Page 22 of Storm

Maybe it’s me I hate. Fuck.

One thing the hollows got right was letting Melek have me. In a lot of ways, this man is my match. Sometimes, I think that, in different circumstances, if he didn’t have the power of a whole army under him, if he wasn’t on the Halo Council, if he didn’t grow up in this cesspool of vitriol and destruction, maybe he could’ve been a better man.

When it all gets too much and he has me pinned to his chest each night, keeping me so close I cannot escape, I like to imagine he’s the Melek who is kind and gracious. The Melek who wouldn’t hurt a worm. The Melek who is a lightning farmer. A man Nix would’ve been happy for me to partner with.

My thoughts get the better of me as I bob up and down, sucking and spinning my hands to please the consuming commander before me.

Gripping my hair, he lifts my head up. I clench my jaw at the pain. “Hmmm,” he grumbles as he brings his face down to mine. “What’s going on in there?”

His mouth is inches from mine. I can smell the alcohol on his lips, along with the soft spice and woodsy scent he carries after working up a sweat. My thighs instinctively clench, a slight leaking from my core—traitorous whore.

“I’m thinking how best to please you, sir.”

That undoes him. His belly begins to rumble, and he laughs obnoxiously. “Fuck, wife, you always know how to get me going. Get on the bed. I’ll give you something to think about.”

He pulls me up by the hair. An ache travels up my scalp that feels deserved for wanting what comes next. Unclasping my hair, he throws me onto the bed. The softness of our dark comforter braces my fall.

Standing over me with one hand on his cock, lazily stroking, his eyes blown black, he shoots out another demand. “Take off your clothes, slut.”

Oh, here we go.

When Melek loses himself, he will often let go of using wife. Joke’s on him. It was never a term of endearment. Just a prison.

I try to make quick work of the simple slip. A stark contrast to the harshness of the man standing before me and the room we are within. Monochrome greys, blacks, and brass—Halo colours—contrast our sleeping quarters. Two golden wall sconces highlight my body from our bedhead. Releasing the buttons, I slip my arms out and let the material pool down my front, lifting my bottom to wiggle out of the rest of the dress. With no bra underneath, my breasts spill forth, nipples peaked, and I sit back down, removing my underwear.

Panties now firmly in hand, Melek’s burning desire heats every corner of the large room. Leaning a knee on the bed, he comes straight for me.

Thickly veined biceps leading into strong, capable hands pin me down on either side, his lower body holding me firmly in place, muscles so stocky I want to bite. The weight of him is an aphrodisiac to my sickened mind. He grinds his cock over my pussy—once, twice, and on the third time, I cannot help but moan loudly. I’m greeted with the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen. “My little whore,” Melek growls, and takes my underwear out of my hand, placing them against his nose and inhaling deeply.

Eyes the colour of burgeoning rain clouds ready to combust look down at me. The longer we hold contact like this, the more I feel like we are clashing without touching. The weight of our heaviness is about to explode.

It’s only a matter of time.

Leaning in, the whisper of his lips glides against my jaw, roughened stubble prickling my skin. His mouth lulls me into a false sense of security before his expansive palm grasps my wrists together in a vice.

I let out a pent-up inhale, sinking into the mattress further as his face comes back into view of mine, hovering overhead, watching. A monster in disguise, chiselled cheeks honed by immorality.

Melek’s eyes are blown wide, his pupils dilated and fixed. With his free hand, he pockets the simple cotton underwear. Ducking his head back down, he finds my earlobe and nips, sending my body into a spasm. I hold tight, my muscles gripping, keeping me steady. In any other life, he would be the perfect specimen, which is a problem unto itself.

This dance we play each night is a battle of wills. Who will fall first? Who will give in to the other? As far as he knows, he has me. I bowed, caving to his touch, after all. Melek still discerns he doesn’t have my heart, and that plays on his mind. He is the conqueror. My husband is not happy until he’s fully plundered and destroyed every inch of territory. Unfortunately, I’m unable to give it to him. The fucker didn’t know what he was doing when he took me as his wife.

He saw a challenge, a young slut to fuck in his spare time, and I saw everything I wanted to destroy wrapped into a pretty package and delivered right at my feet. It may have taken me a year and three days to come to grips with my new life, but I eventually saw the prize I was handed through the thick haze of grief and self-loathing.

“I can already smell how wet you are for me. Don’t deny it.” He tugs with teeth. I squirm. The dance continues.

“Why would I deny it when I know your cock is just as desperate?”

Melek chuckles, his hot breath licking over my skin as he works his way to my nipples and bites. A small yelp leaves my lips when he pulls. A delicious burn forms on my skin, heating all the way to my core, my pussy leaking right on cue as his free hand shifts my thighs wide open, lazily teasing the inseam of my leg where my smooth skin turns coarser with hair.

“Argh… Fuck you, Melek.” The words come out without warrant. I almost wish I didn’t say them. Almost.

An angrily splintering gaze meets mine. “What did you say, slut?”

Trying to push back at his hand holding mine, I puff out air, glaring. “Fuck you. You mean nothing to me. You’ll never—Argh, fuck.” I end with a grunt as I’m impaled on Melek’s cock, hard and fast.

This is nothing new. Us teasing. Us hate fucking. Us pushing—constantly pushing. Grunting loudly, he hits my cervix. Melek’s cock is too big to be rough like this without proper foreplay. I’m too tight. He draws out slowly, his free hand on my waist in a bruising grip that grounds me to him. My back bows, lip catching between my teeth.

Fucking hell, why does this feel so good and bad at the same damn time?