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Without much fuss, Aria peeled open the envelope and read the letter within. It looked like a meeting of some sorts, complete with time and location - definitely something to do with her assignment.
I knew about the assignments from my Da - knew that the Society paired people together and put them to task to complete various assignments. The assignments were usually fucked up in nature, and worse still, The Society often led them into completing the assignment by concocting some bullshit story that made The Society the victors. But then, I supposed governments had been doing something similar for centuries, so it wasn’t all that unusual. The damage came when the truth was revealed, and these good Society servants realized that they helped perpetuate a system of inequality and criminality, but by then it was too late.
“Wait?” Aria huffed in shock, “is this today?”
I couldn’t offer Aria what she needed - couldn’t smile at her and tell her that it would all be okay - not when I knew the truth, and so I sat back and allowed Raquel to offer whatever words of wisdom she deemed fit.
Raquel leaned across the table, grabbing the letter from Aria, and scanned through it. Her lips pressed together in a grim line. “I would wager that the meeting is today.”
I watched Aria exhale frantically as she checked the time.
“Shit,” she stood up in a fluid motion, her hands raked through her hair, “I have to go.”
I nodded, having nothing more to offer. I was sorry that she was experiencing the cruelty of The Society, but seeing her panicked - slightly disheveled in that moment made her seem a little more human - a little less like them, and that couldn’t be a bad thing.
Raquel and I finished our meal in silence, this time the air was fraught with tension, but I couldn’t think upon it - not when I needed to find Marissa. We both seemed to push away from the table at the same time - content to watch the other leave. I didn’t dwell on where she was going - who she was seeing. I couldn’t, not when everything seemed that much more urgent now that Aria had received a summons for assignment because it was only a matter of time before Raquel and I were issued ours.
Would they pair me with Marissa? I assumed they would, but I wasn’t privy to how their pairing system worked. And better yet - did I want to be paired with Marissa? While there was no doubt that I wanted to beinsideher -possessher -ownher, I knew that I would work far better without her by my side. It would be easier for me to scout for the information I needed if I wasn’t worrying about her - it almost would’ve been better to have a rigid Society girl who was so self-absorbed she wasn’t even aware of what I was doing.
I shook myself back into the present because while I wouldn’t necessarily want to be on an assignment with Marissa, I couldn’t imagine anyone else in my bed. I marched back to our apartment, my legs burning with urgency, my blood fueled with rage. The slow elevator ride upstairs did nothing to cool my anger, if anything, it gave me more time tothink- more time to remember how she ghosted me - how she didn’t sleep in my bed on Saturday night, nor on Sunday. Was I unclear in my expectations?
I thought about it, but each time I ran through the words I spoke as I was buried deep inside her, I became more sure that I hadn’t been unclear. I had told herexactlyhow this would go, and Marissa not only was defying me, she was avoiding me, which was un-fucking-acceptable.
By the time I stepped through the doorway of our apartment suite, I was so wired I knew that nothing short of fucking her raw wouldfixthis.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting - if I thought that she’d be waiting there for me in the kitchen - or simply waiting for me at all, and the fact that she wasn’t pissed me off even more. Did she even care that we had struck an agreement? Did she expect me to come looking for her? Or did she want to be chased? That last thought gave me pause, and while I was always up for a bit of cat and mouse, if mutual satisfaction was involved at the end of this, what Marissa did wasn’t a game I wanted to play.
I stormed the place, knowing instinctively that if she was avoiding me, she certainly wouldn’t be inmyroom. I made a beeline for her door, swinging it open without knocking, the only gratification to be found was in the fact that she hadn’t locked her room - hadn’t completely shut me out. And there she was. Her blonde hair fanning over down her back as she sat up on her bed, surprised by my sudden entry. I took her in - bare feet, tank top, and booty shorts. She was pure perfection. The room was humid, her hair still damp from her shower, and suddenly I didn’t give a fuck that I was a sweaty, bleeding mess, I just needed her on me.
“What are you doing here, Mack?” Her question wasn’t that of a shrill girl who was hysterical, her tone was even - careful as if she knew exactly the level of rage I held back.
“Did you forget about ouragreement?” I bit out the words, hating that they made meweak. “Did you forget what I told you when my cock pulsed inside of your pussy?”
I watched the tint of her cheeks redden, the blush a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “I told you,” I stepped towards her as she sucked in a breath, lowering my voice as my own desire was painted upon each word I spoke, “that as long as we were fronting - as long as we werehere, you’d be in my bedevery night.”
Her gaze widened in shock.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.” I dipped my head down, speaking the words against her lips on an exhale. Her pupils were blown with desire, her breaths suddenly became quicker, and for the first time in almost two days, I knew that she was right there with me.
“Sit on my face, Hellcat,” I grinned down at her, watching as she registered every word I had just spoken. I don’t know how I thought she was sweet and demure, but as soon as I spoke the wordhellcat, I knew it fit - it was her to a tee, even if she was filled with secrets that had the potential to get us both killed, but then, so was I.
Chapter Eighteen : Lesson Learned
Marissa
Ishould’vehatedit- hated the fact that he stood in my room demanding things from me - I should’ve hated that our agreement could be reduced to the simple act of sex itself, but I didn’t. Not when the sex wasn’t simple, when he had spent more time getting to know the curves of my body than any other man - in one goddamn night. I needed the distance because after breaking down in the shower the other night, I understood what was at stake. I couldn’t allow Mack to get under my skin - to imbed himself in my bones, because wanting him and being loyal to him andonlyhim in any physical way would be my downfall when it came to exacting vengeance. Because vengeance didn’t operate on any normal societal moral code. But I couldn’t tell him that - couldn’t very well explainwhyI had been keeping my distance, and as he stood before me, his lips hovering above mine, distance suddenly seemed like the last thing I wanted.
I knew how talented Mack was with his tongue - knew how good his stubble felt against my thighs, and even as I shook myself - told myself this was aterrible fucking idea, heat pooled below and my pussy seemed to clench in anticipation, responding to everything Mack had said.
As if lying on my bed was the most natural thing in the world, Mack spread across my comforter.
“Lose your panties and get that pretty pussy on my lips.” His instruction was spoken on a growl, and still I hesitated. I wanted to try it - wanted to explore if only to see if being on toplike thatfelt different, but I still couldn’t tell if he was serious.
“Now,Marissa.” The urgency in his tone left no doubt about the seriousness of his demand, and suddenly I was moving - my fingers slid beneath my underwear as I slid them down my legs, losing them to the bedding, and before I could even attempt to position myself, he was pulling me towards him, lifting my leg over his face. His hands gliding up to cup my ass as I faced forward on the bed, staring at his jeansthat were still on his fucking body. The fact that I was the only one naked in this equation didn’t seem fair. It was as if he was waiting for me to take in my surroundings - to mentally acknowledge that this was indeed what was happening, before he slid his palms across my hips, tugging me down closer towards his lips.
His breath warmed my clit, and I fought the urge to pull away because I didn’t know if I wanted more, or needed less, only that I wasnervous.
