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Chapter 11 has arrived. I know, it's been decades, but I was sick last week and I just couldn't find it in me to write anything that was even slightly decent.
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*The chosen 5*
brittany24680- I've always had a thing for bad boys...it's right down self-destructive at times, but hey! Can't live with them, can't live without them. I love that you loved how the first kiss happened, it's my pleasure to please you guys after all. Thank you for your support and hope you enjoy this CPOV.
DobsleyLoverr- I'm glad you made an exception for this story. I love new readers and please feel welcome to express your opinion anytime.
R-J briggs- So happy you like my writing, it's very important to me you guys tell me if I'm doing something wrong. I plan to keep studying and be a writer someday. Ana and Christian are definitely going to help each other along the course of this story...cuz obviously one can't live without the other.
debs2000- YES! That's what I was going for... I've never written anything sexual before and I was hoping that my detailed imagination might do the trick. I'm also quite giddy to write some smut, but that would have to wait for later chapters.
Random Fan- GARRETT HEDLUND is my Christian Grey, but I wouldn't mind a fresh face for Anastasia Steele.
Now that we got that out of the way, please enjoy Christian's POV...
CHRISTIAN'S POV
"Christian!"
"Christian, help me!"
"Christian please... he's hurting me!"
Anastasia was struggling on the floor, a dark figure hovering over her. I ran her way but came to a sudden stop when I saw the person's head turn around and give me a sinister sneer.
"Yes, Christian, come rescue little Ana from becoming my brand new ashtray."
Suddenly, the familiar man popped a single tobacco from his breast pocket and placed it on his lips, bringing a lighter to his mouth and setting the tip in flames. He inhaled a long deep drag and let the smoke flee both his throat and his nostrils.
A sadistic laugh erupted from his wretched being as he looked me over. "What? You know you enjoy a good cig just as much as I do."
Anastasia's cries thickened the gloomy background and her pleas for succour panged at my head in a manner where it was actually physically painful. My hands balled up into fists and my nails were digging at my palms as I tried to shake myself out of my frozen state.
"Don't touch her." I demanded, feeling my body starting to shake.
He laughed, leaving the weeping girl on the floor and approaching me. Finally my legs regained consciousness but started retreating backwards as if on instinct. I noticed that with every threatening step, his height became greater and greater.
"Oh Christian, always a scared little boy on the inside." He taunted.
I realized that it wasn't him that had grown, but me who had shrunk. I was suddenly four again, helpless and hungry and fearful of the next strike. I closed my eyes and anticipating the agonizing torture of his tobacco on my chest, I was only met with the soft gentle brush of slender fingers caressing my flesh.
I woke up with a start, but within seconds I had pounced on the intruder, ready to take down anyone now that I had full control of my body and emotions. That thought flew out the window, however, when I met the startled wide-eyed gaze of Anastasia Steele. Anastasia... she was here... with me... under me...
I almost let out an embarrassing sob of relief (so much for control of emotions) when I realized it had only been a dream, a nightmare. Anastasia was safe and unharmed, and all I could do was stare at her, trying to submit my racing heart to a steady beat. I watched utterly mesmerized how her delicate hand reached out and gracefully pushed back the scattered hair falling on my forehead. I reveled in the calmness it brought me. Never in my life had I welcomed someone's touch so easily, in fact, this simple act should have repulsed me to no end. What was she doing to me? Anastasia Steele officially had me under her spell, and it was all-consuming.
"You're okay." I whispered astounded to have her here, between the safety of my arms.
"What do you mean?" She asked dumbfounded.
"Christian!"
"Christian, help me!"
"You're okay." No other words would come out of my mouth. It was all I could manage under the surge of emotions tangling my insides.
"Christian please... he's hurting me!"
I found refuge in the crook of her neck. It wasn't real, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. I wasn't gonna let him harm her. She was safe with me, she was here with me.
"Anastasia." I spoke close to her skin, smelling her warm vanilla scent, it swirled through my nostrils and sent my mind to havoc.
A soft breathy moan vibrated it's way through her throat. I growled possessively as I proceeded to push my weight into her. Our bodies fit together so effortlessly I couldn't help but wonder what other ways we could mold to perfection. I didn't even notice my erection was pressing against her inner thigh until Anastasia gasped and tensed for a moment.
