Chapter 9 9

The dark room became stuffy for Amelia as the only thing she could make out was Byron's dark grey eyes peircing into her soul, his breathing is steadied and calculative as he pins her to the wall, his hand on her mouth and his free hand tugging at her tie.......

She has never felt this.... helpless before, should she call it helpless if it ignites a strange part of her?....I guess not

She stared back into his eyes, those grey eyes that seems to know her so well, it's beautiful, but sometimes all those eyes want is to see her break and fall over the edge while she struggles, she shouldn't find Byron attractive.....he loathes her

She tries moving but his weight is preventing her, fighting is useless, her hands trapped to her sides not giving her any chance for movement, she's trapped..... completely

"Don't fight me, wild one..... that will only add to the ideas I have in my head and trust me, my head is the most fúcked up place to be" he chuckled and she glared at him

He's so fùcking right, his head is really fúcked up and having her in there means disaster!

She bucked forward and he chuckled, leaning in, pressing his hard chest against her and swishing her to the wall, a muffled groan escaped her lips as she winced in pain

"You are still fighting, wild one, are you testing my patience?" He asked and she glare at him, mumbling something as she tries biting his hand on her mouth but he only pressed harder, her eyes bulging out

"Giving me more ideas?, Oh well...." He trails as his fingers wrapped around her tie and yanked it off in one fùcking go, she gasped but it's muffled, he dangled her tie in front of her before dropping it on the ground, stomping on it

"You must be wondering what I want, don't you, Wild one?" He asked as his hand moved to her buttons, she stiffened as he undos the top button, a firm smrik on his lips

"Oh I forgot, you can't speak...." He laughed as he slowly released his hand and she inhaled a huge amount of air before glaring at him, even though he released her mouth, she's still trapped..... she instinctively raised both hands on his chest

"What do you want!?" She half yelled and he paused undoing the second button..... trailing his hand to her neck

"An explanation...." He voiced out and she furrows her eyebrows

"Explanation for what!" She asked and he looks down at her

"The funny stunt you pulled with that low life prîck..... Elzra" he said and it felt like he was been forced to swallow hot nails while saying Elzar's name

"Why do you care?" She squinted and his hand moved closer to her neck.... circling it as she looks up at him, her neck hurts in the process, damn tall people

"Because I do, you don't get ask the questions here Wild one, I do...." He said and she rolled her eyes

"You are a jokester, do you know that?, and whatever you heard was true, I'm going to the game..... because Elzra asked me to" she pointed out as she pokes his chest with her index finger

"The fúck you just say?, Are you fùcking kidding me?" He asked....his hand wrapping around her neck as she gulped down....her eyes brimming with fear and something else she can't put a finger on

"You fúcking heard me right, I'm going to the game" she said with gritted teeth and he tightened his grip on her neck but not strong enough to choke her, both of her hands subconsciously found it's way his hand on her neck, trying to pull it off

"You are going to go, but not for Elzra" he said and she looks at him with confusion

"You don't get to tell me what to do" she gritted out and his eyes flashed with rage

"Don't you dare talk back at me, you are going to go to the game but not for Elzra, got it?" He snarled

"Nope...." She cheeked and in a flash, both of her hands holding his is pinned above her head, her chest pushing forward as his grip on her neck remains firm, she gasped in the process

"Stop with the fùcking attitude or I might just have to fúck it out of you" he whispered and she could feel the minance lacing in his voice as his devilsh eyes bore her's, her breath quickens as she bucked forward, stomping her feet on his hard, he barely felt it

"You don't own me, bastard, I can do whatever the fúck I want to do and if being with Elzra bothers you that much, then I will be with him...." She snarled as his eyes darkened at her words, exploding fireworks of rage within him

"Lesson time" he chuckled immediately, his anger replaced with a smirk as he hauled her off the ground as if she weighs nothing, she gasped as she didn't expect his next move, he drops her on the desk..... kicking the seats out of the way as he stared down at her with so much......... evil and another look she couldn't quite understand

"You think I don't own you?" he asked as she scoffed, her feet dangling off the desk

"You don't, you don't even know me but you act as if you do, you are fùcking up my mind and it's not funny anymore" she yelled and he chuckled, the classrooms are empty

He slowly lowered his head, his face inches apart from her's as his hot breathe fanned her face

"I know you, as a matter of fact.....I know you more than you know yourself, I know everything single thing about you, you health freak tendencies, your prim and proper behavior, your allergies to nuts and kiwis, your fashion sense, your favorite foods, movie, songs, your Dad and Aunt, your fake friendship with Kimberly and most importantly, your nightmares, your fears, and the huge secret behind your surgical scar on your left breast, I fùcking own you" he said and her mouth hangs open in complete shock

Nobody, absolutely nobody knows these things about her except for her Dad and Aunt, how does he know her so well, her allergies, her nightmares, her forbidden scar?.....he knows her but she knows nothing about him

"You are stalker too?" She voiced out and he chuckled

"Only for you, Yes....." He smriked and she shook her head

"You don't own me simply because you know a few things about me, I'm going to that game for Elzra and that's it" she said and his anger expression resurfaced again

Gripping her thighs as he pulled them apart in one go making her skirt rile up and her hands clutched onto the edges for support before she falls off, on a normal day no guy would be able to do this to her but for some reason, Byron seems to have....an edge, it might sound crazy but does he really own her?..... fúck no!

