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As much as I still wanted to be gentle, the animal inside of me escaped the cage.
Over and over, I fucked that tight pussy of hers not ever wanting to stop. The carnal need to merge my body with hers overpowered every other emotion. Her tight muscles constricted around me as she cried out another orgasm. Her body moved with mine, milking me toward my own release.
Never had I truly felt like I belonged in the arms of one particular woman until this moment. Yes, I fucked her with lust and passion, but there was so much more. We were at battle and stationed on the same side. We had a common enemy, a common goal, and a common prize at the end.
Montgomery said we would be a team. He knew exactly what this felt like, and I had chosen at the time to ignore, even fight against it.
But now.
This moment.
I didn’t want to have another soldier beside me except for Portia Collins.
12
Portia
The walls were closing in, causing complete madness.
It was the only way to describe what was occurring between me and Sully. We went from hate to… well, something completely opposite, in a matter of days, hours, even minutes. It was like a yo-yo of emotions, and I didn’t know how to process it. I could only imagine he might be feeling something similar. I most certainly couldn’t read him, or even understand him no matter how hard I tried.
Today… he was weird. Distant, but not mean. We were awkward, but not cold.
I had been in the bathroom getting ready for tonight’s Trial. Neither of us even had a clue as to what it would be since I had been given a sage green dress that reached mid-thigh. It wasn’t slutty, and considering I was usually naked, I was considering it a win. Though who knew in this place. I knew better than to take anything for granted.
“Easy access,” Sully had murmured, running the tips of his fingers underneath the hem and brushing my ass. I shivered, but otherwise chose to ignore the comment rather than snapping back with some witty comeback. I was figuring out I didn’t need to always fight back when it came to him. I much preferred the white flag that waved between us as of late.
As I was applying my lipstick in the bathroom, I heard a knock on the door and then Mrs. Hawthorne’s voice entered the room. I considered leaving the bathroom to greet her but chose to put my ear to the door and spy instead since I could hear she and Sully were already in conversation.
“You need to be nicer to that girl,” she lectured. “She deserves more than being treated like an animal.”
“With all due respect, Mrs. H—”
“That’s the problem, laddie,” she interrupted sharply. “You don’t show anyone any respect at all. I get it. You’re going through a lot with your father’s death and all, and so I’m trying to give you and your poor attitude a long leash before I pull it back in. But don’t think for a second I won’t. Just because you’re a grown man, doesn’t mean I won’t box your ears.”
“My father has nothing to do with my poor attitude.”
I could hear them both clearly, but even so, I wished I could see the standoff between them.
“Your father has everything to do with how you behave, and trying to ignore that fact isn’t doing you any favors,” she said.
I heard a deep sigh come from Sully; a sound I was getting quite used to. “Mrs. H… I really need to get ready for tonight.”
“Yes, you do. Which is why I’m here. Tonight is going to test the both of you, and you need to be there for that girl. She needs you. You need her.”
“I get it.”
“I don’t think you do, Sully. You put up this wall, but the Order is going to break it one way or the other. I just don’t want you to destroy that poor girl in the process.”
“I have no intention of hurting her. And for the record, I’m trying to be nicer.”
“Well, try harder,” Mrs. H said. “All I’m seeing is an ass. You’re better than that. You always have been. Don’t become your father.”
“I’m nothing like my father,” Sully barked.
“I beg to differ, sonny. You’ll let the darkness from his soul enter yours if you aren’t careful. You better learn to silence those vices of yours and how to soothe the hate in your veins.”
There was a short period of silence, and I wondered if Mrs. Hawthorne had left the room, but then heard her speak again.
“Stop fighting everyone, Sully. We aren’t all your enemies.”
“You would fight if you were in my position as well.”
“You aren’t the first young man to be going through this. But you are the first one to have such a foul disposition about it.”
