Possessive Rich Bully

Chapter 12

Playlist - When You're Gone by Shawn Mendes

Astoria

"Wait," I protested. "I can't drink anymore." I tried to push the shot glass away. I had already burned my throat with a shot of vodka. I couldn't stomach more than one.

It was midnight and I had had my fill of the party. It was wilder than my imagination. It dulled my mood to think even with disguise I couldn't find it in ke to fit in this crowd. They were all very different from me. I was not in the right headspace to mix up with anyone.

Before I could realize what part of this gigantic house I had wandered off, I bumped into a familiar face. Derek Johnson was a senior at school and part of the swim team. To my relief, he thought I was a complete stranger. In fact, I was a stranger to him, because not even my classmates knew me.

He had started off a conversation and led me to the secluded mini bar of the house. In retrospect, he was warm and charming at the beginning, but the more we talked, the more his hands wandered.

I had put on my best clothes, which was a simple dress that sat just a few inches above my knee and had a contrast bow as sleeves. My contacts in place and the blonde wig that I had seen in the pharmacy was neatly clipped on my head so I don't have any accidents.

Derek's fingers touched my arms, then he placed his on my right hip and gave it a light squeeze, tracing his hand on the material of my dress.

I had gently declined him when he first suggested taking a shot, but he was very persistent and had basically shoved the drink down my throat.

"That's it, baby. I'll help you through it."

He stood behind my barstool, essentially trapping me and seizing my chance at escape.

"Please, it's my first time drinking. I can't stomach it."

"Do it for me," he whispered into my ears. His warm breath hit me, making me painfully aware of how worse this situation could possibly become. "The first time is usually unpleasant, but I'll make it good for you."

He nuzzled into my neck and I tried to push him away when he dropped kisses down the length of my throat. Oh, s**t.

"Derek, I don't want this."

"You're so hot. I want to eat you for dessert everyday." He held my face in his tight grip and dropped a kiss on my lips. He more like clamped my lips in his mouth, sucking them dry.

I pushed his face away from mine several times, but his lips wouldn't leave mine. I thought he would indeed end up eating me, but a miracle happened. One moment he was there and the next he was gone.

"What the f**k is wrong with you, dude."

I recognized the voice. Oh, s**t s**t. That was a nightmare disguised in the form of a miracle.

"The girl doesn't want you."

Axel's nonchalant figure had pushed Derek away from me. His back was to me and his front turned to stare down at Derek.

"You don't get to cockblock me, Trent. She's mine so back off." Derek looked visibly riled up.

This could end badly for me in all scenarios. I don't know if Axel had taken a good look at me, but if he turned around and saw who I really was, he would hand me on a platter for Derek to use or he'll do something even worse. I was at his friend's house, no less. This was his arena.

His anger was fine, but his detachment was a tough blow. At the moment, I couldn't handle either so I made a smart decision and fled from the scene.

"Hey, stop," Derek called for me. "You'll pay for it, Trent."

No, no. I don't want Derek to come for me. He had the upper hand at strength and if really wanted to f**k me, then he'll use all of his strength against me.

I was pulled by arm and pressed against a wall, a hand clamped my mouth to muffle down the shriek that left my mouth.

"Do you want to get f****d against your will? If not, then shut the f**k up."

The voice belonged to Chase Henry. He came to my rescue?

Disoriented at the change in situation, I tried to calm down my heavy breathing.

"Where is that b***h?" I heard a very furious Derek yell from somewhere.

I noticed that we were hidden behind the wall of the wine cellar. Chase' back was pressed to my front so he hadn't seen my face. I had seen him and Axel numerous times back at the palace. Chase was one of Axel's closest friends.

"Gone," Axel replied. "Go f**k your girlfriend for a change. I had last seen her trying to jump at my d!ck.

"You'll pay for it, Trent."

Axel sighed, having lost interest in the conversation. "Yeah, I'll be waiting."

I heard the sound of footsteps fade and sighed in relief. I was yet to deal with another catastrophe that was turning its head to be addressed.

The hand lifted off my mouth and I was swiftly turned around. My eyes finally meet Chase Henry's silver orbs. This was the first time where I stood up close to him in my entire life.

His eyebrow shot up as he studied me. "What a warm surprise," he said, an evil smirk morphing on his angel-like face.

I pushed at his chest and resorted for the nearest exit. I ran out to the grand balcony and saw a firewall. The interlocked stairs went straight out to the backyard of the mansion.

There was no way I would face Axel in a vulnerable state. I know that he can be a bully if wanted to be and my ex-boyfriend won't leave a chance to bully me. I had evaded having an encounter with Axel since our breakup. We hadn't exchanged a word since that day and I wanted to keep it that way.

He was bad for me.

As I was about to embark on the flight of stairs, I was suddenly whipped around to come face to face with the person I had been avoiding since I turned fifteen.

