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I shift a little, leaning onto my elbows, studying him. Gone is the boy who kissed me at the waterfall. Gone is the boy who promised an expectation that was tarnished. Instead is a man, almost nine years later, who’s completely unrecognisable. A man who runs the First District, his father’s son through and through.
I hate how he makes me feel. How I still long for the boy from all those years ago.
“Enjoying your cell?” He smirks, raising a brow.
I look around the small square box I’m in. Just me and the concrete walls. No mattress, no toilet. Though the conditions are actually worse than my cell at the prison, the daylight that shone through the small window was a luxury I didn’t have back there. But the sun settled hours ago and now it’s almost pitch-black, just a few rays from the moon sparing light into some of the cell. Half of King’s frame is illuminated by the white glow.
“Why, wanna join me?” I tease. However, the disgust is apparent in my tone. He rolls his eyes at my sarcasm, the disgust also shining in his eyes.
I jump up onto my feet and stalk over to the bars. Gripping them, I cock my head at him, taking him in again, my dream playing on my mind.
Is the King that I knew when we were teenagers still a part of him? Puck seemed to respect him. And the way he carried me out of that prison after what happened to Puck, that wasn’t the same King who’s standing before me now.
I narrow my eyes, the confusion weighing heavily on my shoulders.
“What?” he questions when I just continue to stare at him.
I look into his eyes and see the boy from my dream, hear the whisper light in my ears.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I whisper, looking at his lips.
He takes a slow step closer.
“What?”
“You said don’t go anywhere,” I say a little bit louder. “But then you?”
Before I can continue, King’s hand reaches out and clasps my throat, and I claw at his hand through the bars, trying to alleviate the pressure on my neck, but his hand is too big and too strong. He’s squeezing so tightly that I’m gasping for breath.
Anger flashes through King’s eyes as he watches me try to catch any ounce of air that I can force into my lungs. My eyes water and I dig my nails into his hand harshly. Something seems to click into place and King releases his hold on my throat. I stumble back, falling onto my knees and rubbing at my neck to ease the slight pain that’s lingering. But I never take my eyes off King.
He runs his hands over his face, shaking himself out of whatever emotion took hold of him, and I see him.
The boy.
The boy from the waterfall.
A lone tear drips down my cheek for that boy. What happened to him?
King pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks the gate. I sit back on my heels and glance up at him as he walks towards me. He bends down, bringing his hand up to my cheek, and wipes the tear away with his thumb before trailing his hand down to my neck, gently stroking it, replacing the harsh grip with a soft caress.
He trails his hand across my shoulder and places his hand in mine, pulling me up to my feet. On shaky legs, I stand awkwardly straight and his hand leaves mine and cups my face again. I sigh into it slightly, his face moving closer and closer until our lips are inches apart.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I laugh slightly, although nothing about this is funny. How have we come full circle? I nod slowly, then look into his eyes.
“Yes,” I breathe out quietly. His lips capture mine, and the same overwhelming feelings flood my veins again, the feelings of a child almost in love wrack my body.
I melt into him, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, clinging onto him like the life raft he is. He ravages my mouth, his tongue demanding entrance regardless of permission. It battles with mine, a hunger so eager in both of us.
King’s arms unravel and slide down my body, cupping my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. Pulling away from the kiss, he bites my bottom lip, dragging it out, and as he lets it go, he bends his knees and commands, “Jump.”
And I do.I pounce off the floor and his arms flex under my ass, lifting me, and I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. He walks us to the back of the cell, shrouding us in darkness, and slams my back against the cold brick wall. A gasp, filled with pleasure and shock, escapes my lips.
King growls and captures my lips again, the bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger every second. Needing more, I grind my hips against his shaft, but there are too many layers between us.
“King,” I whimper, needing something more. Needing him.
