*Sorry for the super long chapter! it was supposed to be two, but so much happens I just couldn't find a good break.*

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"Is that my shirt?" He asked in low growl. She nodded giving him the best bedroom eyes she could, the dark blue fabric reaching her mid thigh as she nervously toyed with the hem. She reached her hand up slowly and tucked her hair behind her ear, the motion pulling up the shirt slightly and exposing more of her skin to the cool air making goosebumps breakout all over her and she watched as his eyes fixated on her bare legs making her shiver even more. He turned to face her, his eyes darkening even more as they raked over his new clearer view. His black boxers leaving nothing to her imagination as his muscular legs stepped forward water droplets still visible on his skin. "What are you doing betts?" He asked but it was more of a warning.

"It seemed more comfortable," she shrugged innocently. He leaned back on the white ceramic and crossed his arms over his chest making her eyes trail down and notice the scars that were scattered around his torso the most noticeable was a circle shaped scar that was a stark pink against his pale skin on his right side below his collarbone, another tattoo was placed purposefully there, a small snake wrapped around it, its tail curling and disappearing in its open mouth and she knew she had seen something like it before, the other striking scar was long gash just below his ribs on the right side as well. He followed her eyes and looked back at her raising his eyebrows challenging her to ask the questions that danced on her tongue but instead she looked at him sharply.

"Why did we run?" She asked boldly her eyes searching his face. He looked away from her taking a calculated breath before returning his gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did we run from them, it was one car… from the looks of it you could have fought them off," she tilted her chin up, motioning to his hardened appearance.

"I could have," he nodded definitely " but I couldn't guarantee your safety."

"Why do you care so much about my safety?" She asked genuine curiosity falling over her features.

"For fucks sake Betty, you already know," he huffed out.

"Why Jug?" She asked again more sternly, he took a step closer letting his arms fall to his sides.

"You're gonna pretend you don't feel it too," he growled making her instinctively cower further into wood she still leaned against.

"I wanna hear it," she tried to stay strong but her voice quivered at the end giving away her nervousness. He took another towering step closer until he was right in front of her.

"Hear what?" He answered in heated whisper "that there is something between us, some undeniable connection I have to you, some ridiculous need I have to take care of you, to keep you safe, to mark you as mine," his word hit her making all the air leave her lungs as his eyes trailed down her blushing face to her collar bone where her skin was still swollen and red under his shirt from his teeth marks where he had bitten her tender flesh earlier.

"Yes," she whimpered and with that he closed the gap between them pinning her to the door jam and crashing his lips against hers in a heated kiss, her body melted to his a soft moan escaping her as he slid his hand to her jaw pulling her face tightly against his causing her to wince in pain, he pulled back breathing erratically, she tilted her chin up to look at him her eyes feeling the sting of tears from all the emotion coursing through her veins. And as their eyes met his pupils pulsed slightly making him look like a haunting predator.

"Juggie," she whispered pulling herself up on her tiptoes and placing a small sweet kiss on his lips. It was the first time she had been the one to initiate a kiss and it was so oddly empowering, she pushed herself harder into his chest and pushed up again kissing him with more force this time, he kissed her back his hand wrapping around her small waist and pulling her into him, he broke the kiss leaning his forehead down against hers, his shaky exhale sweeping hotly across her face."I feel it too," she looked up at him through her lashes. He laughed darkly and pulled away from her.

"No you only think you do," he turned his back to her running his finger through his wet hair and striding over to his black jeans that were in a heap on the floor and mechanically pulling them on leaving the button and zipper lazily undone.

"I know what I feel Jug," she tried, taking a step further into the bathroom, he spun around shooting her daggers that made her flinch.

"No you don't," he replied coldly "You have no idea who I am." she took another small step closer to him but his eyes never lost their intensity.

"Then help me," she challenged softly longing to be close to him again.

"Help you?" He laughed again "you wanna know who I am, you wanna know what I'm capable of? What I have done?" She nodded slightly feeling anxiety erupt in her stomach, the sudden realization that she had no idea what he was gonna say next but she held her breath knowing it was something she needed to hear. "Stop kidding yourself Betts," he leaned down grabbing his belt off the floor and sweeping past her into the bedroom. She spun around following him quickly panic flooding through her as she felt him shutting down. She reached out and grabbed his hand desperately.

"Tell me," she practically begged her gaze willing him to answer.

"You wanna know who I am?" He asked menacingly his nostrils flaring. He took an intimidating step closer.

"Yes, I trust you," she said strongly still gripping his arm. His jaw clenched and his eyes flashed darkly peering into her making her shiver.

