His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully.

006.

Rowena's POV... 6.

I had just left the infirmary when my phone buzzed—a text from Cindy asking where I was. I wasn’t walking properly, my legs still ached from the hard fall Jason had caused.

But the moment I stepped into the hallway, hel was there.

Jason.

Jason leaned against the wall, still in his basketball shirt and shorts, sweat glistening on his face, muscles tensed. He wasn’t even trying to hide the dark amusement in his eyes.

A bitter laugh left his lips.

“I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already walking like that?”

I ignored him and moved to walk past him, my patience hanging by a thread.

But before I could escape, he grabbed me.

“Hey! Come back here. I’m talking to you,” Jason’s voice was sharp, his grip tightening as he spun me around, slamming me against his chest.

Anger shot through me. I struggled, pushing against him, but his strength was overwhelming.

“Let me go! Haven’t you done enough already?” I snapped, my voice shaking.

Jason didn’t budge. His eyes darkened, his jaw twitching.

A few students started to gather, whispering among themselves, but Jason didn’t care. His focus was entirely on me.

“Nothing is over until I say it is,” he said, voice dangerously low. “Now, tell me—who the hell was that guy?”

I blinked. “What guy?”

His grip on me tightened.

“Don’t play dumb, Rowena. The guy who helped you earlier. Who is he?"

Oh. So that’s what this was about?

I let out a humorless laugh, shoving at his chest.

“Oh, you mean the nice and kind guy who actually helped me? The one who took me to the infirmary after you threw me to the ground like trash? That guy?” I spat, my voice dripping with venom. “Why? Feeling threatened?”

Jason’s jaw clenched.

“I’m warning you, you don’t even know what you’re dealing with— He's not even human!"

I scoffed. “Oh, please. You’re not human either, and look at you—you’re a horrible excuse for a person. At least he has got his s**t together."

His face darkened.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him,” he growled. “I swear, if he ever comes close to you again, you'll regret it. You belong to me, only me."

My breath hitched, but not out of fear. Out of pure rage.

“You’re insane.” I ripped myself from his grip, chest heaving. “I don’t belong to anyone, especially not you.

I’m not one of your little whores you use and discard, so go find someone else to control.”

His hands twitched at his sides, but for once, I didn't care.

Without another word, I turned and walked away.

I didn’t look back.

But I could feel his eyes burning into my back, like this wasn't over yet.

Because it wasn’t.

I forced my feet forward, ignoring the burning ache in my legs as I made my way to my locker. The hallways were mostly empty now, students already in their classrooms.

Good. I needed a moment.

I exhaled, placing a hand on the cool metal door of my locker before swinging it open. My books were stacked neatly inside, but my hands trembled slightly as I reached for them.

That encounter with Jason still had my heart pounding—in anger, in frustration, and something else I refused to acknowledge.

I was about to shut the locker when—

The door slammed back open with a sharp bang.

I gasped. Jason.

He was suddenly there, right behind the locker door, his fingers gripping the edge. I hadn’t heard him approach. Of course, I hadn’t.

Vampire speed.

The hallway felt even quieter, almost suffocating as his towering presence swallowed the space around me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hissed, stepping back, but it was useless.

Jason moved faster than I could react.

In a blink, he had me pinned against the cold metal of the lockers, my back colliding with a dull thud.

I gasped, my breath hitching as his body pressed against mine. His grip was like iron, his strength inhuman. My wrists were locked in his hands, pinned against the wall above my head.

I struggled, but he didn’t even flinch.

“Let me go, Jason,” I snarled, glaring up at him.

But he only smirked. That same damn smirk that made my blood boil. “You really thought you could just walk away after that little speech?” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous.

“I don’t have time for your s**t,” I snapped, trying to kick at him, but he easily dodged it.

“Then make time,” he said smoothly, his grip tightening. “You belong to me, Rowena. You just don’t know it yet.”

His lips crashed against mine.

A forceful, punishing kiss.

I let out a muffled gasp, trying to twist away, but he didn’t let me. His fingers dug into my wrists, his body pressing me against the cold lockers, trapping me completely.

His lips were demanding, rough, taking without asking. Tasting. Claiming.

I bit down on his lip—hard.

Jason growled against my mouth, his grip tightening for a second before he pulled back.

His tongue darted out to lick the blood from his lip. His own blood.

His pupils dilated, his eyes darkening.

“Feisty,” he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

I panted, chest rising and falling, rage and something else swirling inside me. "You're insane," I spat, jerking against his hold again.

Jason leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “And you love it.”

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I didn’t. I wouldn’t. "Get away from me!" I managed to choke out, the words trembling despite my best efforts.

But Jason just chuckled darkly. Because he saw right through me. "Deny it all you want, Rowena," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "The truth is written all over your face."

He released my wrists, but the cage of his body remained, a suffocating threat. He stepped back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze intense and knowing. "I'll see you later, little human."

And then, with that infuriating smirk playing on his lips, he was gone. A blur of motion, leaving me trembling against the lockers, the taste of his brutal kiss and the echo of his words burning on my tongue.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Cindy’s voice snapped me back to reality.

“Row! Where the hell have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you! You just missed class—again.”

Fuck.

I turned, forcing myself to focus. Cindy stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. She looked me up and down, eyes narrowing.

“And did you even find out who spread that video?”

I swallowed hard. “No.”

I couldn’t tell her the truth. That I had gone out last night to meet Jason. That I had… sucked his f*****g d**k.

No f*****g way.

“Um… I don’t know who did it,” I lied.

Cindy huffed, clearly unconvinced. “And Row, you aren’t saying anything! Even if you don’t know who spread the video, at least tell me—who was that you were…” She trailed off, her voice cracking slightly.

“What?” I feigned ignorance, as if I had no clue what she was about to say.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She snapped, her patience thinning.

“No, I don’t.”

“Damn, Row,” she groaned. “Who did you go out with? I mean, whose c**k were you gagging on?”

My stomach twisted.

Cindy f*****g laughed. A sharp, mocking sound that made me want to disappear into the ground.

“Can we not talk about this anymore?” I muttered, avoiding her gaze.

“Oh, come on,” she whined. “It’s not fair! Why the f**k are you leaving out the full gist? Huh?”

I sighed. My head was pounding, and Jason’s words still echoed in my mind. His touch. His f*****g smirk.

I needed to get out of here.

“Cindy,” I exhaled, trying to keep my voice steady. “You can stand here all day waiting for answers, or you can come with me to get food.”

Her lips parted, like she wanted to protest, but she paused, considering.

“Do you get it?” I pressed.

She rolled her eyes but finally relented. “Fine. But you’re buying.”

I nodded, pretending not to notice the way my hands still trembled.

Jason had gotten under my skin.

And worse? I wasn’t sure I wanted him out.