Seven

He is leaning against the closed door obviously blocking my way out. How did he get in here? I didn't hear him climb the stairs let alone come in.

"What are you doing here?" His voice is calm.

"No..noth…nothing" I stammered and quickly god the camera behind my back but it was too late as he already saw it.

"Oh!" His eyes widened In recognition as he took in the scene before him "Give it to me" he extended his palms out towards me.

I start to bypass him but it's of no use as he had already shut the door. I stood incredibly close to him as I inhaled the smell of freshness from him. I've never been this close to him. Never. It has always been him intimidating me and me running away. But that had stopped. I made that clear weeks ago that he couldn't triumph over my weakness again. Plus, I've already decided that I'll stop being a victim to his unjust war.

I tightened my trip around it "No" I said firmly. He can do what he likes all I care.

He takes a step closer and I take one back. "Just give it already"

"No" I stood my ground.

"I won't repeat myself, give it to me rocks"

I also said at the same time as he" I won't repeat myself, NO" saying the no part very loudly. If he's down for business, so am I. Two can play this game.

Then he did something unexpected. Something I wasn't expecting. He twisted my arm and I pushed him back to the door bringing the hand and clutching the camera right to my chest.

When I think Xavier Juan has no boundaries, well it's because I don't know of Ryder. He advanced towards me and I step backwards once again giving me the opportunity to put it in my bra. Now he'll have to back off. Triumph I smiled, pulling out my tongue at him.

He laughed loudly, almost wickedly.

"So you think that will stop me?" He smirked. His eyes glint with something unreadable.

His hand reached my top and started to pull at it. One of the sleeves fell off my arm leaving my right shoulder bare. Exposed. I stood there with parted lips too shocked and not knowing what to do. I watched as he struggled to pull my top apart but it won't come undone unless he starts from the bottom. But Ryder doesn't know this. He seemed to figure it out later and I felt his finger reach my stomach. I flinch at the touch. What am I doing?

"What are you doing?"

He jerked his head to face me. "Retrieving your camera. Or will you give it while I'm still nice?"

What? No!

"Never!" I shook my head in negativity.

He continued working his way up my top until his hand reached my breast. His hand brushed over and I felt my nipples hardened over the little sensation. It's not the time to get turned on. I tried to struggle but it's almost impossible to move as his grip on me went tight. He continued his routine tracing his hand over my bare skin and I whimpered under his touch.

"Wait!..." I said and he stopped jerking his head forward to look at me.

"I'll give you the camera"

The smirk on his face tells him I've pushed the wrong button.

"That was before… now I found something better to do"

He grabbed the camera out of my bra and tossed it on his bed. He pulled the top and over my head leaving me alone in my bra. He gripped both of my hands and placed them on the wall above me, caging me.

He reached for the lace of my bra, his hand tracing along its strap. My back arches in defeat and I pushed my chest forward, my breast poking his face. His finger moved to circle my nipples, rotating it In a circular motion, while it hardened under his touch. I made a muffled sound, barely audible for ears to hear and I quickly clip my mouth shut.

"What do you want?" I asked in a voice I barely recognized as my own. He pinches my nipple through my bra, and I bite my lower lip so hard that I taste blood. I’m all flushed, sweaty, and sticky. It kills me that I’m allowing him to have this effect on me.

His touch is bruising, uncomfortable even, but there’s a flash of something going through me that I can’t identify. It feels so surreal that I want him to continue. His hand never leaves my body.

No one has ever touched me this way before, and I hate that Aiden King is the first to invade my body.

Just like they had come, he dropped his hands.

"You should go back to your room, Rocks." He said and had one of those unreadable expressions on.

"What?"

He bent down and picked up my clothes for me. "Go out" he basically pushed me towards the door. I stood there not knowing what to do.

"As for this" he pointed at my old camera, "Don't think about getting it back because you're not"

Annoyed, I went out of his bedroom and shut the door loudly. Jerk.

I reached my room and shut the door behind me. What just happened in the Ryder room. I'm sure he meant to torture me but why did I get so turned on like that.

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The next few days that followed, Ryder ignored me as usual. But I could say I was the one avoiding him.

"Shit" muttered as I tried to turn on the shower but it suddenly won't. What the hell is wrong with this thing? What happened to it? It's Saturday morning and I planned on meeting with Lexi. It felt like forever since we last hung out and picked clothes for our parents' engagement party tonight. Recently it felt as if my schedule had been turned upside down since we moved in here. I get to see more of Ryder's face and less of my mom. Apart from the moments I bury myself in my book others have been… I don't really know because I couldn't keep track of what I've been doing. Ryder does whatever he wants with his life and he has girls over almost Every Time. I'm sure with his cocky and arrogant attitude he has been in the pants of almost all the girls at Evergreen high.

Remembering there's a bathroom down the hall just a few rooms above Ryder's and my bedroom, I sprinter out for it. Perhaps the shower there would work. Passing by Ryder's bedroom I see it is still dim there, good. opened the bathroom door and jumped at the sight of Ryder wiping his wet body down from the shower. Steam and the smell of men’s body wash filled the air. For some God forsaken reason, instead of running out, I stood still. And even more disturbing, instead of covering himself with the towel, he let it fall nonchalantly to the floor and released his thick and long cock .

My eyes were now glued to his cock for a few seconds before I let my gaze travel up to his inked torso and then to the full sleeve tattoo on his left arm. His chest was dripping with water. His left nipple was pierced.By the time my eyes landed on his face, they were met with an evil smirk. I tried to speak, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Clutching my towel tightly and gripping my shampoo with the other free hand.

" Sorry… I.. didn't… know you'd be here" I stutter. I fought really hard and later won. I year my face away from him finally.

"I'll come back later" I started to walk away but his voice stopped me.

“There’s really no need in shying away, you should probably leave and let me finish getting dressed.”

I shook my head in disbelief and slammed the door

shut behind me. My legs were shaking as I fled to my room.

What just happened?

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