His eyes greedily devoured her form. Whether it was lust or menace in his eyes, she couldn't tell; but all the same, she felt naked under his gaze.
"I'm going to make you ache with want, just as you've made me ache. I won't quench your arousal. You'll have to work for that. You'll wait like I waited."
How could she have known he was serious each time he came onto her, that the kiss he'd brazenly forced on her when he was but thirteen and she fifteen was sincerely meant?
To her, he'd always been just Paul. He was just the nephew of Charlie's best friend, just that kid that was two years younger than she. He was that kid whose only purpose in life was to annoy her with his advances.
Now, Bella knew that kid was gone, and in place of him was someone determined to have her.
Paul slowly circled her slowly saying, "Too long you denied me your love, when I yearned for it."
"Too many times you left me hot, hard, and ready for you; yet you kept me from finding pleasure within your body."
He was standing behind her now. Leaning close to her, with a searing finality, he told her, "No more."
Bella exhaled roughly, not realizing she'd been holding her breath. She turned around, only to see him already sauntering back up the stairs.