Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 47: Bad little pet

Chapter 47: Bad little pet

Chapter forty seven

**Oliver West**

My face burned as I recalled that humiliating day, wasn’t he the one who ruined my clothes?

"I didn’t like it." He continued in the same dark frightening voice as his hands came up to brace against the lockers on either side of my head, caging me in.

"I didn’t like the way people looked at you. Did that bastard tell you to wear that?"

Bastard?

Who... William?

I opened my mouth to defend my best friend, but the unmistakable jealousy in his voice was raw, almost violent in its intensity. And scaring the hell out of me.

Why was he acting like this?

Like he was my... boyfriend for real?!

Heath’s words flashed in my mind spreading dread through my heart like crawling webs.

I was used to Kieran’s hate. I couldn’t handle it, but it was what I’ve known.

But this...

I can’t. I really can’t. It was simply too much for everything within me to process.

He turned away from me briefly and I watched him reach into his locker with one hand, never taking his eyes off me, as he pulled out a baggy jersey and shorts.

Both had his name written on them in bold black letters.

"You will wear these instead."

He wasn’t even asking, his tone was final like I had no say in my fate.

I stared at the clothes like they were venomous snakes when he dumped them on my head. "I’m not wearing your clothes." I could smell the soapy scent that told me it was fresh from laundry, but still...

Something flickered in his eyes, as though he was displeased by my refusal "Yes, you are."

"No, I’m not. That’s... that’s weird and..."

"So you will expose your body again?"

I wanted to tell him that I have my normal gym clothes which were clean, but why should I?

Why was he keeping me trapped like he owned me? I didn’t want to explain anything to him.

"Even if I want to go about naked, what’s it to you...? You don’t dictate everything in my lif..." The words barely left my mouth, I yelped as fingers grasped my shoulders, forcefully turning me around so that my forehead banged against the locker.

"Kieran!"

The sharp crack of his hand against my backside cut off my words and sent a jolt of shock through my entire body. The pain followed next.

"I’ve been holding myself back," he said, his voice rough as his fingers clenched on my butt cheek, making me shriek from both pain and terror.

No. This couldn’t be happening. It was worse than any nightmare I’ve ever had about him.

"You keep pushing me. You keep making me lose control."

He was too close. His chest was pressed against my back so much that I could feel his radiant heat, his cologne and peculiar scent , and he leaned closer still. Until I felt his breath on my neck seconds before his lips replaced it. My spine stiffened from the feel of his mouth so intimate.

Before I could process what was happening, his teeth clamped on my flesh, and he tugged.

I screamed when I felt his warm moist tongue, but it was muffled by my shock.

This was a dream. RIGHT???!!

Someone wake me up!!! Please, anyone.

Kieran was sucking my neck!!!

And he wasn’t being gentle about it, his lips were hot and consuming.

Desperate, like he was trying to devour me whole.

One hand fisted in my hair and then he bit down. Hard.

Another sharp cry tore out of me, but he turned my head towards him, kissing the corners of my lips where his mouth could reach.

I could taste his desperation, his possessiveness, his need to own every part of me.

This was wrong. Too wrong.

When he finally pulled away, I was gasping, my head spinning, my knees threatening to give out completely.

I glared at him still trying to process everything, my neck hurt from his bite. Was he a vampire or something? Kieran glared back at me with the same intensity, like he had every right to be angry at me.

"You’ll talk to Heath and smile at him," he said, his voice hoarse, "but you won’t even look at me properly?"

Yeah, because it had everything to do with the fact that he was behaving like a lunatic and he’d been the one who made my life hell for eight years!! He knew this better than me.

"Are you not going to talk to me now? Hmm?" His eyes gleamed with his taunts.

What the hell did he want me to say?

"Stop this prank of yours Kieran, people will actually misunderstand–"

"People? Or that special friend of yours? You’re worried about something as simple as this when I’m just getting started?" His expression turned even more terrifyingly sour.

"G-Getting started??

Oh god. Someone get me out of here.

"Do well to let him know that I did this,"

I didn’t get to respond when he shoved me again, and another sharp smack landed on my ass.

I choked and cried out from the pain. " What the hell, Kieran! Stop h-hitting me!"

I wasn’t some kid. Everything was not normal about this new approach to his punishment.

"Tell him that I whooped your ass because it’s mine, and you shouldn’t have used it to sit in his crappy vehicle " His hand suddenly gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his burning gaze. "If I ever see you getting into his car again, for whatever reason" he voice was deadly quiet, "I’m going to kill both of you. And I’ll make his torture more painful,"

The threat hung in the air between us like a blade. Another stinging slap made me gasp, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"Do you understand me?" His grip on my jaw tightened.

"I u-understand!" I cried out, my voice cracking with tears.

One final slap, harder than the others, had me sniffling back tears that I refused to let fall. But it fell anyway. Kieran simply rolled his eyes, like I was some disobedient kid he just corrected.

"Change. Now."

My face was on fire with embarrassment and pain, but my trembling hands held his clothes anyway.

I started to pull off my shirt with shaking fingers, with my back turned to him when I felt his hands settle on my lower back down to my ass. I yelped at his firm squeeze, wiggling away from him until his other hand clamped around my waist.

"What are you doing? Stop this now. All of it! I’m begging you, This is not you!"

"Did you ever truly know me Ollie?" His expression was mocking, almost amused by my frantic cries. What did he even mean by that?

My question vanished when the tip of his fingers dug into the crack of my butt "I’m just massaging the pain away. I’m caring for you pet, you’re even crying, does it hurt that much?"

"Fuck you!" My teeth clenched around my lip, I seriously wanted to punch his face, but I doubted that would end well. Or maybe I was just a coward.