The Bad Boy's Possession

A/N: Before you begin this story, I would advise all of you to always read the author's notes. They will often contain fun facts about the story, the characters, and me. This book INCLUDES the first book as well as the sequel. Thank you for reading. "Ace..." I whispered, feeling my breath hitch, as goosebumps covered my skin. "Hmm," he replied, burying his face into the crook of my neck, as he took a deep breath. He sighed in content, his hands moving up and down my waist, as I closed my eyes shut. I cursed myself for wearing a crop top, as his touch against my bare skin sent sparks of electricity through my body, making me gulp and curl my toes. "Someone... Someone will see us," I managed to squeak out, trying to push at his hands. He took my wrists and pinned them to the wall on either side of me, leaving me helpless. And agitated. "And?" He asked, pulling away to look me in the eye. I bit my lip, being able to hear my own heart beat and feeling his hot breath against my lips. The little light that seeped inside the janitor's closet accentuated his eyes and lips, casting dark shadows under his cheekbones. It made him look even hotter than he already was. And it made me even more nervous, than I already was. "We'll get expelled," I replied, even as he made it incredibly hard for me to speak. His eyes flickered to my lips momentarily, before he gave me a small smile. "No one is expelling us, Ava. And when I'm this close to you," he whispered, leaning in even closer, making me purse my lips, "getting expelled should be the least of your worries." A shiver went down my spine at his words, and I gulped again, blinking at him. My chest heaved up and down as I found it hard to breathe, and I moved my wrists, trying to get them free. "Wh-why have you pulled me in here? What do you want?" I asked, frowning at him. I would be lying if I said I was not slightly excited by our position. But I'd also be lying if I said I was not afraid of what would happen next. "You, obviously," he replied, nudging his nose against mine. "This is to remind you who you belong to, Ava. Don't forget that for even a second. I don't like it when that jerk touches you," he said through a clenched jaw. "You're being irrational, Ace. What are you planning to do to me?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "You sure you wanna know?" His voice was dangerously low, making me suck in a breath. He let go of one of my hands, and cupped my cheek, his fingers slowly caressing my skin. "Ye-yes." "Okay then. Don't blame me for what's about to happen," he smirked. His other hand snaked around my hips, and he pulled me off the ground, making me gasp as I wrapped my legs around his waist. "I will take you right here, Ava. Pinned against the wall, with your beautiful body pressed against mine. You'll be screaming by the end of it, but no one will hear you, because I won't let them. Your voice will be muffled by my mouth, and you'll be completely at my mercy... Just like you are every night," he whispered. - - - - - - After losing her family in an accident, Ava Clayton shifts to Hillcrest, hoping to start a new life. New town, new school, new friends. Everything would become normal. Or so she hoped. The very first day, she catches the eye of the bullies of Hillcrest High School, who call themselves the 'Wolves', and when they decide to make Ava their new target, she realizes why it was so important to steer clear of them. So what happens when Ava not only challenges their authority, but also ends up slapping the leader of their group - the sexy bad boy every girl in Hillcrest High dreams of dating? Of course, Ace Argent wants revenge, and he decides the best way to get it is by shifting to her dorm room, as her new roommate. He aims to make her life hell, to drive her back to wherever she came from, but little does he know, the naive, fragile girl is much more stubborn than he anticipated. When secrets are uncovered, and pasts catch up, Ava realizes the impossible: the bad boy has a heart, and she may have, unknowingly, stolen it. But his love comes with a price. Ace Argent is possessive. And she is his new belonging.