"Trust me?" He growled and she nodded her chin lifting confidently. His eyebrow raised and he chuckled. "Take off my shirt," He said flatly.

"Wh… what?" she stammered, he stepped away from her pulling his arm from her grasp.

"You heard me."

"I'm..I don't have anything underneath it jug," her eyebrows knitted together her blush burning red.

"Take it off." He said sternly the look in his eyes making her heart stop. "Now." she looked at him her eyes wildly searching his, a shuddering breath escaping her lips. But his gaze remained steadfast. "I'll do it for you if you don't," He challenged, raising his eyebrow intimidatingly. She blinked several times feeling frozen in place. She looked to the floor, heat filling every inch of her body, her breaths coming in quick succession as she felt the need to prove to him that she trusted him that she knew what she felt and she wasn't wrong about him. Her hands shakily grabbed the bottom of the shirt and slowly started pulling it up revealing her black lace panties and trailing up the sensitive skin of her abdomen, pausing slightly right under her breasts, she took a deep breath watching him as she finally pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the ground. His posture went rigid as his eyes drank in her bare form, she crossed her arms over her chest shyly looking away from him, feeling too exposed in the dimly lit room.

"Trust me?" He asked her again and she nodded without missing a beat. He quickly closed the gap between them grabbing her wrists tightly in both his hands and kissing her roughly, she let out a whimper as he slid his tongue forcefully into her mouth walking her backwards until her back hit the cold wood of the door to the bedroom, she tilted her head back giving him more access to her mouth as he greedily took all she was giving him. He kept one hand gripped to her wrist, while the other one grabbed her bare hip and trailed up her torso his thumb landing in the crease underneath her perked chest, she sighed as his fingertips massaged her skin, and she pushed her hips forward wanting to feel more of him, he granted her that as he bucked his hips into her as his hand finally cupped her breast, his thumb brushing roughly against her hard pink nipple and she moaned into his mouth, he pulled his lips away and dipped his head into her neck sucking on her skin lightly. She threw her head back hitting it gently on the wood and closing her eyes in pleasure, and in a split second he pulled his head back and before she could even register what was happening she felt him pull her wrist in front of her grabbing the one he had let go of and slamming them together, her eyes snapped open and looked down as he grabbed the belt she hadn't realized was still in his hand and wrapped it tightly around her small wrists, looping the leather through the metal buckle and fastening it until she couldn't move. Her breath hitched and she watched him with wide eyes, as he glared back a dark angry look on his face, he pulled her bound hands over her head and roughly lifted them higher until it hurt and she had to raise on her tiptoes to stop her arms from pulling from their sockets and hooked the leather to the coat rack on the back of the door, she wiggled slightly at the sudden uncomfortable and vulnerable position she found herself in, her toes struggling to hold her up as she winced in pain. He stepped back suddenly his eyes watching like a hawk as she squirmed at the loss of him holding her up a bit, but she bit down on her lip fighting the pain and stilling her body to meet his stare stubbornly challenging him.

"Trust me?" He growled again and she look at him defiantly suddenly feeling strength in realizing what he was doing.

"Yes," She said not letting her gaze falter. His Jaw clenched again, his green eyes so dark they were practically black. He stepped forward again pressing his body against hers and tilting her head up with his hand, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth biting down and making her yelp. His hands roamed all over body and she shivered under his touch, one hand trailed up her collarbone and caressed the red bite mark that was still an angry red against her pale skin, making her flinch. He licked and sucked over her neck leaving a hot trail of kisses down her shoulder and suddenly dipping lower and sucking her small pink nipple into his mouth, she moaned desperately arching her back into him, heat spreading between her thighs as she rubbed them mindlessly together. He sank his teeth into the tender flesh and she yelped, her hips instinctively pressing hard against him need some type of friction. His hand grabbed her hip and pushed her forcefully back into wood making a loud thump, he pulled his head back and looked into her eyes, en edge creeping into his stare.

"Trust me?" He started breathlessly and she nodded desperately wanting him to kiss her again and to feel his mouth back on her. She never looked away from his face, but she saw in her peripherals his hand reach to his back pocket and glint of silver appeared in his hand, a sickening click sounding as she froze in place. He pulled the knife closer to her body and slid the cold metal right above her navel pushing it gently into her flesh and letting it effortlessly glide between the valley of her breasts, stopping dead center in her chest, she gulped involuntarily, willing herself not to look down, fear finding its way into the pit of her stomach. He expertly flipped the blade in his hand spinning it until he gripped it in the right position to press it to her soft neck, she winced trying not to look away from him, and he exhaled sharply making his nostrils flare like a dragon.

