Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BLAIR
My body is buzzing with anticipation as I sit in economics waiting for Emmett to show up. He's unpredictable at times, but I've slowly grown used to his ways of infatuation and possessiveness. I know he’s always watching me, due to how many times a day he reminds me. The previous feelings of unease have morphed into flattery and cause my heart to beat a little harder.
My eyes swing to the door as if my body knows he's near, and I watch as he walks in. I expect him to look at me, or come over and make some type of possessive comment, yet he does neither.
Instead , he takes his seat in the back and takes out his phone, without paying me any mind. I feel an ache in my heart as my brows draw low, and I slowly shift back into my seat. He’s done that every day this week.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I go over the past few weeks in my mind. After what happened between us last weekend in the cemetery, I’m unsure of what warranted this change in his demeanor.
Sure , I still ignore his texts here and there or make him think I don't want him, but I have to. I need to be sure of his intentions before allowing him to slither his way into my heart. But going from constantly trying to claim me to not even sparing a look in my direction?
What the hell?
I try to focus on Professor Monroe’s lecture as he draws on about some type of economic growth strategy, but I can't seem to concentrate. My mind is filled with thoughts of Emmett and the sudden change in his personality. I chance a few glances back over my shoulder and every single fucking time, I'm met with the hard set of his jaw and eyes that are, for the first time , focused on our professor standing up front.
I stare a little longer, willing him to look my way, but it never comes. With a huff, I turn back in my seat. I'll just have to confront him after class. If he thinks he can ignore me after weeks of his relentless attention, he's wrong.
As Professor Monroe begins wrapping up class, I quickly pack up my useless belongings, with the hope of being able to catch Emmett before he leaves. As I stand up and pull my bag over my shoulder, I look in his direction. I’m met with his retreating form as he exits the room. Shit . I pick up my pace and pull out my phone to send him a text.
Me: I need to talk to you. Wait up.
“ Shit ,” I curse under my breath as I quickly leave the room, hurryi ng to catch up. I urge my legs to move faster as I make my way through the sea of students leaving the building. I push up on my tiptoes to see if I spot him anywhere. Swarms of students flood the campus all around me, but Emmett is easy to pick out in a crowd. “ How is he so far?” I huff, slightly out of breath as I try to catch up to him.
I’m speed walking when I step on a poster. It’s stuck to my shoe and as I bend to rip it off, I see a familiar face and pause. Picking it up, my hands begin to shake.
Looking down at the face enlarged on the poster, I'm met with the same blue eyes that were focused on me just days ago when I was explaining the logistics of economics. In bold red letters above his full name, Braxton Willingham , is the word: MISSING .
How is that possible? I just saw him. My heart sinks as my mind wanders through all the possibilities of what could have happened to Braxton between then and now. Was he just another unlucky student who’s gone missing? Is it a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Ideas continue to swirl around in my head, giving me a migraine.
It isn't until I remember Emmett’s threats from the night of the party, that everything clicks. He must have something to do with all of this. I know Emmett is a little obsessive but surely he couldn't have done something this insane… Right ? I start to shake my head. I take that back, he probably would do something this fucking crazy.
My epiphany has me storming over to Emmett’s house before I talk myself out of it. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as the thought that he’s a possible killer fills my mind. I make my way up his steps, two at a time, and start banging on his door.
“ Emmett !” I yell as my fist continues to make contact with the front door. “ Open up you fucking psycho! I know what you did!” I don’t, but he doesn’t know that.
The door swings open and I am face to chest with Emmett . Peering up into his dark green eyes, I see fury and possessiveness taking over.
“ I tried to warn you. You just wanted to keep testing me, didn’t you?” He bends down as he speaks, making our faces so close I can feel his breath with every word he says.
“ Tell me, Emmett . What happened to Braxton ?!” I shout.
Ignoring my question, he grabs my throat and collars it with his large hand, yanking me to him.
“ He got what was coming to him. It was what he deserved.” He growls as his hand tightens around my neck. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to let me know he's upset with me.
“ You’ll be receiving your punishment now, little obsession.” Shivers run down my spine at the grip of his hand and the sound of his words.
Stunned , he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder as if I weigh absolutely nothing.
