7-Eleven [Lashton AU]

Chapter 32

Dedication: fxckinstylinsonx [for the German translation (: ]

*Ashton's POV*

"You got away from me once. I'm not letting you escape me again."

My entire face paled and I felt myself tense. One way or another, he's going to get me to tell him the truth, but I was determined to find some sort of way out.

Luke leaned down and his face was so close to my ear, I could feel his breath. I turned my head slightly away from him as he lowly whispered, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. "

"A-Are you going to turn me in?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

Luke thought for a moment. "I could do that," he said and fear made my heart stop before it started pounding harder.

I was about to protest, but I was cut off by his next words.

He smirked almost deviously. "But I would much rather turn you on."

"Luke, please don't-"

He cut me off when he leaned closer to me and placed his mouth onto my neck. I tried every way to push him off, but I ended up thrusting upwards, rubbing against him, and involuntary moaning. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to keep any more noises from escaping as he nibbled at my skin.

I whimpered as I was still attempting to move my hands from underneath Luke. I managed to get one out, but the force I used was so strong I punched the top of Luke's head.

"Ow!" he yelped, pulling back and grabbing where I had hit him. He also fell off the couch, his body colliding with the floor and also the table. The wooden table started to shake and the vase fell onto its side, rolling onto the floor and breaking into pieces.

I winced at the crashing sound and even Luke seemed alert of what just happened.

"Shit, did I do that?" he exclaimed, sounding frantic as he jumped onto his feet and looking down at the broken vase. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to break anything! I was- wait a minute. That was the real thing from the museum, wasn't it?"

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Luke and I were now sitting as far away from each other as possible on the couch and his face was buried in his hands. I'd glance over at him every few seconds, but each time he'd still be in the same position as I last saw him.

I think he's mad at me, but he won't leave. I guess he's still trying to process everything, from the fact that I'm a thief to the fact that almost everything he knew about me was a lie.

The mess of broken vase parts were still left on the ground, untouched. I didn't want to make any movements, because I was afraid Luke would start talking. But I didn't want to stay in the same room as he, because what if he does end up saying something? I don't want to hear anything from him at all. If I wasn't so damn careless, he wouldn't be here and he wouldn't know of my secret that I've kept well hidden for two years.

I heard him sigh and I stiffened as he leaned against the couch, his face completely expressionless, no emotions whatsoever. I cowered into the armrest on my side, slowly bringing my knees up to my chest as I hid half of my face into them, like it was going to hide me from Luke.

"So," he finally said without looking at me and I could feel all blood drain from my face, nervous for what's to be said next. "You steal stuff." When he finally turned his head, I stiffened some more, though I thought I couldn't do any more of that. "Wouldn't have expected that from someone like you."

"Please don't turn me in!" I begged as I lunged myself at Luke who was taken aback by my action. "The FBI have been after me for two years and only God knows what my punishment's gonna be!"