I was about to get off her when I felt her glorious fingers tenderly run through the mess in my head. It was all I could do not to grind myself on her. Slow... go slow you fucking moron!
I placed a tentative chaste peck on the side of her neck and waited for her reaction. Her entire body seemed to tremble under mine, so I took that as permission to roam my lips over her jaw, sucking on it for a lingering moment before attending to her delectable ear, nibbling on her lobe tenderly, reminding myself to be oh so very careful, for the angel lying helpless underneath me could be so easily frightened.
It was an arduous task to keep the animal in me from ravishing her completely. I was eager and she seemed willing. Oh what I would give to just have her. Right now, on this bed, flesh to flesh, the sounds of our pleasure coating the room, the flame of our friction setting my sheets on fire. My kind of paradise.
Anastasia moaned right before her hips rose to meet mine. I had tried to keep some distance between her lower body and mine since my erection had gotten pretty fucking obvious and I was doing my best not to scare her with the force of my passion. But as soon as she seeked the fervor of our union, I couldn't take it any longer and growled lustfully before burying her hips on the mattress with my own. The latest arrangement of our body parts was almost my undoing, so warm, so soft, so close...
I tried to distract myself with her angelic lips, my own hungry ones hesitating longingly over hers. I didn't want to just kiss them, but mold them with mine and never let them go. They looked so inviting... plump and pink and slightly parted.
I was so close to such lovely temptation I could barely think straight, if at all. At this moment, two voices popped into my foggy mind. One, the unremorseful selfish part of me encouraged me to just give in to my wicked carnal demands and claim those cloud-like cherry lips of hers. The second, the often-ignored noble part of my being that had just recently surfaced since her arrival, pleaded for self-control, reminded me that I was rotten and damaged, that she deserved better, that I was just gonna taint her.
Naturally, I listened to the first one.
Looking down at Anastasia's starry gaze, I allowed my tongue to trace the outline of my lips, acutely aware of her dilated wide eyes focused on my teasing action. I noticed the fall and rise of her chest as it seemed to increase drastically before a timid whimper left her mouth. I smirked, it seemed unfathomable that this angelic girl could want me just as much as I wanted her.
"Please..." She murmured, her words caressing the air with her desperate plead.
Anastasia pulled somewhat urgently on the hair at the nape of my neck and I couldn't help but separate her butterfly thighs and place myself in between, somehow I couldn't seem to be close enough to her
"Please what?" I raised my eyebrow suggestively at her, internally groaning when she trapped her lower lip between her teeth.
The girl stayed silent, making me growl and press myself to her even more if that was possible, "Say it. What do you want?"
"I... I... I want..." She stammered nervously and ducked her head down, a beautiful blush coloring her cheeks
I couldn't have this! I couldn't have her be nervous with me, all I wanted was to make her feel at ease. Setting her lower lip free with the pad of my thumb, I whispered low in my throat, trying to control the burning inside me.
"Anastasia, look at me."
The angel with evasive eyes looked up at me immediately, without a moment of hesitation. Her gaze was timid and it reminded me of a scared little kitten about to be chastised. Under her incredibly long lashes, her sapphire blue eyes peeked up at me and that's when it dawned on me. She didn't know what to do, what to say. She was looking up at me with those huge glittering forget-me-not blue eyes and I decided that teasing time was over and I was desperate to get a taste of her.
A groan escaped my throat a second before I closed the short agonizing distance between our lips. Oh those lips... like melted sugar or thick sweet honey. Never had such a simple act had made me feel so submerged in lust and passion. Anastasia was like no other, she tasted of unadulterated innocence and pure liquid desire. I could have stayed attached to her for centuries without complaint.
She gave no resistance as I guided her lips with careful precision. After an immeasurable amount of time, I experimentally poked my tongue out to brush against her lips. She slowly, almost timorously, opened her mouth to me and I eagerly took the opportunity to probe the small space I had now gained access to.