“ Emmett , put me down!” I hiss while hitting my fists against his back. I feel a sharp slap and the stinging sensation spreads across my ass as the hit to it registers. A blush begins to creep its way over my skin. He did not just spank me. There’s no way.
“ All you had to do was listen like a good girl, Blair . ”
He throws me off his shoulder and I land on my back on his bed. Pulling myself up, I lean on my elbows and look over at him. He's standing there clenching and unclenching his fists, his jaw snapped shut. Based on his body language, you would think he was angry, but I’d disagree based on the look in his eyes.
Those emerald irises are filled with lust and hunger as he stares at me. Before I can blink Emmett reaches out, taking both my ankles in his strong hands, he yanks me to the edge of the bed. A faint squeal of surprise releases before I can stop it.
“ I told you, you are mine, Blair . Mine . Now I have no choice but to show you.” With his grip on my ankles, he roughly spreads my legs wide, allowing room for him to step between my thighs. “ I'm going to claim this perfect little pussy. My perfect little pussy.”
I don’t know what to say. To prove his point, he grips the fabric of my leggings that line my waist and forcibly pulls them down, taking my panties with them. He places both hands on the neckline of my shirt and pulls in opposite directions. My shirt splits down the middle, the sound of the ripping echoes in his bedroom. He reaches a hand around my back and quickly undoes my bra, dropping it on the floor as my breasts fall free.
I’m so stunned by the sudden removal of my clothes that I can’t seem to find any words. His eyes bounce between mine as he questions me. “ Should I ? Should I claim your pussy, Blair ? Is that what you want from me?”
I nod my head but he catches my chin in his grip and commands, “ Words .”
“ Yes ,” I answer .
Once I’m completely naked, Emmett tugs off his hoodie and pulls down his sweatpants. I realize I've never seen him naked, despite my body always winding up bare to him. He stands to his full height, my guess is somewhere over six feet, and my eyes roam over every naked inch of him on display.
His muscles ripple with movement and there's black ink scattered all over his chest and arms. When he turns around for a moment, I notice they cover the majority of his back too.
He turns to face me again and movement catches my eye, causing me to look down. I come face to face with his hard cock, thick and veiny. It jerks against his stomach as if it’s trying to get my attention. It's different from seeing it in the darkness of the night at the cemetery.
Here , in the bright light of his room, I can see everything.
Seemingly finding the ability to speak, I do. It’s not a protest that leaves my lips but a statement. “ Th -that’s not going to fit inside me, Emmett . No way.” I fervently shake my head as his low chuckle fills my ears.
“ Oh , it'll fit, sweet girl. You were made for me, made to take my cock. All ten inches will be buried inside your wet cunt, Blair .”
He brings his hand behind my head and grips my neck from behind, lifting my face to meet his. He smashes his lips to mine, the taste of mint and tobacco, and something uniquely him explodes on my tastebuds. We’re a mess of clashing teeth, saliva, and hunger.
His tongue dances with mine as he uses his free hand to cup my breast. He breaks the kiss and brings his mouth to my nipple. Attaching his lips to the bud he sucks and licks the point, using his free hand to pull and twist on the other one .
Fuck .
I hate how easily my body surrenders to him. Desire skirts down my spine as an ache forms between my thighs. A low, needy whimper falls from my lips as I run my nails through his hair, grabbing the longer ends at the back.
“ Yes , that feels so good, Emmett .” I gasp, surprised by the breathiness of my voice. He continues massaging and sucking on my breasts until the pulsing between my legs demands his attention. He doesn’t even have to ask before pleas start to fall from my lips.
“ Please . Please give me more.” I hear myself beg. It feels like I’m having an out-of-body experience, watching myself from a distance.
“ You sound so beautiful when you beg for me, baby,” He coos. “ You want me to claim you? You want to see your virgin blood coat my cock?” His words go straight to my clit and I quickly nod, wanting him to claim me, make me his.
He leans up and takes my legs, holding them wide enough to fit around his muscular frame. His lips purse as he gathers saliva and spits directly on my slit, causing a gasp to fall from my lips.
Taking his cock, he rubs it through the slickness of my folds, coating himself in the evidence of my desire for him. With every bump of his tip against my sensitive clit, pleasure begins to coil inside me. He continues to tease me, pulling whimpers out of me for what feels like an eternity.
