Her eyes snap towards me so quickly that for a moment I think she’ll hit me, but the fire and disgust in her eyes recede quickly.
It’s sad that she still caught herself too late.
“It appears I’ve been mistaken.” I retreat for now but not completely. “It just all seems so strange to me you know… Never mind that. I hear you’ve been close to one of Taiga’s men since the incident.”
This time, though her expression remains calm, her little hands have balled themselves into tight fists. It’s information anyone can get through the grapevine. How the Ambrose girl has been visiting one of Taiga’s men in the hospital almost every day. A strange reaction considering how she refuses now to shake hands with any other man in the state.
“I suppose it’s true that the damsels are quick to fall for their saviour.” This time I can’t help the smile that lights my face, “He must have protected you very well.”
She steps back with wide eyes and I know immediately, I’ve hit the mark.
“Christian Adler, was it?” I step forward and she steps back again. This time the fear in her eyes is a much clearer thing. It puts a damper on my fun and makes my prodding so inanely boring. Though what else can I expect from a ruined woman who can no longer bear a man’s touch?
Interest lost, I can only fixate on the man in question.
Christian Adler. A name supposedly known to most in the state over.
So you’re the man who’s so bold.
This conversation at least, was good for confirming what I’d already pieced together.
“To know that he protected the woman my brother thought of so often…” I turn away, dismissing her with a polite wave goodbye.
“I’ll be sure to thank him personally.”
Chapter 15
Reuben
Seattle is only just beginning to heal from the tragedy aboard the Millenium Star cruise ship.
Recently, it’s been going by a lot of names: the Drayton Heist, the Drayton Massacre… and in our most recent attempts to steer the name away from Camille’s family, the Millenium Massacre.
By the end of this week, Father has made sure it’ll be the documented name of the event. Without his assistance, Camille’s family would have been ruined indefinitely… but at least now they can only expect a dip in profits for a year or two.
Christian has been spending the last two weeks healing dutifully, courtesy of myself, really. Because the moment he woke up from his fight with Olsen, I made sure to handcuff him to his bed in the med ward.
He has a grievance against keeping still, so drastic measures were necessary… It was also a unanimous decision within the team.
I still remember his face then, the quiet glare in his eyes and his energy. Ever since I locked eyes with him in the ring, I swear I’ve been losing my mind. His colours from that fight—I see it in my fucking dreams. The shades of madness and ferocity, of reds and oranges and yellows—like a monster that’d grown bored pacing its cage, suddenly consumed with a desperate and unfiltered need toplay.
It makes me so fucking hard.
I spit a curse before rolling over in bed, but it's too late. Once he gets beneath my skin, I can't get him out unless I physically beat him out. So I sit up at the edge of the bed with a racing pulse, I reach into my pants and expose my cock to the night air, and I imagine his lips on me. His tongue. His throat. I imagine him kneeling before me while I plug his mouth. Looking up at me with those pretty fucking eyes. A blue that looks like crystals.
But more than that, I want to see the lust in his energy. In that pretty fucking aurora of his that showcases all his emotions.
When he's seizing up and gagging on my cock in my fantasies, I can't help but shiver with need.
I cum the hardest when he can't escape. When he tries to fight me and I force myself inside him. When I use him until he submits to me. Forcefully changing those colours to lust and need. Emptying my balls inside him. Until he begs me to stop. Until he cries.
His energy's so fucking pretty when he cries.
I stroke my cock wildly at the thought of him, with bruised thighs, ass full with my cock, covered in teeth marks and whispering my name. My other hand massages my balls and I can hear his voice in my ears, feel his hand in my hair—
“Fuck—”I come with a grunt and an orgasm that sings up my spine.
For a few moments, it's just enough… but when the haze clears it’s not enough at all.