Her mouth was sweet, soft and warm. Anastasia seemed to tense a bit at my tongue's traveling and I briefly wondered if the ingenuous girl had a repugnance for open-mouthed kisses. Not wanting to place myself above her antipathy, I returned to her succulent lips, teasing her bottom one between both of mine and releasing it after a tender pull.
The after effects of our buss had set our hearts in a tirade of racing beats, so I rested my forehead against hers, closed my eyes and shook my head as I still could taste her on my lips.
"You are so fucking sweet."
She just looked at me, her pupils unfocused and her cheeks rosy, not uttering a single word. I was just about to ask her if she was okay when a sudden knock on the door made me quickly disattach myself from the fallen angel on my bed and step outside, coming face to face with non other than Mia.
"Who are you entertaining this time?" She crossed her arms and glared.
"Do you really wanna know?" I taunted, moving my hand dramatically slowly to the knob.
She made a look of disgust, "On second thought, that's a sight I don't wanna see. Just make sure your latest hussie is out of the house before Mom and Dad come home this evening."
I ran a hand through my hair and cursed under my breath. "Shit, I wasn't expecting them to come back this quick!"
She smirked. "Yeah, looks like your recess is over. Wait 'till Mom finds out you've been missing school since last week."
I scowled. "You would do well to keep that babbling mouth of yours shut!"
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't. One thing's for sure though, you owe me one."
"Fine, whatever. Anything else you want to add to your unwelcomed visit?"
She narrowed her eyes at me, but suddenly a look of worry overtook her features. "Um, Ana's been missing since yesterday. Some people said they saw her with Jack, but he's nowhere to be found either. Kate and I are going to go to her house after we're done with breakfast, to check if maybe he dropped her off there..."
I felt my insides boil at the thought of what would have happened if I wouldn't have intervened Hyde's attempts last night. Mia, of course, continued, oblivious to the disgust building within me.
"...I know you don't care, but I was just letting you know that we'll be leaving in a few minutes and to let your whore out as soon as possible."
I resisted the urge to correct her. Anastasia was not a whore, but explaining myself would create more trouble than anything else.
"Alright, are you done fucking up my morning?"
She fumed. "Yes! I'm done ruining your postcoital bliss, just hope for your sake, the pavement princess is gone before our parents get here!"
"FINE!" I spat before entering my room swiftly and closing the door on her face.
I noticed Anastasia had sat up, her small naked feet dangling off the mattress.
"I have to get you to the Kavanagh's now!" I rushed to the chest of drawers and fished out a random black and white shirt, pulling it over me in a haste.
I looked over to Anastasia to find her holding on to one of the walls, with her other hand palming her forehead, as if she was dizzy. He knees were shaky and her eyes were scrunched shut.
"Are you that affected by my kissing?" I joked, reaching her hips and pulling them close to me.
She placed her hands on my chest and shook her head gently.
"Headache." Anastasia whispered faintly.
Immediately I guided her towards the bed once again and rummaged through my closet, choosing the first button-down shirt I saw and throwing it in her direction.
"Put this on, or you'll freeze on the ride to the house. I'll be right back with an aspirin. Stay put."
She nodded, and satisfied she was letting me take care of her, I exited the room. Dashing down the stairs I ran to the kitchen where Mia and Katherine were in the middle of an argument.
"...still, you shouldn't have just deserted her in the middle of a party that magnitude."
"Mia! I was looking for you, which turned out to be pointless since you were rather undisposed for most of the night!"
That's when I entered the threshold and strolled my way to the refrigerator. The chat ceased immediately and I felt both pairs of eyes focusing on me as I leisurely took an energy sports drink and placed it on the counter. I turned and found the cabinet where Mom kept our pharmacy products and grabbed a bottle of aspirin.
Mia raised an eyebrow at me as I opened the container and deposited a single pill on my left hand.
"Another hangover? " Katherine inquired, smirking.
"If you have a problem with me drinking, raise your hand... and place it over your mouth."
She shot me her famous bitch look and went back to sipping on her coffee.
With the pill and drink at hand, I left their judging stares behind and returned to my bedroom.
