Papillon

Chapter 12: No One Else

Bella

The second my lips crashed on his, he let out an agonized growl. It wasn't soft or gentle like a first kiss should be. Rather, it was furious and demanding. His lips parted as if to say something, but I used the opening to slip my tongue inside and taste all of him. Every single inch of the quiet mouth that hardly spoke but seemed to know everything. 

As much as I was getting high off this, it was seemingly one sided. While I was borderline mauling him with my tongue and mouth, he was barely giving me anything and it pissed me the fuck off.

Furious, I pulled away to glare at him but was suddenly scared when I saw the darkened look in his eyes. Every single muscle in his face was tight and constrained as if me kissing him was a painful experience. My blood boiled into my ears, and I was so close to blowing up. 

Why was I so fucking trivial to him?

"Fuck you," I hissed, getting up and throwing the empty, greasy carton in his lap.

"Bella," he clipped, but I was already out the door, storming to... I guess, his fucking car because where else was I going to go? "Bella," his voice followed me out, sounding urgent.

"Take me to Damon's," I pleaded, trying not to let the tears escape my eyes. 

I never made a move, never was the first one to try something, never been rejected so very badly. And yet, here I was, storming away from the guy who never gave me any kind of attention, even though he was the only person from whom I wanted it all. All I wanted now was to get as far away as humanly possible from the sting.

Suddenly though, I was whirled around, and my back was pressed against the tinted windows of the Mercedes. Francis' entire body covered my front and his heat radiated off him. After multiple unsuccessful attempts to push him off me, he shackled both my wrists in his hands and brought them to either side, pushing against the body of the car.

"Calm down," he ordered.

"I hate you."

"Didn't seem like it a moment ago."

Oh my fucking god, I was going to kill him. Of this, I was sure. But before I could do exactly that, he grasped my throat with one hand and tilted my face up to look at him. Words were always failing me around Francis Duval but at this moment, I was equal parts angry, turned on, and intimidated. What a fucking mess.

He held my stare for a moment before pressing his face into my neck, sending shivers down my entire body. A ragged breath cascaded down my collarbones. He was still hardly touching me, but my entire body was on fire.

"You want to know why I don't look at you? Why I don't touch you?"

I shook my head, afraid of yet another rejection. Of course, he didn't give a fuck what I wanted.

"Because if I did, no one else ever will," he growled against my skin.

A low moan rose from my throat as he pressed his lips behind my ear, apparently an erogenous zone because my entire body lit up like a Christmas tree. Trailing from my ear to my neck, he kissed and sucked at his leisure and dropped my wrists, knowing damn well I wasn't going anywhere now. His hand found purchase at the back of my neck and fisted it, tugging it back to allow himself more access to my entire throat. In response, I thrusted my hips forward in a desperate, silent plea.

"What happened to loathing my existence with every fiber of your being, Bella?" 

"Fuck you."

"Is that what you want?" He nipped at my jaw punishingly.

Something like a whimper escaped me, but it really was fruitless when all I craved was his hands all over me.