We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella." She starts to struggle in my grip until I slam her against the nearest wall, making sure I don't hurt her face as I do, "You will obey me, Ella. You will wear my collar, and anything else I want you to wear! Do you understand?" Whimpering, she nods, "Yes, Jace." I move a piece of hair back from her face, so I see her clearly, "That's my good girl." Running my hand down her side, i reach around and find some wetness between her legs. I smirk to myself as I insert a finger, "Do you want to know what happened to make me do what I did to you for those two years?" "Yes," she breathes heavily. I lean in and nibble on her ear, "I will tell you everything as soon as you let me claim what's mine." I rub myself against her ass, "My cock is dying to be inside your warmth, Ella. All it's ever wanted was to fuck you, and you, alone." Her short gasps quicken...
CHAPTER 1: FRIENDS NO MORE
Packing my laptop away, I turn to leave the class and accidentally bump into someone, I curse under my breath when I see who it is.
“Watch where you’re going, nerd!” Kaylee Simpson glares at me as though I had done it on purpose.
“I’m really sorry, Kaylee, it was an accident.”
“I’m really sorry, Kaylee, it was an accident.” She mimics and then shoves past me, “How about you accidentally jump off a bridge?” Her friend, Callie, snickers at her lame attempt to insult me as they walk out.
Bumping into the captain of the school’s dance team first thing in the morning pretty much tells me exactly what kind of day I’m going to have. Kaylee doesn’t even know why she hates me so much. We used to be acquaintances, not really running in the same crowd, but still talking between classes and outside of school. Now she treats me like the dirt under her feet. Like everybody else, she dropped me like last season’s fashion line two years ago. One Friday night we were talk
