Dean moves away from me so I can stand. I smooth out my dress anxiously, not that it matters after my crew just watched me fuck Dean, but it's a formality, I suppose.
"I need to talk to him," I tell Dean apologetically.
"I'll take you up on sucking my cock later," he grins.
I shake my head with a smile, then follow after Lorcan. He's around the corner by the top of the stairs, his hands pulling on his blonde hair. He's swearing to himself under his breath. I notice his beard immediately, seeing it trimmed shorter and groomed like he used to have it long ago. He looks clean and put together.
When he hears my footsteps approach, he looks up at me. I've never seen him so angry before. "What the fuck was that?" He shouts. I reel back, surprised at his intensity. "You know he's just using you, right? You're just a hole to fuck for pleasure."
My chest constricts with my hurt feelings. I want to hit him for talking to any woman that way, but I decide to let him beat himself up instead.
"So?" I ask, not backing down.
"So?" He says the word like it's poisonous. "So?" He stomps towards me and I back up until I roughly hit the wall behind me. My head thumps against the wall lightly and my heart pounds in fear. His large, calloused hand moves to my throat, where he rests it with controlled gentleness. "So you like being used and fucked like a toy?" His fingers don't squeeze, but the threat is there.
"Yes," I reply, glaring at him, egging him on.
Lorcan closes in on me, pining me against the wall with his chest against mine. I feel like I'm going to choke on the steam coming out of his ears. "That's what you want?" His mouth is close to my lips. His words are bitter and mean. "You want to be hate fucked? Does that make you feel better? Does it help you forget the five crewmates you let die?"
My heart hurts, making me want to cry in opposition to my ego being battered, making me want to scream at him. My body is responding eagerly to his touch though. I can smell how manly and sweet Lorcan is, the scent wafting onto me at his proximity. Lorcan is a God among men and I want to tell him to hate fuck me if it means we'll be okay again.
"Look at you," he says with disgust, but I see need swirling in his eyes. He's as hot as I am right now. "You're reveling in this. You want this." His fingers dance against my throat, toying with me, winding me up.
"That is for her to decide," Hadrien's voice is loud and angry as he approaches us, rounding the corner. "Get your hands off of her."
"I'm not hurting her," Lorcan says, stepping away from me immediately.
"You're toeing the fucking line," Hadrien says, stepping closer to Lorcan, his fists balled.
"He's fine," I step between them, facing Hadrien. Lorcan stomps down the stairs behind me. "We need to work through this," I tell Hadrien. "I appreciate you looking after me. But we need to figure this out ourselves."
Hadrien looks me up and down, deciding whether or not to let me handle this on my own. Finally he nods. "I'm here. It's okay to need help."
"I know," I nod, turning towards the stairs. "Thank you."
I run down the stairs to catch up with Lorcan, but I see him leaning against the wall. He rolls his eyes when he sees me. "Of course," he says, walking away again. I follow him into the mess hall. He paces between two long wooden tables. He huffs, glancing at me in irritation.
"I'm not leaving," I tell him, crossing my arms to stand my ground.
"Pity," he spits.
"You want to be mad? Savvy, let's do this!" I shout. "I know you think I don't care about the crewmates we lost in the attack. But I have apologized for it time and time again!"
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Evocation
Adventure"I promised myself the next time I saw you, I was claiming you. Your mouth-" he gazes at my lips while biting his own. "-your body.." he squeezes at my hips. His hands trail up and he wraps his thick fingers in my hair, pulling softly. "Watching you...
