Exhaustion overcame her. She’d fucked up, again. What had she been thinking? Sleeping with a man just to get another man out of her head? Even if she let Raul try and wipe Hysterian from her thoughts for a few hours, he’d only return.
He’d taken up residence long ago. Hysterian wasn’t going anywhere until she finished what she started.
Raul cupped her shoulders and pressed his fingers into her muscles. “I can still make it better without sex.” His fingers rolled and rubbed. “It’s been a shitstorm of days. At least have a drink with me in the lounge tonight?”
A drink did sound good.
“I promise it won’t be anything more than a drink,” Raul continued.
Alexa just wanted to be alone.But a drink may fix things…
She faced him. “A drink then.”
He smiled. “Good. It’s a date.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Raul backed up and adjusted his cock so it wasn’t tenting his pants. “Great! I’ll go finish up work and get everything stabilized before takeoff. You take some time. I’ll pick you up after shift. The room is yours.”
She mustered a smile. “Okay.”Please go now.
Raul swiped his wristcon to unlock their quarters. The door zipped open. “Until this evening, Dear.”
Alexa rushed to the door and locked it behind her, exhaling. She looked down at herself. Topless, with her hair down and a mess around her shoulders.
Your roots are showing.
She grabbed at her hair anyway and stormed to the bathroom. In a matter of seconds, she stripped off her clothes. She glanced at the mirror but quickly looked away.
She didn’t like looking at herself. There were scars, scars she never had the time to get cosmetically removed from her flesh that she didn’t want to acknowledge. They were a tribute to those first years alone, working to get off of Elyria. They were another reason, an easier reason for her never to get attached to a lover. She could blame the scars and not her DNA.
Alexa tugged open her locker to grab her dye and hesitated when a simple, silver canister sat in the front of her belongings. Marked on its side were the wordsBetter Dye.
She threw it across the room at full force, clanging as it rattled the metal walls.
“Fuck you!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
She twisted to the shower unit and turned it on, setting the water at lukewarm.Fuck him. Fuck Hysterian.The canister rolled to her foot, and she kicked it away.
Stepping into the stall, she cursed him over and over, pummeling the unit around her. When her exhaustion returned, she was panting, sliding down the wall. The water drenched her from above.
“Fuck you,” she whispered, pushing her hand between her legs. Her fingers found her clit, and she dropped her head. She rubbed hard and fast, needing release like it was her next breath. Nerves sparked down her legs, making them shake with each hard stroke of her clit. And when it wasn’t enough, she pressed her thighs closed and writhed into her hand, mimicking sex.
Imagining what Hysterian would do to her…
“Fuck you,” Alexa moaned. She tossed her head from side to side. She pinched and rolled and rocked, growing desperate. The orgasm eluded her, though, and the longer it took, the more she lost her mind.
She screamed, pretending it was the scream Hysterian threatened to coax from her.
Alexa pinched her clit, begging for the tension to end, but it only grew worse. She imagined what he would be doing to her right now if she had stayed.
‘I’ll have you stretched and spread and screaming…’
She tried to picture Raul in Hysterian’s place, but couldn’t. She didn’t want Raul.
But I can stretch myself, I can spread myself, and I can scream without him.
Alexa pushed open the shower unit and reached for the canister, bringing it into the stall with her. She put it between her legs and rubbed against it. Thick and blunt, steely, it was Hysterian, and she slumped forward with a moan.
