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My Bully's Love

We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella." Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?
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Chapter 6

I've just finished supper with my family when I excuse myself. I hurry to my room and glance out my window to see if Jace is home. His black jeep is parked in the driveway, so I pick up my cell and type out a quick text.

ME: Can we talk?

Hitting send, I wait. I get nothing back for at least ten minutes, and just when I think he's going to ignore me, my phone pings.

JP: Why would I want to talk to you?

ME: Please, it's important!

JP: What's in it for me?

Seriously? What a douche bag! I sit back, biting my lower lip while I think about what to say. My phone pings again.

JP: I don't have all night, Ella. Some of us have a life you know!

ME: Ok.I'm thinking!

JP: Did you just yell at me?

Oh shoot! What was I thinking?!

ME: No, I promise!

JP: Yelling & lying to me, tsk tsk, You're in for it tomorrow.

ME: Please, Jace.I'm sorry!

JP: Oh, you're going to be sorry! Now, what did you want?

ME: Can we meet up for a minute? It's about my sister.

JP: Fine. Come over, but hurry, I have to be somewhere.

ME: Ok, thanks.

He doesn't bother to respond back, so I quickly jump from my bed and hurry downstairs. There isn't anybody around as I head straight for the door, and I'm thankful for thank, because then I'd have to tell them where I'm going. The last thing I need is my mom telling me to invite Jace over. She used to think of him as a second son and was sad when he stopped coming over.

As I step out the door, I stop for a moment. I'm about to enter my bully's home, what am I thinking? I glance over and see that their garage door is open, and that Mrs. Palmer's car is parked in it. I sigh in relief, I should be safe with his mom home, so I quicken my steps, so he doesn't get angry at me for taking too long.

I press the doorbell and wait. My heartbeat quickens when the door opens and I see Jace standing there, shirtless. He's holding a shirt in his hand, so I must have caught him as he was finishing up getting dressed. He glances up and down the street and then nods for me to come in. Is he embarrassed to have me in his house?

My eyes are still on his bare chest when his hardened voice gets my attention, "What the fuck do you need to talk to me about?" I almost frown when he slides his shirt over his head but cover it up right away.

"Um, my sister told me that you invited her to your party."

"Yeah, so."

"What do you plan on doing to her?"

"I don't think that is any of your business. Your sister is a big girl." He smirks and winks at me as he bites his lower lip. He wants me to know that his intentions are bad without actually coming out and saying so.

"Please, Jace. You can do whatever you want to me, but please, leave Elise alone. She's innocent. She doesn't even know what you do to me every day." I plead with both my words and my eyes, but all it does is make him smirk more.

"And what is it that I do to you every day, Ella?"

"You know what you do, Jace." I whisper and dip my eyes to the floor.

"Look at me when we are talking!" He growls, waiting until I'm looking straight in his eyes, "Now, tell me what I do to you."

"Jace I." What does he want me to say? He knows exactly what he does to me day in and day out.

All of a sudden, I'm pinned up against the front door with his hand on my throat. He's not cutting off all my air, but he's making it harder for me to breathe. My hands instantly go to his one hand at my neck, and I try to pull it off, but it doesn't budge. He steps up close to where I can feel his breath on my face when he talks.

"What's the matter, Ella? Are you afraid that I will hurt you?"

"Please." I gasp.

He dips his head into the crook of my shoulder and inhales deeply, "Mm, you smell so good. I would love nothing more than to tie you down and taste every inch of you," he pulls back, "but then, I guess you're used to having guys taste you, aren't you?"

 I stare at him in confusion, "No, I."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" His eyes peruse my body before they meet my own once more, "Maybe it's time that I get my turn, though. Huh, Ella, what do you say to that?" His hand loosens a little bit, "I will make sure your baby sister is safe while at my party as long as you promise to obey me in everything."

"YES! I p-promise!"

"I mean it Ella. You do everything I say, no matter what, no matter when, no matter where. If you go back on your promise, not only will you be severely punished, but I will punish Elise as well, and then let my friends have their fun with her." He grins evilly, "Toby and Brandon have been dying to tag team her since the first day of school. Lucky for you, I've protected her from them, and every other male in this school."

Oh my God, he has gone completely crazy! The Jace I knew is long gone, and in his place is this sick pervert that loves to power trip. What do I say to his offer? If I don't agree, then who knows what will happen to Elise at his party, but if I agree.? I know I shouldn't, I should run far away and never look back, but when he stares deep into my eyes, it doesn't matter what kind of monster he is, my body and my heart will still want him. My heart remembers and still loves the friend and the boy that he used to be, but my body is screaming for the monster he's turned into. His words and the way he hurts me sometimes, fills me with a need that only he can fulfill.

Before I realize what I'm doing, I'm nodding, "Okay Jace, it's a deal."

His smirk drops from his face. He must have thought I would turn him down.

He scoffs, "Are you that much of a horny slut that you would allow someone to do whatever they want to you?" A look of disgust crosses his face, and he drops his hand from my neck.

"No, but I will do whatever it takes to protect my sister. Even if it means selling my soul to the devil himself." I'm leaning against the door with my hand against my throat.

"Maybe I should take you to my room and teach you how not to talk to me," He steps back into my space and with one hand beside my head, I feel his other hand snake between my thighs, "Or just teach you right hear."

"Jace, your mom may see!" I squeal and try to shove his hand away.

"Shut it, Ella! Mom isn't home, we are all alone. Don't ever try shoving my hand away when I touch you." He glares down at me as he starts pulling away again, "You're already breaking your promise. The party should be real fun."

I grab his wrist, "No, I'm sorry! I just thought your mom was home." I then put my hands to my sides, allowing him to feel me up once more.

His hand doesn't go back to where it was before, though. Instead, he brings it up and softly runs circles around my nipple through my shirt. I feel it stiffen, and it takes all I have not to moan. He brings his face closer to mine, staring into my eyes the whole time.

"Don't tell anyone about our little arrangement. It's our little secret, Ella." He waits until I nod my head in understanding, and just when I think he's going to kiss me, he bites down on my lower lip at the same time he pinches my nipple between his fingers. I bite my tongue, so I don't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream, "Oh, I think I've found myself a little pain slut." I whimper, "We are going to have lots of fun together, Ella. I want you in the Art room during last period tomorrow."

"O-Okay Jace." I'm trying to concentrate on everything he is saying, but my nipple is still caught between his fingers.

He glances down at his hand and then slowly let's go. I feel all the blood flow back into my nipple, and I have to close my eyes and bite my tongue once again because of the pain that comes with the release. Stepping away from me once more, he opens the door, indicating that I need to leave. I step over the threshold, but his voice stops me, and I look over my shoulder at him.

"Remember, Art room...last period. Oh, and don't forget, this is our little secret." He closes the door before I can respond back.

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