Taken

[3] Embarass Me Baby

Justine

I groan, feeling groggy and roll around on the soft bed.

Stupid fucking guy drugged me... AGAIN!

How long before I go brain dead?

I moan out loud, sitting up. I jump back a little as the guy from earlier is sitting in a chair staring at me. I frown a little.

So he was just watching me? Creepy.

I open my mouth to speak, but he puts his hand up and shake his head.

"Nah, we need to get shit clear first. You don't talk unless spoken to. Understand?" I stare at him confused and he narrows his eyes, getting up from his chair slowly. He stalks towards me and I nod quickly. He stops and and smiles tightly.

"Good girl. You're learning already." I glare at at him and he widens his eyes.

"Don't give me attitude and disrespectful looks. That only results in you getting hurt. You ready for your instructions?" I nod quickly, not wanting him to come any closer.

He seems the scariest of them all, that Isaiah dude is next on the scale.

He sits back down in his chair and sighs.

"You will clean every and anything any of the guys and me ask you to clean. You will only speak when spoken too, you will wear what we provide you with, you will eat when we eat or say otherwise and you will always answer when you're called. No hesitations. Understand?" I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. He smirks.

"Good. Now, what's your name?" I frown and my smart ass mouth kicks in.

"You take me, but don't know my name? That's something." I instantly regret it as I say it. His eyes grow dark as he slowly gets up. I widen my eyes, scooting back on the bed and he follows me. He climbs on the bed and crawls up to me and over me, hovering above my face.

"I live with four dangerous niggas, I already have enough problems with them, don't give me more by having a smart ass mouth. Now, what's your name?" I breathe through my nose as his face is uncomfortably close to mine. I stare into his eyes and get stuck.

They are so dark, like he has hidden secrets in them, or pain.

I try to look away, but I can't. I'm stuck with fear, he scares me. He really scares me. My breath gets caught as he narrows his eyes, sitting up, pulling me up with him by my arm. I wince from his tight grip and he stands from the bed, pulling me up too. He sets me on my feet and lets go, walking around me slowly.

"What is your name? I'm trying to be nice here. I get that you're scared, but all I want to know is your name. That's not a crime." His breath tickled my ear as he stops to whisper it from behind me. I close my eyes briefly and he growls in my other ear.

"You know you're a quiet girl, but very frustrating . I didn't think it'd be this difficult to get you to talk. Just open your mouth and let the words out, baby." Me being boy repellent, I'm not use to their nicknames for girls, so I blush on cue as he calls me baby. He noticed quickly and smiles deviously.

"Ahh, there we go. You're the innocent girl, you've never had a conversation with a guy for more than twenty seconds, right baby?" My face heats up hotter and I curse myself for being awkward with guys. He chuckles quietly and runs his hand through my curls. I flinch and he coos to me.

"Don't be afraid of a little contact. I guess I'll have to embarrass you to get the information out of you?" I widen my eyes and he laughs.

"You're a virgin, right?"

Not this subject...

He narrows his eyes at me and runs his hand down my thigh. I almost jump out of my shoes at the contact and he smirks.

"Definitely a virgin." I breathe angrily and his eyes have a hint of humor in them. Suddenly, he pulls me to him and we're close together, so close I can feel his heartbeat, and my eyes are staring at his chest. I can see a little through his jacket and he's not wearing a shirt underneath. His skin is covered in ink and I widen my eyes at them.

Guys with tattoos are scary. If they can tolerate pain, they can definitely give it.

My face is on fire and he chuckles, sending the sound through his chest, directly to me. One of his hands wrap around my waist and the other tangles in my hair. He seats us side to side and I notice my breathing speeding up.

"Mm, isn't this just nice. Us so close together, this would be a nicer moment if I knew your name." I swallow hard as his one hand grips my waist tighter and the other pulls my head back to look at him. I gasp from his forcefulness and his eyes are a light brown. He leans down and I nearly faint.

Me, Justine Skyers, does not ever come into contact with anyone this close.

I can feel his minty breath hitting my lips and he whispers so softly, I can barely hear him as I can feel my heartbeat in my ears.

"Come on baby. Tell me your name and I'll tell you mine." I am burning with embarrassment right now.

That's it, I can't deal with him being this close anymore and I doubt I'll be able to push him away. I'm caving.

"J-Justine..." I stutter out quickly and he smiles softly at me.

"Justine... I'm X." I don't even get to react, cause he grabs my face and closes the space between us by placing his lips on mine.

I'm hungry, tired, cold and this fucking X guy is seriously embarrassing me.

And to make matters even worse...

I've never kissed anyone before.

jay-the-girl
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