A Dangerous Game | N.H [under construction]
[CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION STARTING AUGUST 2017, RECOMMEND READING ONCE EDITING IS FINISHED.]
... he grabbed my upper arm pulling me back to him, his lips found mine -- and his kiss was soft.
He didn't try to grab anywhere on my body, he didn't try to force me to kiss him back or put his tongue down my throat -- he just kissed me. It was a short lingering kiss that lasted only a minute, but it still left me almost breathless and bewildered to say the least.
When he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were hard and his lips pressed in a firm line. His hand found the collar of my jacket moving it away once more, enough for anyone to see the mark he left earlier. "You're mine now." Niall stated sternly, looking deep into my eyes his hard blue ones washing over my green iris's like a tsunami.
I gulped tightly at how serious he was. He said that in such a way where it actually had me terrified, he looked frustrated, determined, even possessive.
It made me never want to touch a guy again, touch Grant again, and maybe that's why he looked at me like that. He wanted to scare me so that I would never defy his words, so that he could have me to himself -- but I barley knew him, never the less, he barley knew me -- or my name.