Axel Trent stood in front of me.

"What the f**k?!" He snarled through gritted teeth.

Unnerved, I plotted my escape from his clutches. The gust of air hit my cheek and made everything that was going happen very real.

The Axel that stood in front of me was not the same boy that I had fallen madly in love with. Instead this was a man who had me on his hinges. His t shirt emphasized his board muscled shoulders, biceps, pecs, narrow waist and hard abs that could only be achieved with vigorous amount of training,

As he grew up, his features and height developed immaculately. He was on longer the pretty boy, but an attractive man who could easily take anyone's breath away with a mere glance. His six feet tall body towered my own.

Axel's arm curled around my waist, the grip of his fingers tightened around my hips and pulled me into his body while his free hand closed around the back of my neck.

I was left with no room to run or to even breathe without him knowing about it.

His ice blue eyes scorched holes inside my soul. I was pressed against him with brutal force. It was strange to be this close to the person you once loved and feel nothing, but brute contempt radiating from him.

"That was you? You f*****g let that ass kiss you? What the f**k!" He yelled, each word through gritted teeth.

I tried to twist out of his hold, but it was almost impossible. I could feel the outline of his hardened abs, my body was pressed that close to his. My breast mushed to his chest, he left no space between us.

"I didn't let him kiss me. He tried to force himself on me," I said. "The last time I checked, I wouldn't come to you for permission if I wanted to let someone kiss me," I added. "Now, let go of me."

The unbridled pain of heartache that he had caused me over years came running back to me. If possible, I wanted my words to hurt him just like his actions had caused me immense pain.

"Let you go? When you showed up to the lion's den on your own," he scoffed. "You'll have to pay the price first."

"We aren't thirteen anymore," I said through gritted teeth. "You and your bullying doesn't affect me."

Axel's gaze was intensely roaming my body, checking me out before landing on my mouth. I suddenly became aware of the fact that for the first time in my life, I felt consumed with desires. Those desires felt foreign and I realized my eyes mirrored the angry lust that swam in Axel's blue orbs.

My body turned hot. We were indeed not thirteen anymore, because our innocent love was thrown out of the window and was replaced with s****l desires.

His gaze traveled back to my eyes, staring intently at me. "Oh, yeah?" He c****d his eyebrow. "So brave and mouthy. You haven't changed a bit."

"I scratch now too," I challenged.

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warning ⚠️ explicit content ahead.

Playlist - Nightmare by Halsey

Axel

In any corner of the world, there's no way even my peripheral vision wouldn't be able to zero their gaze down off her beautiful head shape. It was imprinted on my mind.

Even with her disguised blonde wig that had initially managed to deceive me, but a closer look of her head, her f*****g long back. I knew it was my favourite girl.

Astoria Emerson.

The moment I made my presence known, she did her best to hide her uneasiness. That bastard's hold on her was long forgotten. she had begun to plot her escape before she fell into my tight clutches.

It's been a few years since we broke up, and since that day Astoria managed to avoid me like plague. I guess, if you're discarded like yesterday's panties you'd ought to distance yourself.

How fitting the entire event was. Astoria's fate was left in my hands. Had my fingers not itched to wrap itself around her slender neck and breathe in her scent, I might've thrown her to the wolves circling around.

But, she was my Astoria. The girl who still had me bewitched, had all the authority over me unbeknownst to her.

Ace was correct about not letting bitches inside your hearts. They'll take it for granted and eventually you'll have no reason to live without them. It had taken me time to understand what he had meant by it, but the moment I understood was the final straw of my relationship with Astoria.

She had me eating right off her palm. I was the lost puppy who finally had an owner too good for his own good.

That was now buried in the past. I had no intention of digging it up again, but who says I couldn't have fun with her. We weren't the same naive kids in love, no more fourteen and certainly not restricted to explore our sexuality.

Back in the day, I couldn't help myself and keep my hands off her. It was damn near impossible for me to not pin her down on her bed, let my mouth and fingers do their work. No, that would've been wrong.

The asshole Derek shot grave draggers my way and it only egged my fury. Who the f**k did he think he was to get his sleazy hands on my f*****g b***h?! I put on a great act of nonchalance and flipped him off. He stomped away and that's when I let my guard off.

Chase shot a look to the terrace and slipped off. I took determined steps, trying to keep my anger in check. It won't do me any good to scare her off before I got what I wanted from her.

Like a blur it all happened. I had her under my wraps, she was at my mercy. I wanted to hate her, but the familiarity of the push and pull that was always evident between us was magnified to a whole different extent.

We were back on my estate. She was doing her best to ignore my presence while like a pest, I kept bugging her until she relented... or maybe started to enjoy my company. We were the strangest combination of friends yet our friendship was the only thing that still mattered.

