Twisted Belonging Chapter 7

Clary slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. The room was dark, on account of having no windows, but some light peeked through the bottom of her bedroom door. Clary made a move to sit up, but was trapped by two muscular arms. She turned her gaze to her brother lying next to her. He looked so peaceful, almost like an angel. How ironic.

His eyes were closed, blocking the darkness within. There was a slight smile on his face, and his eyes were moving behind the lids. He was probably dreaming, and Clary couldn't help but wonder what about. She inched closer towards him, burying her face in his neck, and began to close her eyes.

"Good morning." Clary's eyes shot open and she moved her head to look up at her brother, who had suddenly woken up. He was smiling down on her, and he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Good morn-"Clary began, but was interuppted by a large growl coming from her stomach. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. Jonathan smirked and released Clary from his hold, then sat up.

"I guess you must be pretty hungry by now, seeing as our dinner plans for yesterday went- astray." Clary lowered her gaze even more as she recalled what happened yesterday for her to miss out on dinner. She heard Jonathan chuckle, and then he got up from the bed. Clary turned to look at him, and sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous.

His snow white locks had fallen in front of his eyes, making him look dark and mysterious. He had a six pack and v-lines, something every girl would kill for in a guy. He looked like the typical bad boy at every high school. Clary had never found any of those guys particularly good locking. But Jonathan...

Clary mentally scolded herself for her thoughts. She was always disgusted by Jonathan thinking about her in a twisted way, yet here she was having similar thoughts about him.

"Like what you see?" Jonathan asked. Clary hadn't realized that while she had been thinking about him, she had also been staring at him the whole time too. She muttered an apology, and held the sheets closer to her body. Jonathan shook his head at her while smiling and sat down on the bed.

"Get dressed, and meet me outside your door in about ten minutes." He said, and leant forward to kiss her softly. Clary returned the kiss, and then Jonathan left her room. Clary rubbed her eyes and then got out of bed, and walked over to her wardrobe. After five minutes, she chose a green tank top and jeans. She brushed her red locks into a messy bun and sat down in one of the armchairs. She was drained.

Her thoughts took her back to last night, when she had told Jonathan that she could learn to love him. Why did I say that?' she thought. She didn't plan on sticking around for much longer. As soon as she figured out a way to escape, she was leaving. The others must be worried sick. But before she left, she couldn't go back empty handed. She needed to find out what her brother was up to.

Clary stood up and walked to her bedroom door. She opened it to discover Jonathan was not outside. She started to walk to the left, when a hand wrapped itself around her mouth, and the other hand around her waist. She screamed, but it was muffled by her captor, and she tried kicking her way out of his grasp. Her efforts were in vain as she was pulled against the rock hard chest of the person holding her.

"Calm down, it's just me." The voice whispered in her ear. At first, Clary had a glimmer of hope that Jace had managed to find her, but that faded when he spoke. She recognized the voice as Jonathan's. He let go of her and she spun around. His pitch black eyes trailed down her body, as if he could see right through her clothes. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He noticed and relished it. Determined to earn his trust, Clary took a step forward and wrapped her hands around his neck to pull him closer to her. His face took on a look of surprise, and then quickly changed to pleasure as Clary locked lips with him. He hungrily kissed her back with all he had, and he lifted her up by her ass, and Clary wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss grew increasingly more passionate, and Jonathan made a move for the doorknob on Clary's room, when her hand shot out to grab it. He looked at her with a look of slight annoyance, but mostly curiosity. She stared right into his eyes and shrugged.

"I really don't wanna miss out on another meal. Let's go have breakfast, okay?" Clary said, with the most innocent tone she could muster. Her older brother grinned down at her and kissed her greedily, as if he wanted her for breakfast.

"You're right. Let's go." He said, and placed her back down on the floor. She grabbed his hand and let him lead her to the kitchen, wondering just what Jonathan had on his own personal menu...