I stood frozen against the wall as his lips moved on mine expertly. My hands pushed on his chest which only made him more provoked to deepen the kiss. He tangled one hand in my hair to pull me close into him and used his other hand to lightly pull on my shirt. Suddenly he pulled back, and I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized were closed.
"You've never been kissed before?" he asked in more of a statement sort of way. I waited for my breathing to steady before nodding my head. A low throaty laugh erupted from him and his unforgiving eyes locked with mine. "I could tell," he declared harshly before patting my cheek twice.
"Excuse me?" I couldn't disguise the hurt in my voice. I held my breath as he leaned in close to my face, his breath fanning over my collarbone.
"I. could. tell." he said slowly, drawing out each word then kissing my ear and stepping away from me. He smirked deviously then left me in the room.
"Asshole," I muttered to myself then got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth over and over again.
When I felt like I was ridden of River's taste, I went and collapsed on the bed, burying my head in the pillow and quickly falling into a peaceful sleep.
River's point of view:
"What do you propose we do?" Rouge asked, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "Seduce her? Rape and beat her until she breaks? Hell, let's just kill her and get it over with." The frustration was evident in his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair.
"You want to kill her?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Fuck no, I've never murdered anyone. I meant for you to kill her," he glanced at me after he said it and his eyes lit up as if he had an idea.
"Rouge?" I questioned as his lips turned up into a menacing smile.
"What if I told you I had the perfect plan. A plan that will for sure break her," he told me, intently watching my facial expression.
"What're we breaking?" Brydon asked with Sadie at his side. I shot a glance towards her and he got the clue, "Babe, go to the room, okay?" She nodded and scurried off.
"I have a plan to show Blakely that we mean business, and I need all the help I can get. So, who's up for a road trip?"
Back to Blakely's point of view:
I slowly peeled my eyes open when the bed dipped down, indicating someone was invading the bed beside me. An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into the warmth of a body.
"You awake?" my intruder whispered into my ear. I felt my eyelids slowly droop shut as my consciousness began to slip away.
"No," I grumbled under my breath, resulting in a chuckle to be produced. The vibrations from his low, deep laugh was the last thing I felt before sleep overcame me once more. My house was shown in a daze, behind my closed eyelids. A dream, perhaps? I looked around to see myself as a child, watching intently as my dad cheated on my mother.
"Daddy?" my four year old voice called out as I watched my father kiss the woman.
"Blakely, baby. Go to your room," he told her while stripping the blonde bimbo.
"That's not mommy," she announced, petrified. He pointed to the door, silently commanded her to leave. Confused and hurt, she ran out his bedroom and into my room, hiding in my closet.
Next thing I know, I turn and see the front door open. My mom, just as beautiful as I remember her, stood in the doorway with grocery bags in her hands.
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Forced |1|Mystery / Thriller
"why won't you just let me go?" Blakely is fifteen and when her and her dad get into a fight, she storms out the house. Only to be taken to a place in which she's forced to stay.