She mattered a great deal to me. I had not forgotten about it, just did my best to replace it with contempt. It was all useless when our blues were close to drowning into each other's ocean.

The lush red of her painted lips did wonders to my imagination. I envisioned her on her knees on the floor as she sucked my c**k like a good girl. They would look beautiful wrapped around me, especially when my c*m would paint her lips, face, her gorgeous t**s that were presently pressed to my chest.

My fingers dug in her flesh, she shrieked and smacked at my chest to get free of my hold. My c**k throbbed and I began entertaining the idea that had been swimming inside my head.

My mouth ferociously took ownership of her lips, exacting my f*****g well deserved kiss for leaving her alone all these years. I could've been damn near cruel to her, but no, I respected our broken friendship and didn't take a second look at her.

Now, it was time to get my paycheque.

Her lush, delicate lips had a sweet strawberry flavour to it, thanks to her gloss and a taste that was uniquely Astoria. It had been so long since I last tasted her lips. I was delighted to learn that they still molded well with mine.

Momentarily, my hands traveled to the bare skin of her arms, lightly caressing the softness and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

She had stilled in my arms that held her caged. All the brattiness of her words washed away the moment my lips fondled with hers. I secretly wanted her cattiness to make a comeback. She was not weak enough to submit to my demands. That was not the Astoria I had known.

C'mon, scratch now.

With the feral lust that had taken over me, I was focused on getting my fill and for her to fight me on this. It will be more fun and intense.

I broke off the kiss, only to hold her jaw. "I knew it was all talks and no show for you. You don't have the guts to take me on." My eyes kept an unmoving glare.

She just stared at me. I grew annoyed at her lack of response and pushed her rather too roughly. She didn't lose her footing, but looked hurt.

It was me scathingly pissed.

I wanted to grab her and take her to the nearest room and do things that would have me exiled from the coven. She was the root of my emotions, I didn't want to look at her for a second longer.

"Don't show up to places where you'll never belong. I'll make sure you regret it the second time."

With that, I turned on my heels and stormed off the terrace only to find Charlotte with a look of horror on her face.

Oh, f**k. Not this again.

I was going to walk away, but something deeper than darkness stirred in her brown orbs. For the first time, she appeared unbalanced to me. Her eyes danced from me to Astoria's blonde figure.

"That f*****g bitch." She pushed past me, ready to jump on Astoria who was unaware of the entire situation. "I am going to beat her up."

I took hold of Charlotte by her waist and lifted her to meet my gaze.

"f**k," I cursed.

She shoved me hard to get out of hold. I definitely wasn't going to let her paws anywhere near Astoria. I did the next best thing and picked her and had her on my shoulder.

"Axel, you son of a bitch." Her nails dug on my back, her legs damn near hitting my jaw. "I've had enough of your cheating."

"Let's calm down and talk about it."

Once we reached a safe area, I placed her down. Not wanting her to bolt away from me, I took her face in my hands and started peppering kisses all over her face.

I don't what I was thinking kissing Astoria like a f*****g caveman who hadn't seen fresh meet since ages.

"It meant nothing to me, sweetheart." She tried to push past me. "I swear, it didn't."

With the same maniacal depth of her eyes which had only grown to deepened further she spoke,"You must think I am f*****g dumb bimbo. I saw it with eyes that you kissed that bitch."

Her tone seemed off to me and it alarmed me. She was seriously considering harming Astoria.

"Did you see me push her away?"

Her jaw ticked. "That means nothing." Her hands fisted my t-shirt. "I can't share with you anymore. I'll go crazy if you keep doing this to me."

"I had told you since the beginning that I was not going to give you commitment."

"You don't love me?"

"I do love you, but I am stuck with Jenna because of my parents. They want me to date her before I become a debutante."

"So, date me. My father is a money mogul."

"But you're a bastard," I said sharply and she flinched. When she started to pull away, I slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her hips. "It only matters to my father, I don't care about the titles." I kissed her collarbone, then moved to her neck. "Just understand my situation, that's all I am asking of you."

She said nothing.

"On the contrary, I didn't kiss that girl. She jumped me. I pushed her away as soon as I could," I lied, hoping to calm her down. "You know I love you."

I loved her, but I wondered whether it was strong enough to last.

"Who was that girl?" She asked. "Nevermind, I'll check the footage."

Right

"That won't be necessary. I knew who she was. You remember the girl who's always sending me love letters, and chocolates like its f*****g valentine's day? It was her."

I made a mental note to text Chase later. The footage will have to be tampered in case Charlotte actually went through with watching it.

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Two days later...

I read and reread the text over and over.

the girl won't bother you again, xo - char

Even when we were teenagers messing around, Charlotte had a tendency of being controlling which later transpired into harsh possessiveness over the people she cared and loved.