"Still?" He asked a wicked smile creeping onto his lips as he pressed the metal into her, her eyes fluttered closed in panic, she gulped again feeling the cold blade move with her action. She felt the sting of tears in the back of her eyes as she looked up at him.

"Yes," She answered, emotion finally crashing into her as angry hot tears finally spilled over her water line and trailed down her face, and in an instant his cold hard demeanor broke and his eyes gave away the sadness behind them.

"Fuck," He let out a tortured sigh and pulled the knife from her skin throwing it to the ground. His lips pulling up into an angry scowl as he reached up and swiftly pulled the belt from the door letting her feet finally lay flat on the ground but with her body violently shaking her knees couldn't hold her up and she began falling forward losing all control of her own muscles as the adrenaline drained from her body. He grabbed her effortlessly pulling her to his chest, all the emotions she had tried to hold back and stay strong from crashed through her and she let out a strangled sob as her tears flowed freely. He lowered himself to his knees pulling her with him and cradling her small naked frame in his lap rocking her slightly as she struggled to breath, taking in harsh short gasps of air. He gently soothed his hand over her hair and pulled it back from her face making her look up at him. His thumb gently rubbing underneath her eye and brushing away a tear. His eyes remained dark, but now for an entirely differently reason, she could sense the pain in him, the conflict in his actions, and she knew she shouldn't, but for some reason she understood, she could feel his darkness and it terrified her but she knew there was more to him and she was so desperate to be let in.

"Do you understand?" He asked his voice still stern but taking a softer edge.

"Yes," she whispered leaning further into him.

"You can't trust me," He sighed exhausted. She pulled her head back looking at him and hurriedly wiping her own tears away.

"I said I understand Jug, Not that I don't trust you," She said strongly. He looked at her complete shock etching into his features.

"And do you?" He asked cautiously sounding almost desperate.

"Yes," She said "I still trust you." He closed his eyes tightly pulling his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Betty…" he sighed "you can't."

"And yet here I am," she smiled softly her cheeks flushed from the tears and her eyes still burning slightly.

"You don't want to be a part of this life," he looked at her sadly leaning back, placing his hands on the floor behind him.

"I want to be a part of your life," she countered. He took a deep breath shivering and realizing she was still topless.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled his eyes glancing to the open knife still on the floor and back to her "I… I don't know how to do any of this," he admitted shaking his head slightly "but I can't let you be a part of this," he finished strenly.

"That's not your decision," she whispered not meeting his eyes. Before looking away and crawling slightly to his shirt that was on the ground, and pulling it to her bare chest before returning to her seat in his lap.

"Betts you don't get it, this life, the club… it's not the place for someone like you," his expression remained tired. She pulled herself out of his lap and sat facing him, pulling the dark blue fabric over her head and snuggling into the soft cotton.

"Someone like me?" She asked cocking her head to the side.

"You're…. good," he tried to explain.

"So are you jug."

"No, I'm not, I'm exactly the opposite," he laughed humorlessly. She let herself look at him, really look at him, and behind all the darkness she saw his fear, and all she wanted in that moment was to quiet it for him, to ease the evident pain inside of him.

"You kept me safe. That's good right?" She asked reaching her hand out and touching his cheek gently.

"That's one thing, in a very long list," he pulled his face from her hand watching as she dropped it back down into her lap "and that's just counting this week," he said giving her a pointed look. She looked away feeling overwhelmingly sad for him that he felt the need to push her away so hard.

"I don't believe that," she shook her head refusing to believe that he was as dark as he was letting on, but a small voice in the back of her head told her he was probably darker than she could ever understand.

"I just held a knife to your throat and you don't believe I'm not a good person?" He countered raising his eyebrows.

"Okay that's fair," she shrugged pausing for a moment while she thought of her next question carefully "but would you have hurt me?" She asked cautiously.

"No, never," he answered flatly, rubbing his hand down his face, clearly fighting off the exhaustion.

"Do you want me?" She asked suddenly, feeling her cheeks burned at her own boldness. He blinked in surprise and met her gaze. He paused for a long while just looking at her, chewing on his bottom lip in contemplation.

"Yes," his voice sounding like he was unsure how to even admit that out loud. "But it's not that simple," he sighed.

"Yes it is," she argued standing up and holding her hand out to him, he looked at her quizzically before giving in and grabbing her hand as he stood not really needing her help and let her lead him back to the bed. She crawled across the bed and shuffled herself under the covers before looking up at him expectantly. He purses his lips in a tight line his eyes narrowing as he contemplated his options before letting out a deep breath and sliding off his jeans and kicking them to the side. He crawled into the bed next to her and laid his head down on the pillow.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" He asked honestly as he reached his hand out and pushed her soft blonde hair behind her ear and she leaned into his touch closing her eyes.

