Chapter 15
Jasmine's POV
"What the hell are you doing here, Hardin?" I whisper yelled, looking outside the door of my room to be sure no one was coming up before I closed the door and rested against it.
"I give you a couple of days of peace and you're back to having a smart ass mouth, Jasmine. Well, the talk about the mice starting to play when the cat's away is quite useful in this situation or don't you think so?"
He rose to his feet and walked towards where I stood, stopping mere inches away from me and when he looked down at me with a devious smirk, my heart skipped and panic made me move away from him.
That was a mistake because immediately I moved away from the door, he locked it and pocketed the keys, grinning mischievously and my eyes widened.
"Not so smart, are you now, Jasmine. You are playing right into my hands, right where I want you, cowering and shaking."
"What the hell do you want from me, Hardin? A thank you?"
The smile wiped off his face and he wrapped a hand around my neck, pulling me flush against him as he looked directly into my eyes.
"A thank you? Why the fuck do I need a thank you from you, Jasmine? Do enlighten me."
I was confused. If he was not here for a thank you for helping me clear my name, then why was he here?
Or had he decided to continue to play with me again?
My eyes widened in horror as I realized that it might be the latter.
"Why did you help me clear my name then? I heard you went to great lengths to ensure that I was vindicated."
"Not that someone like you would ever understand but do you remember how not once, but twice, you walked up to me and got all up in my face, accusing me of framing you with such a lousy rumour as if I had nothing better to do with my time than frame you with a message. I am the king of the school. Surely, you should have thought better than that. I don't need to type anything to make your life miserable. I don't need to even say a damn word!" He growled, his grip on my throat tightening as his other hand wrapped around my waist, to keep me from running away and I whimpered in fear.
I had forgotten that I had falsely accused him and from the look in his eyes, it didn't matter that his hostility towards me was enough grounds to suspect him of doing something like that.
"Do you want me to apologize? Is that why you're here? Then I'm sorry. Let me go." I whispered and he grinned.
"Oh, you're going to apologize to me quite alright and you are going to do everything I say or there will be hell to pay. Do you understand me?"
He didn't wait for my answer, dragging me towards the couch and he sat down there.
"Kneel." He whispered and my eyes widened in horror.
"Do you want me to make you, Jasmine?" He said with a smirk and when I didn't move, he folded his arms.
"I'll make it good for you, how about that? It's less than you deserve but if you're good..." He trailed off, his growl echoing round the room and I flinched, getting down on my knees, my eyes welling up with tears.
"Come here."
He pulled me towards him and forced my hands to his belt.
"Unbuckle it." He whispered and my hands were shaky as I struggled to obey the order.
When I finally did, he released his dick from his pants, stroking it hard as he looked at me and I froze, my eyes refusing to look down as I kept them glued to his face.
"Take off your shirt, Jasmine."
"Please, Hardin, you don't have to do this."
"Maybe, but you didn't have to have a smart mouth too, right? Take off that shirt before I rip it off you." He said with a glare that made me remove the shirt immediately and when he raised his brows patiently, I removed my bra, the first tear slipping down my eyes.
I saw something flash in his eyes as he saw the tears trickle down my cheeks but he quickly closed his eyes with a groan.
"Come closer, Jasmine."
His hand grabbed my head but I realized that unlike before, his grip was gentle, almost as if he was worried about hurting me. It made me very confused.
"Taste." He said, bringing my head close to his dick and he groaned when I did as he asked, wrapping my mouth around his dick.
"Now, move up and down." He whispered and as more tears fell down my cheeks, I let him fuck my mouth, watching as he closed his eyes and threw his head back with a groan.
His other hand that was not holding my head played with my nipples and I squeezed my thighs, more tears trickling down my cheeks as I felt moisture pool between my thighs, my body reacting even though it was the last thing I wanted.
He moved some more times before he pulled me away from his dick and threw me on the bed.
Turning me around so that my back was on the bed, he hovered over me and wiped my wet cheeks, kissing down my throat so slowly, it made my toes curl.
He had never done this before.
His mouth found my nipple and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my throat when he suckled on it, as his hands moving into my panties to find it soaked.
"And you say you don't want this. Makes it very hard for me to believe that you're not a serial liar, Jasmine."
He slipped two fingers into me and I arched my back, biting down on my lip even as more tears fell down my cheeks.
His mouth continued to feast on my breasts as he fucked me hard and fast with his fingers and I could feel his dick, hard as stone against my thigh.
He added another finger, stretching me wide and I couldn't help the scream that escaped my mouth.
"Please" I begged, not even knowing what I was begging him for.
And then he suddenly stopped.
More tears fell down my face as I waited for him to stand up and leave but my eyes widened in horror when he removed a condom from the back of his jeans and ripped the foil open.
I opened my mouth to tell him that I had not done this before to beg him to stop, but no words came out.
I watched, speechless as he rolled the condom on his dick and his phone suddenly rang.
I didn't realize that I had heaved a sigh of relief when he paused and looked at his phone, ready to turn it off. It rang again and he growled, picking it up.
"This better be fucking important or..." His voice trailed off and even though I could not hear what the other person said, his face hardened and without one word, he removed the condom, threw it in the bin, wore his trousers and reached for his shirt , then headed for the door.
Immediately the door slammed shut, I gasped, shaking as violent sobs escaped my throat and I folded myself on the bed, crying my eyes out until my eyes were dry.
Rushing into the bathroom, I scrubbed my skin until I was almost sore and changed my clothes.
Feeling a sudden wave of headache, I opened the door and headed downstairs to get some aspirin from the first aid box when I heard yelling.
Stopping on the stairs, I peeked and saw Hardin pulling at his hair as he looked at his father with a pained expression.
"I can't have this conversation with you anymore. I can't." He walked past his father and just when I thought he would catch me watching from the stairwell, he headed out of the house, the door shaking from the force of the way he slammed it.
Rushing back upstairs, I waited until I saw Russo enter his study, slamming his door hard before I headed downstairs.
As I swallowed the aspirin, I wondered what could have made Hardin look like he had lost the world.
By the time I headed back upstairs and entered my room, I saw him sitting on the floor beside my bed and froze.
Was he here to finish what he started?
He held his head in his hands and didn't move from where he was. As I wanted to walk past him, he whispered my name.
"Hardin, please..."
"Just sit beside me." He whispered, his voice hoarse and I was so surprised by his request that I went immediately and sat on the floor beside him and the only sound in the room was of my clock.
The other sound being my heart that raced faster. I watched him but he didn't look up. Instead, he just remained with his head down on his knees, completely different from the Hardin that I knew and was used to.
I didn't know how long we remained like that, sitting beside each other in silence but when I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, I was on my bed, covered with blankets and he was gone.
My chest tightened as I wondered what could have happened to him. Same time that my mother's words came back to haunt me.
Was it possible that I still had feelings for Hardin?