Oftentimes, I had turned a blind eye to her behaviour. I was too engrossed with having fun rather than notice the slight indication of psychotic symptoms that Charlotte showed. A part of me had enjoyed having an ever-ready, enthusiastic partner, but while I was finishing my relief, Charlotte was falling in love with me.

I had grown to care for her, but that was it. I didn't love her enough to return what she was offering me and I should've made myself crystal clear to her from the start, because in her head we were a tormented pair in love who couldn't be together because of societal constraints.

Most of the time, I loved controlling my girls into submission. I've had the time of life with them, demanding them to meet my highs and enjoying their shameful moans, writhing in pleasure at my brute force. With Charlotte, she wanted to be the one to roll the dice. She gave me everything I wanted, but there was a clawing, almost overbearing need in her to have me wrapped around her fingers.

She wanted me to love her. That frightened me, not because I couldn't bring myself to love her, but because my heart still yearned for that one girl who probably hates me.

I had given her a lot of authority over me before and if, I was to pursue her again, there wouldn't be any unwanted stuff like 'feelings involved.'

There was a maddening desire within me that I didn't realize I was capable of, until I had her back in my arms again. The temptation, sick throbbing of my d**k and the utter need to have her trembling beneath me as I pushed into her wet opening was potent.

I had conditioned my head to hate over the years, but my f*****g heart craved his betterhalf. She was mine, either way.

Fuck, I was hard now. An incoming cold shower was on my to-do list.

It was late at night, I had just sent an email to my government teacher, confirming my attendance to Washington. It was a three day trip to the Washington History Museum and other places that our teacher considered were important to understand in depth study of government.

Who cares?

I stripped from my clothes until I was bare from head to toe. My thoughts still engulfed my head as I headed to my secluded outdoor shower area. My house sat on a massive land which stretched all the way to the woods. I had requested my father to build me a bathroom space that let me enjoy the beautiful chill of the green that our land facilitated. It resulted in a state of art, shower room, a marble tub with privacy of a changing room. It was all black marble and black onyx tiles and walls.

No girl had been up here and I liked it that way.

As I stand under the cold stream, my thoughts rivet back to that night. Nearly four years had passed since I broke all ties with her, but she still managed to snake claws inside my head. I should move on with next best thing, but how could I when she was a f*****g beast?

She made me turn me sadistic, cruel, a f*****g bully; on top of it all, I still haven't seen her p***y and had taste of it. I hadn't given her my c*m. That angered me beyond repair.

My thoughts wandered and my hand fisted my hardened c**k that was leaking precum from it. It was all her doing. She deserved to be punished with brute force.

I let the stream fall on me.

I envision her in my head as I pump myself. Her wet breast pushed to my chest as her eyes feasted on my c**k. It was all for her. She smiled sweetly at me as she sank to her knees.

"Open your mouth," I whispered, sharply.

Her smile didn't waver while eyes stared up at me. I was her sole attention and she would complied and shower love to my hardness.

The water turned from cold to scorching hot as my head played the much desired scenario. It was the only place where I had her all to myself.

The wilder my imagination grew, the more liquid oozed out of the tip of my arousal. Astoria didn't utter a word as she concentrated her focus to drive me mad. Her hands held my muscular thighs for support and slowly, like a goddamn tease, her pink tongue dragged over my oozing precum, tasting the want for her.

She moaned, enjoying the taste and she went in again this time, to shower it with her own drool. She opened her mouth while her eyes remained on me, she took the head of my hardness and gave it a proper kiss, sucking it with a pop sound to it.

I fisted her hair and pushed all the way inside her mouth, stretching her throat with the invasion of my c**k. She took in my length as much as she could accommodate without gagging.

I had set the pace for it, thrusting in and out of her mouth, f*****g it. She kept her mouth wide apart and enjoyed every minute as she sucked my c**k. It was all for her. She drove me mad. Her bright blue orbs reflected back the need that I had in mine.

Bloody s**t.

Her hands massaged my balls, giving it the same attention that my c**k was getting from her. Oh, she made me insane. In the midst of my imagination, it was getting tough to get sound other than grunts from my mouth.

Why couldn't this be real? She was perfect in my imagination so why should I continue depriving myself from having her. It was tormenting.

Astoria's mouth is warm, soft and all mine to violate. I would paint her through with my semen. It will be the only taste she'll know. I wanted it to be real.

Finally, letting the torture of my thoughts end, I came with a grunting force. The load of c*m splattered all over the tile floor and the walls. Ending the shower, I grabbed the towel to wipe the water droplets off me not caring of the white spurts of c*m that was left behind me.

I knew what these horny girls did while cleaning my space. That was a treat for them.

I headed to my bedroom, with a clear plan set in motion for the first time. Astoria was going to be mine.

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