"I am," she answered gazing deep into his eyes willing him to understand. She was afraid, absolutely terrified, but it didn't change the way she was pulled to him like a magnet, like some unseeable gravitational pull surrounded his body whenever she was close to him, and if she was being honest she felt it even when she was away from him. He was always somewhere in the back of her mind even when she should be thinking of something else, anything else really. His whole life scared her but at this point it felt like nothing would stop her from wanting to be a part of it. He looked back at her a pained look on his face telling her he understood completely. His hand still lingered on her face as his thumb rubbed lightly on her jaw, she was suddenly painfully aware that they were both practically naked in a bed together and her heartbeat spiked as she licked her lips instinctively, his eyes watching her hungrily. He leaned his face closer to hers slowly and timidly placed a sweet kiss on her wetted lips. His kissed her again this time with more passion pushing her head back into the pillow as he shifted in the bed and leaned over her his chest hovering over her body. He reached his hand down placing it on her inner thigh making her gasp and he pulled her legs open and settled in between them his face directly above hers, his warm center meeting hers as her body tensed up feeling his bulge making her mindlessly grind her hips up into him, he groaned pushing against her forcefully, her eyes rolled back in pleasure needing more friction. He captured her mouth again in a heated kiss their lips moving together effortlessly. Her heart swelled with emotion as he kissed her, and sighed into his mouth as his tongue swept across her lips. He rolled his hips into her, his kiss suddenly becoming desperate as they moved together, the heat between her legs increasing with every move. He sucked her lip into his mouth biting slightly before messaging it between his swollen lips, he pulled his head down slightly and kissed the crook of her neck making her back arch in to him, he pushed his hand down under the blanket to her leg pulling her thigh up letting him sink a little further into her embrace. She slid her hand through his hair as he ravaged the sensitive skin of her neck, moaning breathlessly and wiggling her body restlessly against him. He pulled his lips from her skin breathing heavily, the hot air making goosebumps spread out across her skin. He let out another shuttering breath pulling back from her and surveying her face, she could see the conflict in his face and it made her heart race uncomfortably, his hard length between her thighs pulling ups as he shifted his hips up taking his weight off of her. Panic filled her as she felt the telling signs of him pulling away and she acted as fast as she could trying to pull him back into her spell. She bucked her hips up pushing him to the side and flipping him onto his back, straddling his lap. He looked up at her surprised, his breath hitching in his throat as she swiftly grabbed his shirt and lifted it over her head again placing it on the bed next to her and arching her back and pushing her chest out confidently. His hands immediately grabbed her hips holding her against him.

"God dammit, you're beautiful," he breathed shaking his head slightly, his eyes roaming all over her body. She watched him as she rolled her hips seductively and slid herself against him, feeling his hard length easily through the thin fabric of his boxers, so achingly close to her center that was barely covered by her thin panties, his breath started coming in faster gasps as he pushed her hips forward and back rocking her body against his making an indescribable heat begin building low in her abdomen, she threw head back letting a guttural moan leave her lips and he held her down more tightly and pushed his hips up meeting her thrusts. He let go on one side and reached up grabbing her chin between two fingers and pulling her face down to his, kissing her. She moaned into his mouth as her breasts brushed lightly against his bare chest, her hard nipples rubbing against his hard smooth skin, sending electric shock waves through her, and he groaned back kissing her and tangling his hand into her hair.

"Jug," she moaned feeling empowered by his groans and the way he desperately moved against her. She reached her hand between them her fingers lightly playing with the band of his boxers before pushing further down feeling the hard muscles of his pelvic bone that lead to his manhood. He sucked in a sharp breath and quickly grabbed her wrist pulling it back, the loud snap sounding from his waistband as it reconnected with his skin. Her eyebrows knitted together the sudden rejection making her blush in confusion as she sat up her back straightening, still feeling how hard he was between her legs.

"Betts, we can't," he started still catching his breath. She sighed in frustration her jaw clenching as she glared at him.

"Seriously? You're giving me whiplash," she huffed sliding off his lap and angrily throwing herself onto the bed her back turned to him.

"Betty..." he started, but she refused to turn around. "Babe.." he laughed, his pet name making her heart skip a beat but she stayed still facing away from him too angry to give in. "Hey," he tried again grabbing her shoulder forcefully making her flinch as he turned her around "sorry," he mumbled clearly referring to the way he had grabbed her, still trying to figure out where his line was at too rough.

"What is it now?" She growled in frustration rolling her eyes before he could even answer and looking away from him.

