Chapter 23: TWENTY-THREE | SEX MACHINE

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE | SEX MACHINE

ASPEN

Words couldn't be used to describe Ronan’s rage at my words. He looked like he could explode at any minute, and I was absolutely enjoying it.

I knew I didn't have to say what I said in that exact way, but it was fun and I just wanted to rile him up. I didn't even think much of it until I had said it.

“You're not going on a date with him, Aspen. And that's final,” he said through gritted teeth.

I scoffed, folding my hands across my chest and tapping the ground impatiently. One thing Ronan didn't know about me was that I genuinely hated when someone thought they could tell me what I could or could not do.

“I'm going to do it. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You've already chosen your mate. And you already branded me a whore. You should mind your fucking business. This is none of yours. If I decide to make my soon-to-be boyfriend a sex machine tonight, stay out of it.”

I turned around with a smirk on my face, done annoying him. However, he held me back by the hand, a snarl on his face. I might have been done with him, but he definitely wasn't done with me yet.

“You aren't going anywhere, Aspen. And I fucking mean it.”

I tried breaking out of his hold, but he held my hands tighter. He began dragging me away, and at first, I was wondering where he planned to take me until I saw the door to the bathroom.

“What do you think you're doing?” I yelled, hitting his shoulder to get out of his hold, but he held me steady.

When he walked into the bathroom, he dropped me on the ground like I weighed nothing, and to my greatest surprise, he pulled out cuffs like this was some sort of fucked-up kinky show.

“What do you think you're doing with that?” He didn't give me the grace of a response.

He simply handcuffed my hands to the closest thing he could find, which just happened to be a part of the sink.

“This is fucking illegal,” I hissed, eyes wide in shock at what he just did.

He must have lost his fucking mind.

He laughed, moving back a little to take a look at the work he had done. “This is perfect,” he praised. “Since you're so desperate to be used as a sex machine… or should I say become someone's sex toy, I'm going to keep you locked up here and be your muse. I can use you whenever I want.” He smiled in a creepy way that threw me off and scared me, but that was only the beginning.

“You have got to be kidding me. Let me go this instant, Ronan. If you do, I'll forget the fact that you just kidnapped me, held me hostage, and made a threat towards me.”

Sweat broke out on my forehead as I stared at him, hoping he would hearken to my words and let me go, but instead, the look in his eyes became darker.

He moved closer to me until we were only inches apart. “And why should I do that? Why should I let you go?” I tried to answer, but I couldn't.

Everything about him right now intimidated me. It was as if he was an entirely different person, and I didn't know how to handle this version of him.

“You think you can get away with a crime like this?” I asked when he turned his back on me, ready to walk out of the door.

He turned back and smiled. “Yes, I can. I wouldn't if I thought I couldn't.”

“People would come search for me. They'll find me here.”

He rolled his eyes. “The teachers and students of this school genuinely don't give a shit about you or anyone else. Don't get ahead of yourself. Besides, if I get caught, which is almost impossible, I could use the excuse that you're Aspen Morgan and I held you hostage so that you wouldn't run. And just like that, no other question would be asked.”

I could barely even form words anymore. I was too stunned and was genuinely feeling hopeless.

“Why are you doing this to me? Let me go,” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

He rushed over with lightning speed and covered my mouth with his hand, his eyes widening as if someone had come into our dorm and would hear my screams.

I took this as my only chance at freedom. I bit his hand as hard as I could and screamed at the top of my lungs for help, but Ronan suddenly started laughing.

“There's no one there. The whole building is soundproof. I just messed with you a little,” he smiled.

“Please stop this. You're taking this too far,” I whispered.

“I know. But if I have to lock you up here to protect you and keep you away from Ryker’s hungry eyes, then I would gladly do it.”

I felt relieved knowing that at least he didn't plan to harm me in any way. He was just probably trying desperately to spoil my date tonight with Ryker.

I needed to find a way to get out of this place no matter what. Not because I was desperate to go on a date with Ryker or anyone at that. I was simply trying to prove a point, and I'll make sure I do, no matter what.

“Let me go. You can't keep me here forever. If I don't go on a date with him now, I'll do it another time. Unless you plan to keep me here forever, I suggest you stop keeping me hostage now.”

All traces of humor left his face, and he looked genuinely frightening. I was regretting my choices when he said, “I do plan to keep you here forever.”

“Ronan? Aspen?” Rachel's voice came from outside our room.

I didn't hesitate to open my mouth, planning to scream until she found and set me free. I knew she wouldn't hesitate to help me.

Ronan knew my actions before I started them, and in desperation to keep me quiet, he smashed his lips onto mine in a chaotic kiss.