Only His. ✔︎

FIVE.

Elias draws invisible shapes on my thigh, and once I move his hand he moves it back. Everest and Aurelle are whispering things in each others ears, giggling and smiling.

Soon after eating, we wash our plates and Everest and Aurelle go have their fun. Elias grabs me by the hair and kisses me before heading up stairs. We're not even dating, why does he affect me like this?

He shouldn't, and it's bad for me. I've spent years building up a wall to stop heartbreak from affecting me, and for years it hasn't. But Elias, him. He's breaking it down. I know that I need a break from him, but he's making it so hard.

I realize I've been staring into space for a minute, so I back up and sit on the counter. If it's Elias's house, I can sit wherever, right? I'm probably right. Plus, he wiped down the counter before he harshly pulled my hair and kissed me.
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As I sit down on the bed, I grab my phone and check my socials. 'Extremely pretty!' One commented. I reply saying 'Thank you' As Elias grabs my phone. "Who's this?" He says as he begins deleting my comment.

"I don't know, a nice person" I try to grab my phone back but he pushes my hand away. "Stay off your phone, got it?" Did. He. Just. Throw. My. Phone? "Oh fuck no." I grab my phone back and slam the door to the bedroom. He opens the door, but I'm already at the bottom at the stairs.

I take my shoes and put them on, grab my coat and my bag and begin leaving. Aurelle leaves the room she shares with Everest as she watches me leave. I hear screaming and yelling from the window near the stairs.

I ask his guards to take me back to where my car was parked, and they did. I get in my car and begin humming a song. I start my car, reverse out of the parking lot and drive home. I have a massive headache, my stomach is beginning to hurt, and I'm tired.

Still in the oversized shirt, but nothing underneath. Elias tries to call me, but I decline. Why do I keep letting him get too me? I mean, one second I hate him and the other I love him. I turn on a song and begin hitting all high notes and vocal riffs. My mom always said I was an amazing singer, but I'm not.

Just a normal one, like everyone else. I pull into my driveway, almost falling asleep until Elias calls me once again. I step out of the car, knowing that I shouldn't answer but I do. "Hello?" He begins apologizing. "Elias, I don't care anymore." Without letting him say another word I hang up.

I get inside and lay on the couch, and begin dozing off.
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After about an hour and a half, I wake up. I realize that I'm still on the couch, but Elias has called me more than 30 times, probably 100. Someone knocks on my door, so I get up and answer it.

Elias is at the door, but before I could shut the door he holds it open, allowing himself in. "Still half naked, hm?" He shuts the door, picking me up. "What do you want, Elias?" He sits down on the couch. "What do I want?" His hands make their way to my clit.

"Move your hands," He moves them closer. "Elias, move your hands, now!" His finger pushes into my clit as my head falls on his shoulder. Another finger enters my now, pulsing clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant as I rock my hips with his pace.

"Tell me, after you had got so so mad at me, what emotions were you feeling?" I don't speak. I just stay silent. "Answer me, Kiana." No. "Str-stressed"- a moan cuts my words off. "Mhm, continue." I can't, dumbass. I hold his hand that's free as I moan and whimper.

"Oh my god, Elias." I begin to feel my release come close. He knew it, too. "Don't." Fuck I hate him. "P-please Elias, I'm close." He still doesn't let me. "Be a good girl next time, understand?" I nod. "Use your words, princess." I still hate him. "Yes, Elias." He allows me to cum.

"Fuck," I scream as I tighten my grip while holding his hand. Fuck he makes me go crazy. While overstimulating, his hand wraps around my throat as he flips us over. At an amazing pace, his fingers stroke in and out of me.

"S-slow down," He doesn't. He never listens to me, I could understand why though. I never listen to him. He gets down on his knees, my legs trembling and my headache still there. My legs wrap around his neck as I cum on his fingers again and again.

He lets my legs down, removing his fingers from inside of me. He licks his fingers as I lay in a more comfortable position. Before I could process what just happened, he forces my legs open once again.

He licks the extra cum off my clit, probably licking it more than he should've. He picks me up bridal style, heading upstairs to my room. He lays me down on my bed, and grabs a cloth from my bathroom. He wets it and cleans me up.

"Fuck I hate you," He goes into my closet, grabbing a robe and pajamas. "Change, I'll be on my way out." He kisses my forehead before leaving. I begin changing, as I wonder what the fuck just happened?!

He showed up at my door, ends up finger fucking me then he's telling me to change, and all of it adds up to him LEAVING?! I climb into bed, grabbing one of my notebooks and a pencil. I begin to draw an eye shape, that quickly turns into Elias's.

He's confusing, extremely confusing. One second we're sleeping together, the other he's leaving or I'm leaving. Maybe we're both confusing, mostly him though. I continue drawing his eyelashes as a knock lands on my door.

Elias left, right? "Come in," My voice shaky, and hesitant. Everest walks in, holding Elias in one arm, his hands covered in blood. "Some dude was outside, looking through your downstair windows," I get out of bed, going over to him.

Not a single scratch on him.

Everest let's go of him as he walks over behind me, grabbing my waist. "You should probably go," His hand runs up my thigh as Everest leaves. I move away in a panic. "What happened?!" He laughs as he leans back onto my bed.

"Don't get any blood on my bed, Elias. Those sheets are clean, and their white." he sits back up. "Elias I'm being serious!" he walks into my bathroom, running the warm sink water. "Guns, princess." Wait, what? "Guns? Be more specific." He drys his hands off.

I notice his gun isn't on his waist, but instead on my bed, safety turned off. "Don't tell me you.." he looks over into my bedroom where I am, staring at the gun. "Figured it out yet?" he takes his shirt off.

"Why? We're they doing anything?" Well, duh. His brother just said they were looking in my windows. "Ignore that question, your leaving the second"- he cuts me off by shutting the bathroom door.

I grab his gun, running it over my thigh. I play with it a bit before he leaves the bathroom. I sit it down as I quickly turn away from the door. I grab my notebook and tear out the drawing of his eye.

I throw it in my garage can as he grabs his gun, placing it on my side table. He climbs into my bed as I move to the other side. "I want you gone, first thing in the morning. Got it?" He looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"Got. It?"

He turns his back to me, flexing his muscles. Ugh, fucking horny bitch. I turn my TV on, grab my phone and begin texting my friends while watching the show. Soon, I turn my TV off, he falls asleep, and so do I.

This man drives me crazy, I want him gone but it seems as if he's an important person in my life. He isn't, I know that's a fact.
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~THANK YOU FOR READING~

So, this chap took me a bit longer. Why?
School is a bitch, okay? A bitch.
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-Your favorite book worm, Layah.