"You need to know who the fúck you belong to, Pinky, you OWE me, and for that I OWN you, you belong to me, and I get to decide what to do with you, if it's to kîll you, keep you, fúck you, throw you off a cliff, burn you or protect you, I could do all, just saying" he said and she closed her eyes momentarily, trying to ignore the flipping fact that her legs her opened in front of him

"What do you want from me!?, Tell me what I did to you!, Stop torturing me for something I don't know of!" She half yelled

"First, I want you, and second, why should I tell you what you clearly know of and third, I'm only torturing you because you are being a brat!" He growled and pulled her closer..... his right hand trailing in-between her thighs

Funny tingling sensation rolls down her spine as his hand moved higher

She can't possibly be feeling this way!

"You don't own me, fúck you!" She growled and his hand moved higher.... stopping at the fabric of her pànties

"Oh, I will..... but not yet, right now I need you to say the magic words and I might not do what I have in mind" he growled, his thumb rubbing through the fabric and she lowered her head, trying to coordinate herself but it's almost impossible

"You don't own me" she said and his pushed her pàntie to the side, his fingers caressing her bare córe, she bite her lips.... looking down as her hands trembled

"Try again, and this time get it right" he growled and she shook her head, he can't break her, he can't force her, he can't do anything to make her break

"You don't own me" she whispered to his hearing

"Wrong answer" and with that a gasp escaped her lips as she almost tumbled off the desk....two of his fingers sinking deeply into her core as she shakes her head, trying not to make a sound.....not just because she can't but because she doesn't want to.....he can't have much effect on her

"Now, let's try that again, you are not going to the game for Elzra because I own you, Yes?" He asked....his fingers deep inside her

"You don't..." She said in a shaky voice and he tsks, removing his fingers only to slam them back in with another ruthless go

"Araagh!" She cries out, she grabbed the collar of his uniform, her head resting on his chest as tears polled in the back of her heavy eye lids

"Again, yes or no?" He growled, his fingers working skillfully in and out with ease as he grabbed her chin and raised it up, their eyes met and she shuddered beneath him

"No.." she trails as he added another finger and she lost it completely, turning into a moaning mess as he forcefully made her look at him

She could see the evil in his eyes, the determination to break her, stomp on her, wreck her walls till there's nothing left for her to pick up, he increased the tempo, his eyes not leaving her face for one second as he relished the reactions she's giving, he scissored in fingers inside her and she jerked off the desk

"Fúck!......" The freaking moan she has been trying so hard to concel found it's way out of her lips, he's not saying anything, torturing her with his silence as he curled up his fingers and she cries out again, a sudden feeling clamps the pit of her stomach as she tightened her grip on his collar

She isn't new to this feeling, she has fingered herself before but nothing comes close to Byron's skills, he's literally making her eye lids heavy, he's making her lose control, she bucks forward, she can feel it.... it's so close, she can almost touch it, this is definitely the most outrageous thing she has ever done in her life, anyone can walk in right now and that thought alone made her insides churn, squeez, burn and........

"What the fúck!" She whimpers as he suddenly pulled his fingers from her, stepping away from her with a wicked smrik on his face as her eyes widened, her anticipation wearing off into thin air and complete emptiness englofing her as she clenched her thighs together, a wicked smrik on his face he licks his fingers that were inside her, that's so sick yet somehow attractive

"You don't get to cûm after being a defiant brat, only good girls get rewarded" he shrugged his shoulders and her cheeks heated up instantly, jumping off the desk as she felt her stomach tightening up in anguish, the disconnection making her feel angry, he didn't let her finish and that hurts like a bîtch!

"You are insane, Byron!...." She yelled and he chuckled, hovering her space as he lifts her chin with his index finger, his dark grey eyes that seems suprisingly familiar grinning at her

"You are mine, mine to own and destroy, and you are going to pay for forgetting about me so easily" he whispered and with that, he's out of the classroom

Her eyes followed his movement as she clutched onto herself, her thighs tingling from lack of friction and her head still messy

"Who are you, Byron?" She mumbles silently, this is getting intense and if she doesn't know exactly how they're connected then she will just keep surffering, it's about time