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Everything seems so near to me regardless of the distance I’m keeping from her. The sweat trickling over her skin, the desperation of the mewls in my ears, the moans and groans for more, or perhaps less. She’s ten feet away and yet I can almost feel her losing herself under my fingers, feel the bite of her words whispering dirt and grime.
For the first time here, I’m becoming unable to stop myself getting lost with her.
But there’s still no answer from her lips.
Chapter 3
Hannah
The sudden sound of erratic footfalls coming at me makes me focus somehow from my daze. He’s purposeful, as he travels. Loud, as his hands reach for my leg. The buckle on my ankle gets unlatched, the other leg unstrapped just as efficiently. I don’t know why. Maybe he’s trying to be my hero again.
I laugh at the thought and try shrugging him off me. Why unstrap me? I wasn’t forced here. I let Malachi do it, perhaps hoping for more of the hedonism that makes me forget.
“Stop,” mutters out of me. He doesn’t. He starts unbuckling my arms and grumbling under his breath about something. “Gray, stop.” My body’s hitched to him harshly, one arm going under my legs to lift me off the ground.
“Don’t ever try baiting me again, Malachi,” he snarls, as he walks me towards the door.
Baiting?
Swift strides. Fast. We’re out into the brighter hallway before I even catch up with what’s happening, his feet travelling up the steps away from the other two. I look back, watching Malachi smirking about something. The woman, Faith I assume, moves towards him and laughs.
“Put me down, Gray.”
“No. You’re going home.”
Every inch of the energy I have inside me explodes. I shrug and scratch, bending my body to force him to stop or let go. I’m not going home. No fucking way am I leaving until I’m ready to.
“Get off me.”
“No.”
Another rally of movement bursts from me, my legs and arms kicking and fighting until I’m breathless from trying. Still, he keeps me clamped tightly and carries on through the halls.
The walls and doors and corridors blur in my frenzy, but nothing seems to stop him from going backwards. I’m not going backwards. Backwards is my apartment and memories. I don’t want it or them. I want that room and this place and more.
I sag, think, keep fighting to try and find a way out of his clasped hold. Nothing. And then my legs weave around his waist, gripping tightly to get me in front of his face, and I do the only thing I’ve got left.
The second my mouth meets his he stops his movement. Firm lips clamp closed under my own, as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I shrug in tighter at the feel of them, using my body to weave in closer, and soften my mouth. Quiet lips. Loose on his. Relaxed. My tongue flicks over the warmth of his mouth, slowly moving to tempt it open. A kiss. Deep. Sensual. I want that from him. I want touch. Pain maybe. I don’t know.
My back hits a wall harshly and the shock of it makes me groan onto his mouth. A puff of air labours out of me, my eyes flying open at the impact, and yet still his lips are firm and closed, refusing to open for me. I pull back away from them and roll my shoulders into the wall, grating them back and forth on the hard surface. Everything’s hard. His body, too. Solid.
I giggle and let my hands roam the back of his neck, thumbs trailing along his cheek and jaw, as my crotch rubs against his stomach muscles. Tight. Firm. My tongue rolls over my lips, wetting them. So handsome. Especially with this unyielding stare and the usual callous eyes.
“Why won’t you let Malachi have me?”
No answer. Nothing but more staring, his eyes occasionally going to my lips and his hands holding my ass firmly.
“You could watch. Enjoy it. Did you jack off last time?” Still nothing apart from his chest heaving in and out and his eyes staring. I back up a bit and slide my hand inside his jacket, reaching for that pot of pills. “Maybe you’re pent up.” My lips move in again, fluttering over his, as I unscrew the cap. “I want to see that happen, watch you as you watch me.”
One swipe of my tongue over his lips again and I feel him shift me slightly, lowering me until I’m resting on his groin. I groan at the feel of his cock hard against me, widening my legs to get it right where I want it. Another groan from me, my head tilting back as I slide myself on the rigid width and delve a finger into the pot. White, pink, orange. What does it matter? The pill slips into my lips between us and I swallow it down, another pill left on the seam of his. He won’t take it, though.
Silly.
I suck it into my mouth, swallowing it down too. “You should learn to relax, Gray. Kiss me if you want to.”
He drops me the moment I’ve said the last of it and I slump to the ground, my hands gripping the wall for stability. The pill pot tumbles from my grip, a few of them spilling onto the floor.
“I can’t, Hannah,” he says, sharply.