"Look at me," he commanded sternly and she immediately obeyed hating herself for it. "I want to, I really do," he said giving her a softer look and rubbing his hand up her arm comfortingly. She watched him silently waiting for his new excuse to push her away. "You're still 17 Betts, and unless things have drastically changed in your family from what I remember, the last persons wrath that I would want to face is Alice Cooper's," he explained a dry laugh escaping his lips, and at the mention of her overbearing mother she grimaced realizing that unfortunately he wasn't wrong. "And not that I give a shit about him, but you still have that dumbass jock you call a boyfriend to break up with first," he finished, an angry scowl etching across his features.

"I'm breaking up with him?" She asked meaning for it to sound playful but Jughead clearly didn't enjoy it, his scowl deepening.

"Aren't you?" He tilted his chin up his eyes looking down her body, that was still only covered by her lace panties.

"I don't know," she sighed feeling too tired to try to lie, "it depends on which Jughead I wake up with," she sighed laughing but not really finding it funny. His jaw clenched as his expression grew dangerously angry.

"I am one person Betty, one person that you just practically begged to be with," he warned his tone growing more aggressive with every word. She looked away feeling a heated flush creep into her cheeks at how forward he was being.

"And are you going to let me?" She challenged her embarrassment rising slightly at how unsure she was of what his answer would be.

"I… I don't know," he said, his frustration clear on his face. She felt the familiar panic befall her, as she realized she was no closer to be letting in.

"Well I can't just break up with Archie for no reason jug," she pouted. His lips twitched slightly at his competitions name.

"And you don't think Archie is going to break up with you for cheating on him?" He countered raising his eyebrow wickedly.

"I didn't… ," she trailed off but she couldn't even finish, it hit her like a ton of bricks realizing that she had most definitely just cheated on her boyfriend. The thought seemed so ridiculous to her, and it hadn't even crossed her mind that entire time that Archie even existed because at that moment for her he didn't, but guilt washed over her as it became painfully clear exactly what she had done. Jug kept his eyebrow raised as he watched the realization on her face.

"Yes you did," he started clearly trying to rub salt in the wound "and I'm willing to bet money on it, you don't kiss him like that," he sneered maliciously, his hand still resting on her shoulder, his fingers pressing into her skin as he gripped her trying to control his anger.

"Jug stop." She whispered.

"Tell me you'll break it off with him," he said through gritted teeth.

"Tell me you'll be with me," she countered. He pulled his hand from her shoulder reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I can't do that," he sighed angrily.

"Than neither can I," she said confidently, knowing she was going to far, she had in fact cheated, and it was the right thing to break up with Archie, but it was the only leverage she had and she couldn't give it up right then. Jug sighed in frustration and leaned away from her laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling.

"What do I have to do to get you to leave him?" He asked not turning his eyes away from the popcorn texture. She watched him with wide eyes realizing he was giving her the ability to make a demand. Her mind reeled with the possibilities, but she knew she had to be careful and not ask too much. She inhaled deeply and watched his chest rise and fall as her eyebrows knitted together in contemplation. She reached her hand out and held his cheek pulling his face to look at her and when his tired green eyes met hers she knew exactly what she wanted.

"Make love to me," she said quietly. He blinked in surprise and opened his mouth to speak but closed it quickly, swallowing loudly.

"Betts we talked about this…" he started.

"One time," she interrupted, "one time and I promise I won't let anyone ever find out, just one time and then tell me you don't want to be with me," she argued. He frowned at her request looking past her his eyes giving way to the torture that filled him. "Give me a chance Jug," she continued to press and he closed his eyes clearly sensing her desperation. He stayed silent for a long while his eyes still sealed shut and for a minute she thought maybe he had drifted of into sleep and her eyes felt the weight of the night too closing involuntarily as her head pressed further into the soft pillow.

"If I agree..," he started his voice startling her and forcing her eyes open. " it won't be tonight, too much has happened already, and you call him first thing in the morning and end it," he watched her an intensity in his eyes that made her shiver, his arm timidly reached out and carressed down her arm finding her hand and rubbing gently.

"Fine, I guess that's fair," she huffed trying to show her frustration, but it was immediately followed by an involuntary yawn.

"Turn around," he commanded "I want to hold you." she obeyed and shifted herself under the covers, he quickly snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him letting the curve of her body sink perfectly into his chest. She felt so oddly safe in his arms and her eyes quickly fluttered closed. "Goodnight Betty Cooper," He whispered, his hot breath fanning out across the back of her neck and making her shiver.

"Goodnight Juggy," She whispered back finally letting sleep take over her exhausted body.