My eyes find his as he lines his cock up my entrance, pausing.
With his gaze trained on mine, he slowly pushes in. I stretch around his thick length as he pushes further. I tense up and squeeze my eyes closed as he reaches that barrier and he halts.
“ Eyes on me. Watch as I claim you.” My eyes shoot open and I clench my teeth as he jerks his hips forward past the resistance, causing me to hiss. Emmett reaches down and swirls his thumb in my arousal, then brings it to my clit and begins to move it in slow, small circles.
“ That's it, baby. Relax for me. You're doing so good.” He soothes as he pushes deeper.
“ Look at you, sweet girl, taking me so well. Look at your cunt swallowing my cock,” He grunts. “ Fuck . Almost there.” The dull ache starts to morph into pleasure as he pushes all the way in, claiming me in a way no one ever has. I’m vaguely aware he didn’t put on a condom, but the pleasure blocks me from caring.
“ Look down, baby. Look down at your needy little pussy stretching and swallowing my cock. Such a good fucking girl taking every inch of me.”
He pulls all the way out until it’s just his tip at my entrance and my cheeks redden when I see the evidence of my virginity running down his cock. He runs his finger along his bloodied shaft before looking up at me, The feral look in his eyes is the only warning I get before he slams into me.
“ So fucking tight,” he moans. His hands grip my hips, hard enough that I’m certain he’ll leave bruises behind. He stares straight into my eyes as the left side of his lip curves up in a smirk, creating a dimple. He pairs his next sentence with a brutal thrust for every word.
“ And all.”
Thrust .
“ Fucking .”
Thrust .
“ Mine .”
Thrust .
He reaches down to continue swirling his thumb on my clit while his mouth attaches to my nipple. A warmth begins in the base of my spine and starts to seep its way throughout my body. With every pump of his hips, suction around my nipple, and the pressure on my clit, I feel myself inching closer to my climax.
I feel him everywhere. Consuming me. The ecstasy he makes me feel is unsettling and foreign, yet I find myself craving it more and more.
“ That’s it, take it. It’s all yours, baby,” he coos around my nipple.
Just as I'm about to tip over the edge of bliss, Emmett withdraws. He removes his mouth from me while releasing my clit and pulling out till it's just the tip inside of me.
“ Tell me you’re mine, Blair . Tell me you’re mine and I'll let you cum.” He growls, slowly pushing back into me. I shake my head and raise my hips to try and bring him deeper.
I hate to admit it, but I have been growing a soft spot for his delusions. However , those words will not leave my mouth. Not yet. I refuse to tell him what he wants to hear. I mean, someone is missing because of his obsession with me. I can't belong to a potential killer.
Judging by how his eyes have narrowed and the way he harshly grips my thighs, I know I’ve pissed him off.
“ You must be confused, Blair . It wasn't a request. I was simply offer ing you the courtesy to do it yourself. Now I have no choice but to pull it out of you.”
With his grip on my thighs, he raises my lower half off the mattress, allowing himself to go deeper. He quickens his pace and latches back onto my nipple, swirling his tongue around and pairing every flick of his tongue with the thrust of his hips.
That blinding pleasure stirs in me once again. Emmett grazes his teeth across my nipple and the sting of the action paired with his intense thrusts builds my desire.
Just as I'm about to explode he pulls out again, causing a needy plea to fall from my lips.
“ Emmett , please don’t stop. Please , please.” He slaps my pussy and I let out a yelp.
“ No . As long as you continue to deny who you belong to, I will deny you your pleasure.” He rams himself back deep inside me and repeats the process. I refuse to let him claim me like I’m an object.
At least, that's what I tell myself until Emmett has continually brought me within arm’s reach of an orgasm and taken it away too many fucking times to count. I'm a trembling mess and my need for release forces me to give in.
“ Okay ! Okay , I'm yours, Emmett . I’m fucking yours. I’m not denying it anymore. Please , please let me cum.” The shaky and needy sound of my own voice shocks me, but I'm too desperate to care.
The unresolved ache between my thighs is the only thing I’m focused on. There’s no way in hell I’m ending my first time like this, but he remains still as if he’s made up his mind. Fucking great. Of course, my begging wasn’t enough for him .