Anastasia was still sitting on top of the comforter, she seemed better though, no longer swaying her torso unconsciously. Her hair was messy, wild soft waves falling in layered cascades down her shoulders, her side bang was nearly covering her left eye and goddamn, she looked edible as fuck with my shirt covering her.
Not trusting myself to talk, I handed her the pill and the drink, waiting patiently as she took her time drinking the orange liquid. When she was done, I proceeded to explain to her why we had to make such a hasty exit. She blushed a hypnotic pink when I made a comment about our fervent welcome to the morning.
Stumbling, she got up with renewed purpose and attempted to get past me to the door. I, of course, stopped her before she could bolt and blow our cover.
Leaning very close to her ear, my arm gripping her forearm, I whispered dropping my voice a few notes lower, "I lead, you follow. Remember?"
She stuttered a shaky "Y-y-yeah" and I marveled at how easily she seemed to accept my problem with dominance. I didn't want to send her running for the hills with my fucked-upness; yet here she was, beautiful and obedient as ever.
"Good girl."I couldn't help but praise her before giving her a chaste kiss on the forehead. And with that, we were off to sneak our way out of this place.
...
"Hold on tight, we have to get there as fast as possible." I shouted over the purring engine.
The feel of Anastasia's soft curves hugging me from behind was almost unbearable. Now that I knew how good she would fit under me, all I wanted was to pounce on her like a lion on mating season.
After a few deep breaths of self-control on my part, I took off towards the highway. I heard Anastasia squeal at the rapid movement and I couldn't help but laugh at her skittishness.
She kept repeating "Oh God" like a religious prayer, and I smiled to myself, remembering our encounter on the kitchen a few days back when she had uttered those same words.
I advised her to wrap her legs around me, in case that would make her more comfortable and secure. Yes Christian, that's clearly why. It has nothing to do with all those inappropriate thoughts fogging up your head.
She thanked me as my stupid tip seemed to work, while I didn't say anything else. The feel of her head burrowing between my shoulder-blades was enough to make me content.
...
After dropping Ana off at the Kavanaghs I made my way back to the house. The ride there giving me time to sort out the jumble of thoughts in my head. I came to the conclusion that I had way too many questions, and not a whole lot of answers.
Where does this leave her and I?
Will she even acknowledge me when we see each other in public?
Was this really a good idea?
Deciding not to dwell on this any longer, I pressed the pedal to the medal and reached my house in no time.
...
I entered the kitchen to the unwelcome sight of Elliot, Ethan and Mark stuffing their faces with all kinds of breakfast items. I did my best to ignore them as I strolled up to where the sliced pieces of loaf bread were and popped two of them in the toaster.
"Dude!" Elliot started, "Where were you last night? That party was pimpin'!"
I rolled my eyes and continued to pretend he wasn't there.
"For real," Mark slurred, "Someone beat the living shit out of Jack. I went outside to take a piss and saw him there, wasting away on the pretty green grass."
"What did you do then?" Ethan asked curiously, while I tensed all over.
Mark snickered, "I peed on him."
Elliot and Ethan broke out in guffaws of laughter, while I smirked in approval. Thank God for stoners.
"What about you, Ethan? What did you do last night?" Elliot asked after he swallowed a mouthful of berries.
"You know me," He shrugged, "I just wander from room to room."
"Yeah right!" Mark pointed an accusatory fork at his direction, "I saw you and Miss Mia Grey herself getting preeetty cozy."
Immediately, Elliot ceased the movement of his jaw and glared at Ethan, "WHAT?"
I raised my eyebrows and stood back to take in what I hoped would turn into a drunken brawl.
"Chill man!" Ethan tried to mollify the tense atmosphere, "We were just talking."
"So that's what they call it this days..." Mark muttered under his breath.
"Dude! Shut the fuck up! You were high, remember? For all you know I was just hooking up with some trashy whore!" Ethan tried to defend himself, failing miserably.
"WHAT did you just call my sister?" Elliot fumed, getting up from his seat and closing his fists dangerously.
Suddenly, the toaster announced my bread to be ready and I swiftly grabbed both slices and placed a jar of jelly in the crook of my arm.
"I have twenty bucks on Elliot," I announced before disappearing to my room. What I needed was a nice hot shower and a lot of time to think.
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