“Aren’t you going to eat?” Hunter asks.
“I already ate,” she says with a forced smile. “I’ll meet you guys at practice. I’ll share the calendar with everyone, also.”
I shrug when she scurries out of the room and turn to the full coffee pot. “What the fuck is your problem?” Kip snaps at Elijah.
“Just because you want to fuck everything that moves doesn’t mean we do,” Elijah says simply. “She looks desperate enough. I’ll give it two days, and she’ll give it up.”
I turn around just in time to see Kip grab Elijah and shove him back against the counter. “Hey. Knock it off,” I say harshly. “The last thing we need is a goddamn repeat of last season. If you four want to do all of that over again with her, fine. We aren’t required to like her.”
“You aren’t required to be so fucking mean either,” Hunter says.
“I haven’t done shit,” I say.
“Oh? So, you didn’t just intentionally scare her?” Connor asks me.
“Not my fault, she is jumpy,” I say. “If she can’t handle it, she shouldn’t be here.”
“Whatever,” Connor says. “Fuck off someplace else.”
“Okay.” I shrug, grab my coffee, and go back upstairs. As I get to my bedroom door, I hear sniffling in Ari’s room. I step over and quietly push her door open more to find her with her head between her hands, with her elbows on her knees, as she sits cross-legged on the bed. I lean against the doorframe and sip on my coffee while I watch her. She is rocking herself back and forth, and I wonder if she is crazy or if I really did scare her. Should I feel bad about that? I want to check on her, because I’m not a fucking monster, but I am also not going to give the impression that I give a fuck, because I don’t. The quicker she is gone, the less likely we are to all fight again.
After a few minutes, I turn to leave. “If my choice is getting hurt again or leaving, I’ll leave,” she says before I can get more than a step out of the door. I turn back and step into the room to see that she is standing now. Her eyes are red and puffy. I set my cup on the table by the door before walking toward her. She automatically steps back against the wall but keeps eye contact with me. “I’ll scream if you put your hands on me.”
She presses herself back against the wall as I place my hands on either side of her so that we are inches apart. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkle from the unshed tears. When one breaks free and rolls down her cheek, I gently swipe it away with my thumb.
“If you are looking for fear, you won’t find any,” she says quietly. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be,” I say. “This is going to go one of two ways, Ari. Either you pack your shit and run back to the Titans, or I’ll have you on your knees for me.”
“I don’t beg,” she says bitterly.
“Oh, but you will,” I say softly. “They all do.”
“Get out of my room,” she demands.
“You look so brave with tears in your eyes, Ari. Will you cry for me when I have my cock down your throat?” I ask, leaning in to whisper in her ear. When I pull back, she slaps me across the face. Fire sears my skin, and I grin. She has a hell of a hit for being so tiny.
“Get out,” she growls. “Now.”
“See you at practice,” I say as I scan her body. I make note of how her legs are pressed together and grin. “You should take care of how turned on you are. I’d hate for you to be distracted from your job.”
“Out,” she says again, pointing to the door.
The anger in her eyes lacks fear, and that just won’t do. She is tougher than I gave her credit for, but everyone breaks if you bend them far enough.
Chapter Three
Arianna
Who in the fuckdoes he think he is? He thinks I’ll beg for him? Fuck him. I don’t care if it gets me killed; I’m not running. I’m not hiding. I am here to do a job, and goddamn it, I’m going to do it.
I think what pisses me off the most is that his filthy words had my body responding instantly. He doesn’t look at me with pity. He doesn’t see the scars or the ailments. He ignores my anger and speaks his mind. Why does he have to be so fucking sexy on top of all that? As soon as he left the room, I shut the door and got my favorite toy out. Now, I am lying on my bed cursing myself. I am trying to convince myself not to get myself off to him, but there is no fucking way I can go to that practice being this turned on. What is wrong with me that a man talks like that and I swoon?
I push the toy into my pussy, and it presses nicely against my G-spot as the outer portion covers my clit. I preemptively cover my mouth before turning it on. Right away, it starts vibrating as it sucks my clit. Warmth spreads through my body, and I press my legs together. I should know better by now than to do that because when I do, it quickly bumps it up to its highest setting. The vibration and suction become so intense that I pinch my nose closed and roll to my belly to bury my face in my pillow as I scream through a blinding orgasm. My body is stiff, and I can’t function enough to turn it off, so it continues to rapidly pull orgasms out of me. I have enough wherewithal not to openly moan, but it feels so damn good. Suddenly, my arousal floods out of me when a massive orgasm breaks free. My body relaxes for just long enough that I can hit the power button and relax. I can’t let myself fall asleep, so I make myself get up so I can strip my bed and change the sheets.
I can’t leave the room to clean the toy or wash my bedding, so I have to wait for them to leave. I get dressed for the day before sitting at my small desk and working on the schedule. When I know they have left for practice, I hurry to the bathroom and clean the toy before taking my bedding to the basement. Once I have that started, I go back upstairs to get my bag.
When I step into my room, I hear footsteps behind me. I spin around to find that it’s Elijah. When I quickly shut my door, he narrows his eyes at me. That toy is sitting on my bed because I hadn’t put it back in its discreet box for safekeeping.