With a renewed look of smugness covering his features, he pushes his shoulders forward while spreading my legs wider, and thrusts. The new position perfectly hits my G spot, causing that addicting sensation to skitter down my spine once again. He leans down and licks up the tears I didn't know were rolling down my cheeks.
Leaning into my ear, he whispers, “ I love it when you cry for me, my little obsession.”
With a relentless pace, he continues to hit my G spot and takes his thumb to my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send me over the edge.
“ Cum for me, Blair . Strangle my cock with this pussy. Let me feel you come undone around me, so I can fill you up like the little cum slut that you are.” He rasps.
Just when I thought his words were enough to send me tumbling over the edge, he takes his hand off of my clit and wraps it around my neck, squeezing gently. Hot pleasure dances across my skin as my whole body tingles and my vision begins to fade. The orgasm that slams into me is like nothing I have ever felt.
Nothing like the ones I’ve given myself. I'm faintly aware of the loud cries that fall from my lips, filling the room. It feels like the out-of-body experience lasts forever until I come back to my senses completely.
“ Fuck ,” I gasp “ Oh my god, Emmett !” I throw my head back as I moan his name.
My chin is pinched between two fingers as Emmett directs my attention back to him.
“ Eyes on me, little obsession. I want you to watch as I fill you up with my cum. ”
He gives one final thrust so deep I feel the slight pain of him hitting my cervix. He starts to pulse inside me as his warm substance floods my insides. “ Thats it baby, you milk my cock so fucking well.”
He pulls out and I feel his cum dripping out of me. Before I can move to clean up, Emmett’s crouching in front of me and using his fingers to scoop his cum up, pushing it back inside me. He pulls out his fingers and brings them to his mouth, licking and sucking our mixture of arousal and my virginity.
“ Mmm ,” he moans, dipping inside of me again. This time he brings his digits to my lips, prompting me to open up. I stare into his eyes and wrap my mouth around them, licking and sucking just as he did before.
He collects the remaining drops and pushes it inside of my pussy.
“ We don’t want to waste any of my cum now, do we baby?” He asks with a gentle tone. “ You are mine, Blair . How does it feel to have my cum coating your insides and my name falling from your lips? Soon , our souls will be so intertwined, you won’t know where I end and you begin. You won’t know anything apart from being mine.”
Emmett stands up and gives me a soft peck on the lips, completely different from the brutal way he just claimed me. He steps back and holds his hand out to me. Taking it in mine, I allow him to pull me up. We make our way over to the bathroom. My heart pounds in my chest uncertain of what’s to come next, but all he does is begin to run a bath.
Once the tub is filled, he walks me over to it and helps me inside. He leans me forward and slides himself in behind me. I allow the heat of the water to envelop me as he wraps his arms around my wa ist and draws me to his chest. My eyes start to flutter shut as I lean my head against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. The sensation of adoration and safety consumes me.
He peppers light kisses across my shoulder and behind my ear while whispering sweet words. My heart starts swelling against its constraints, and I am left without a response to the softness he shows me. We lay in silence for a long time, until the water has chilled and my skin has pruned. We only speak once and that’s when I announce I’m ready to get out.
Emmett steps out and wraps his towel around his waist. Grabbing my hand, he helps me out of the tub and then wraps another towel around my shoulders. We walk back to his room, our wet feet and hair leaving a trail of droplets.
Unsure of what to do, I bend down to collect my clothes as a large hand wraps around mine. He takes them out of my palm and offers another outfit. I take it, unfolding a baggy shirt and sweatpants. His clothing. He’s giving me his clothing to wear.
We make eye contact for a brief second, and I start dressing before he gets the impression that something is wrong. Nothing is wrong. What happened just felt so right, so why do I feel more fucking confused than when I stepped on his doorstep earlier today?
I throw on the shirt and sweats and go to reach for my shoes. He watches as I go to grab them but stops me, " What're you doing? You’re not leaving." His brows furrow as he stares at me.
My cheeks turn pink, I’m embarrassed and unsure of what we’re doing, and don’t want to overstay my welcome. I give him a small smile, and take his once again outstretched hand, and let him pull me into the bed beside him.
He wraps his arms around me and with the heat of his body and the consistent rhythm of his heart, I fall asleep easily. Our souls entwined within each other, just as he said they would be.