not contribute to my feeding and shelter.

He turned around to face me again but this time around the intensity in his eyes made the remaining words I had to tell him stick inside my throat, refusing to get out. His eyes seemed to be challenging me to say another word if I dared.

But I dared not, not when the longing his eyes held just some minutes ago had completely vanished and what was left now was a no-nonsense look that was indirectly telling me he was no longer playing nice.

"It's either you get back to class or you forget about it, I don't mind either way. But the bottom line is that you will be coming back home with me, whether you like it or not." He said harshly and dismissively like my opinion did not matter at all.

I stared at the arrogant man whose arrogant side had now covered the handsome and irresistible part in my eyes. He now looked like Agatha and everyone who bullied me and pushed me around because they knew I was weak and incapable of standing up for myself or doing anything back.

But not this time! I refuse to be pushed around by just any person!

"And if I refuse?" I struggled to ask. His eyes glowed brightly with scary excitement that I almost immediately regretted blurting what I said out. His now intent and direct stares were giving me goosebumps that were a mixture of fear and desire. And I had no control over myself nor the wetness in my panties.

He smirked, ruffling his sleeked jet-black hair in a way that doubled all the thrown-out desires back. "You won't." He answered while walking away confidently.

"And how are you so sure huh? Do you think I am a puppet that you can control however you like? Or do you think I do not have a family that would refuse for just anybody to take me away??" I yelled at the retreating figure.

I shouldn't have asked the second question because even a kid knew by just taking a single look at me that I did not have anybody who cared about me.

"Just anybody?" He asked taking what I think are calming breaths. "Excuse us, Jeremy."

"What? Are you sure sir?"

"Yes. Leave!" The arrogant man said to the other guy without taking his eyes off me.

I should have been scared that he was suddenly telling the other person to leave so we would be alone but I wasn't. Not one bit. I felt oddly safe and comfortable in the presence of this man and under his sharp and arrogant gaze like I had been used to it all my life.

The other man left quietly and closed the door behind him. "Just anybody?? You think I am just anybody?" He asked while walking towards me but I backed out immediately, the more steps he took forward the more I went backward.

"Aren't you?" My question provoked him more than I thought it would because in the next second his hand had held tightly to the back of my neck forcing me to stare into his enchanting but scary eyes.

"Will just anybody know you have a tiny pink mark just below your left breast? Or that you have...