Elena
I’m still breathing hard from the pain he inflicted on my neck. I try to calm down because he is already knocked out but with my mate suddenly in my house-the two situations are making breathing difficult.
I can see that he is furious because his eyes are not the normal green they should be. It is a little golden and reddish. He wants to do more to him but I don’t let him. We begin to carry him back to the couch in the living room. We can’t take him to the room he shares with my mom. He’ll probably wake her up and tell her everything.
We drop him off on the couch, and we climb back to my room. Now we are both alone. I don’t know what to say to him. His green eyes are lingering on me before they find their way to my quivering hands again.
“Why did you come here?” I mumble as I take my gaze off him. Whenever I look at him, I get this heat and movement in my stomach. I can’t deny the fact that he is hot looking, and especially when he wears that innocent face, it makes my stomach disorganized.
“You called me. Don’t you mean to thank me?” he smirks, taking himself into my room and sitting on my bed.
I want to scream, drag him out and slam the door in his face but all of those seem to be just images in my head. “Thank you?” I take my hands off the door and pause to think.
He takes off his leather jacket, leaving his white shirt that displays the muscular abs he has… God, these boys are chiseled like stone. I gulp and immediately take my eyes off him.
“I saved you, so you owe me a word of appreciation,” he smirks again, as he crossed his legs and props a shoulder on my bed, keeping his eyes on mine.
I don’t like him being here. He needs to leave. He is making me very uncomfortable, and he shouldn’t forget that I am their number one enemy.
“I have never sought your help, and I will never need yours from now on.” I crossed my arms across my chest as I yell out in frustration. Whenever I think about what they’ve done to me and how they would never believe me, it frustrates me.
“You didn’t scream ‘please help?'” he tries to say it in my voice, and shame covers me when he does.
“Fuck you, Daniel.” I spin around, turning my back to him.
“You do know I wasn’t involved in getting you drugged the other night, right?” He asks.
I turn to face him again, my heart beats a little faster inside my chest. I wonder why he is trying to verify that.
“What do you mean?” I snap, although I notice he was the only one who didn’t seem pleased with what they were doing that night. He had the same expression, like the other time he punished Riley for what she did.
“You do know I wasn’t pleased with that? And you do know, I also don’t believe your innocence, right?”
I swallow and look away from him. It would be stupid of me to think he would still trust me, or that he would be different from the rest of his brothers.
“Why are you telling me this if you still don’t trust me?” I frown, not like I care if he trusts me or not. I’m already used to how they never trusted me as their mate.
“Nothing. I say anything that comes to my mind. That came to my mind so I had to say it.” he laughs, and my heart beats again when his full white teeth showed while he laughs.
“Fuck you, again. ” I grunt. I’m a little disappointed but I don’t know why. “What am I to you, Daniel?” I shouldn’t be asking, but I think the same thing just came to my mind and now that he is in my room and my bed, I have to take my chances.
“Little mate. You do know we haven’t fucked right?” when he mentions that my stomach flares up. He hasn’t, unlike his brothers. He has only made me fucking wet by fingerfucking my pussy.
“Do I need to answer that?” I snap again, my blue eyes dimming.
“You don’t need to answer. You also do know I can choose to fuck you if I want?” his voice is hoarse. The way he says it suddenly makes my panty hugs my pussy tighter.
Whenever Daniel speaks this way, instead of being scared, I get this euphoric feeling, the urge to want him more than I want the rest.
“And why haven’t you done that?” My lips shake a little as I speak. He rises from the bed and comes closer to me. He is in front of me now, his scent is wrapping all around me.
“I won’t fuck you, at least not yet.” he yanks me into his arms by my waist, and I gasp at the electricity that flows through my body within a second.
“I hate you. You would never get the chance to fuck me.” I say to his face. But his eyes are focused on my red lips instead, as though he wants to ravish the hell out of my mouth.
“You think so?” he asks, still has his eyes on my lips and wrapping his hands firmly around my waist. I don’t fight to be out of his arms, because staring into his sexy green eyes is another realm entirely.
“I don’t think so, I know so. I will fucking reject you all once I clear my name.” I spit out and he pauses to stare at my face some more.
“Do you still believe you didn’t do that to Ryan?” He asks as his brow furrows a little.
“I didn’t Daniel, only if you trust me.” I tell him, he pauses without a word said as he stares at my face. He wants to say something but he ain’t pouring them out.
“You won’t be able to reject us, Elena.” That’s all he says then he brings his eyes to focus on my lips again, as if he wants to mercilessly devour them.
“Do you think you would fuck me because you own me?” I ask, my heart in my mouth.
He shrinks his eyes, ” No the question is, why I haven’t fucked you yet, if I could?” I use my eyes to ask why. “You’re just not my type, Elena.” he sneers.
“I’m just a toy to you then, and the same toy would do the worse you would least expect.” I want to feel a little hurt, but I can’t allow it and I don’t get why I would feel hurt. Maybe when he said I am not his type.
“Let’s watch what the toy can do then.” he spins me around, tossing me right into the bed, then he lies on top of me.
His free hand come up to my face, and he slowly runs them down my throat cutting off any protest I was going to give. My eyes are on either side of him pressed to the bed, my legs on either side of him. I can feel his dick right through his pants. I hold my breath to keep myself from moaning.
“What can you do as a toy, Elena?” he speaks through hot breath. I feel it on my neck.
“A toy can only get you turned on and make your life miserable…” I curse.
“I want you to do that to me, Elena.” he says it like he finds what I just said sexy, and I meant it. Once I clear my name, I will make their lives miserable. But his tone stops my urge to do it.
“What if I tie you to my bed, turned on some porn and force you to watch it. I bet you will be soaking wet, Elena.” I swallow at the visual he describes. He has a way of telling you what he wants, especially things he has thoroughly thought through.
“Uhm?” I gulp, and his eyes meet mine. I have never realized how beautiful they are, green soft eyes boring into me. I narrow my eyes at him as I slap his chest, and he lays off me, laughing. I hear his laughter and I wish to hear more of it.
I don’t have to tell him he has to go before he picks up his leather jacket from the bed and wears it. He uses the door after winking at me. I scream I hate him but he laughs again.
Once he left, I’m reminded of what happened tonight and why Mr. Callum was saying such things and why the heck he tried to hurt me. I need to find out, not like he was drunk?