CHAPTER FIFTEEN: SAY I OWN YOU

GRACE

After a night of rest, I indeed felt better. I sat upright, holding my head and couldn’t find Hayden. Immediately, he brought me to his room. I fell asleep with him holding me.

A few minutes later, after freshening up, I walked downstairs and was surprised to see Madison.

“Madison,” I called out.

“G, I’m so happy that you are alright,” Madison said, drawing me into her arms. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you, G.”

My eyes got a bit teary. “It wasn’t your fault, Mads.” I moved backwards and finally took a good look at her. “What the hell are you wearing?” I asked, laughing. I pinched the hem of the blue shirt she was wearing. “Who owns it?”

“I lent it to her,” Ryan said, jumping onto the sofa.

“I’m wearing it only because I have no choice,” Madison retorted, rolling her eyes.

“I’m sorry for leaking out your secret, Mads,” I apologized to her, who looked confused, giggling, then turned to Ryan. “I really want to know what you did to Madison, but I swear, she is your biggest fan.”

“Really?” Ryan asked with a smirk.

“Yes,” I nodded.

“I made a mistake by being his fan,” Madison said with a straight face. I could see she was being serious. “From now on, I’m no longer your fan.”

“What’s going on?” Hayden walked into the living room with a plate in his hands. “Breakfast is ready?”

“You. Cook.” I was flabbergasted. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Shocking right?” Ryan says, laughing. “It’s not every day we have the golden boy of the East Dale Ice Hockey team cooking for us.”

Hayden grinned at me. His eyes wicked.

He said, “You look good in that shirt.”

I blushed. “Sorry, I took your shirt from the closet.”

“Don’t feel bad. I approve,” he winked. “You look delicious in my shirt.”

Hayden Fucking Reid winked at me, and it made my tummy do this weird flip. His words were like medicine to my ears. I could feel my pulse quicken.

Breakfast was loud and filled with so much laughter. I forgot all about what happened the other day.

“The students who locked you up have been handed over to the police,” Hayden said as soon as we got into the room.

“I’m so glad you are alright, baby,” he kissed my forehead.

The feel of his warm lips on my forehead made my eyes dilate. I was suddenly aware that it was just the two of us inside the room.

“Mmmmm,” I gasped, my breath coming in low, shallow gasps. My body leaned into his, longing for more.

I looked up at him and saw he was staring at my lips. I pressed my thighs together, unable to help it. This was my stepbrother.

My clit was pulsing like the rest of my body, and desire was making my brain cloudy.

I pushed into his body, my breathing shallow and slow. Everything seemed to slow down.

“You don’t know how much I desire to kiss you,” Hayden whispered, our noses touching.

“Then kiss me,” I said, almost out of breath.

Maybe I may regret it later, but right now, I needed him with every fibre of my being.

I didn’t know whose lips met first; however, we were kissing, and I was floating. It was so intense that tears flowed out of my eyes.

Just the wet sounds of tongues dancing together filled the room. Hayden placed a hand on my neck, drawing me closer. I grabbed his neck, receiving every worship.

“Hey!” I gasped as I was lifted. I was breathing harshly as my breath was stolen from me. I wrapped my hand around his neck, sucking his tongue.

“Angel,” Hayden whispered, placing me on the table.

He pushed both my hands against the wall. My skin was crawling, and my heart was about to leap out of my skin.

A large hand fell on my bare thigh. The touch was so possessive that my skin erupted in a wild heat. His hands sneaked up my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Hmmmm,” I moaned, as his fingers curled against my knickers and a whimper escaped me.

“You’re soaking wet for me, Angel.”

Hayden’s fingers glided against my folds, tracing my lips. I pushed my legs close, but his strong hands pried them open, forcing my legs apart.

“No,” my voice broke, and I couldn’t help the tears that filled my eyes.

He pushed a finger beneath my underwear and thrust it deep inside.

My body bucked at the invasion. Pain and pleasure filled my bones.

“Say you’ll be mine, Angel.”

I looked at him and shook my head, refusing to admit to the truth.

“Say I own you.”

His voice dropped lower, demanding, dangerous, mixed with something I’ve never heard in Hayden before.

I should be scared at the moment, but it sent a thrill down my spine, my pussy getting wetter.

“Say it,” he said. It sounded more like begging or pleading.

Hayden held my hands together with one hand, and the other worked deep inside my body, rubbing, touching every part of my pussy, eliciting a sweet sensation.

He withdrew the finger, bringing it to my lips.

“Taste yourself, Angel.” He pushed the finger into my lips briefly before sucking it into his mouth. “You taste delicious.”

He pushed back the finger, adding another finger and drove deep. His eyes never left mine.

My breath came out in shattered exhales as an ache built between my legs.

Hayden released my hands, and his hand tightened around my neck. “I can feel it. You want to come.”

Heat rushed to my face, and I almost died of embarrassment. “Just one word.” His eyes held promises and his fingers quickened.

I moved upwards, grinding into him.

“I’m yours,” I moaned.

Instantly, I shattered. A shrill scream left my throat as my body let go. All the pent-up frustration and buildup broke into pieces.

I grabbed his shoulder for support, biting into his neck.

Hayden picked me up from the table and took me into the bathroom. He placed me on my feet, switching on the shower.