The Crow & The Ghost: A Dystopian AU Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Chapter Ten: What Doesn't Suit Us

You return home in the late hours of the night, Circe yowling as if you've left her starving for days. She jumps at your feet and paws at your ankles as you take your gear off, being careful to leave the confiscated Undead gun where you'll remember it in the morning. You should have returned to Headquarters to drop it off, but...

After you had turned the flashlight off, Riley kept his cock in you for a few more minutes, lifting up his mask and kissing you passionately. He had become hard in you again, but he didn't move an inch—only kissed you so roughly that you couldn't even pull away to ask him to start fucking. One of his hands was wrapped around the bottom of your face and gripping tight. He kept his weight on you so you couldn't writhe beneath him. You had started to wordlessly whine into his kisses, and finally he bit your lip before pulling away and slipping out of you.
"What are you doing?" You had demanded, your breath heavy as you propped yourself up on your elbows.
You couldn't see Riley, but you could hear him shuffling around. Then you heard the zipper of his pants.
He wasn't saying a word.
"Riley?" You asked the darkness, but the quiet dark was your only reply. "Are you going to ignore me now?"
"No." Riley said gruffly.
"Really? Then what are you doing?"
"Get dressed." He said, his tone harsh.
The command took your breath away. "Are you serious?"
Riley didn't respond.
"Riley." You hissed.
"Be quiet, Crow," Riley said sharply, shutting you down completely.
You felt tears prick at your eyes. So this was how it was going to be? He was going to beg for you, make you trust him, use you for what you were worth and then pretend it meant nothing? You felt a tear fall from your eye and you wiped it away so fast that you brushed your cheek too hard. You hissed, the skin already sore from Riley slapping you. It made the tears well up even faster. How many times were you going to cry tonight?
You sat up and came into a crouch, reaching for the clothes that had been propped beneath your hips. It took a few moments to figure out what was what in the dark, but you eventually pulled on your underwear, bra, shirt, and pants, tears streaming down your face the entire time. You were thankful for the dark in that moment.
After you were fully dressed and had felt that your own gun and the guard's gun were safely secured, you started walking towards the street, not bothering to see if Riley was close by. You heard his steps follow behind you, but you didn't wait for him.
When you came out onto the street again, your eyes adjusted to the dim streetlights. You kept walking, your pace fast, your boots hitting the ground hard.
"Why are you storming off?" Riley asked from behind you, staying a few feet back but keeping pace nonetheless.
"Just trying to play whatever game you're playing," You retorted, bunching the end of your sleeve up in your hand and wiping your face with it.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Riley's large hand clasped around your wrist, causing you to be yanked backwards. He pulled you so you spun around to face him. You tried to pull away but he yanked on you again, this time letting go of your wrist and taking hold of your face with both hands before you could turn. His eyes were narrowed. "What are you talking about?" He demanded.
"You—you—" You stammered, and you started crying again. Riley's eyes widened. "You just pulled out of me and stopped talking," You said, your voice breaking. "If I'm nothing to you, if that was nothing to you, then just say so. But don't tell me you're all mine if you don't mean it."
Riley's eyes searched yours for a moment, before he suddenly released your face and breezed past you. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering your sob before you turned and followed him. How did this all go so wrong so fast?
"If you really think," Riley said, his voice hoarse, angry. "That I think that you're nothing, just because I didn't want to fuck you in the middle of the street again after fucking you for a solid hour, then you've lost your mind."
"Then why did you stop talking to me?" Your voice cracked on the last word.
Riley whipped around suddenly and you halted fast, almost crashing into him. You tilted your head back to look up at him, your gaze beseeching.
"Because I came back to my fucking senses," He growled. "We're not five minutes away from Vampire Alley, fucking in public like dogs. An Undead could have found us and we'd be done for. We're working," He spat the word out like a curse. "I'm trying to protect you."
"Bullshit. I don't need your protection." You said.
"Really?" Riley taunted. "You're telling me that you were perfectly alert and attentive to any danger close by that whole time?"
"Were you?"
"No," Riley shot back. "That's the entire point of this fucking conversation."
"I don't think it is," You said, crossing your arms. "I think you just used me and you're pissed you got caught."
This made Riley pause, his eyes widening in what you could only identify as pure fury. "I thought you were smarter than this," He seethed, and the words were a blow more devastating than you could have anticipated.
"Riley—"
"Stop crying." He barked, and turned away. "It doesn't suit you."