Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I grunt, picking it up. The feeling is bittersweet. I was the only man to ever have her, but I took her like a beast in the fucking stairs. I shake my head at myself as I slide the condom and wrapper into my pocket.
Upstairs in my bathroom, I clean my wrist, carefully dabbing at the skin torn by the handcuffs. I had to rip the railing off to break free and by the time I got downstairs she was gone. While I’m drying up, my phone rings. I ignore it. It’s The Leader and I have nothing good to report. I look at myself in the mirror and shake my head.
Has she done this kind of thing to others? Seduced men to trap them? I know she didn’t fuck them, I have the evidence of that, but maybe she does other things. Is this a regular thing and I don’t know about it? Is it possible that this is The Insurgence’s strategy? To take our weapons little by little?
No.
I don’t want to think about her with other men, using them the same way she did me. This meant something to her. I know it did. I wasn’t alone in that stairwell, and I felt it just as much as she did.
I press at my nose and wince. I can’t believe how hard she hit me this morning. She’s a little thing, but someone must have taught her to fight. I don’t like imagining who that might have been, so instead I focus on the image of her riding my cock. She’s feisty.
Feisty is not an approved feminine trait for a partner. But I can’t help it. I’m hard again just thinking about her. What I want is Sylvia. Not just in my bed, but as a mate. I marked her and I won’t let anybody else get their hands on her.
She has none of the traits that officially suit me. The Regime would deem her undesirable, but I’ve never seen a woman I want more. Needed more.
I go to my small living room and slump down on the sofa staring at the wall. I’m toast. No other woman will suit me. I don’t want anybody else. When I sank into her I was simply done in. One moment I despised her, the next moment I was flooded with tenderness. But she ran so fast I didn’t even get the chance to get her off. That’s the part of it that really makes me crazy. She needs me to bring her over edge, and I’m not going to let that shit go. Like a caged beast, I cross the room and punch a hole in the wall. How could I let that woman get away without getting her off first? I feel shame at not giving her the same pleasure she gave me.
Well, I’m just going to have to take care of that. I’m going to hunt her down and make her cum so hard she will be utterly spoiled for anybody else. I’m going to wear her out and still make her beg for more. Fuck. I have to have her now.
The phone rings again. I’m going to have to answer it eventually, so I close my eyes and pick it up.
“Chalmers here.”
“What the fuck is this I am seeing on the closed circuit? You and the Insurgent that caused the scene this morning outside your apartment? Is she in custody or not?” The Leader shouts into the phone.
“No, sir. It wasn’t her. Mistaken identity. This one had a very similar appearance. I took her inside to question her, but I determined it was not the Insurgent we’re after.”
“Well, who the fuck was she?” he demands.
“Just another Insurgent, high as a kite, wandering the government district. No risk that I could assess. I released her back into the wild.” I was lying through my perfect white teeth. If anyone knew I was lying and had let a wanted Insurgent go free, with two of my weapons, I could be dragged before a court and sentenced to years in a place called The Pit. Nobody wanted to go there. I myself had never seen The Pit, and I never wanted to.
“You’re on thin ice, Chalmers. I’m bringing you in for an arrangement,” he says. “Tomorrow, eight a.m. My office.”
“Sir, I hardly think this is the time to discuss my marital status—”
He cut me off. “Are you contradicting me? Is it time for a re-education as well?”
“No, sir,” I say through gritted teeth. The thought of another woman is only making my anger grow. There is only room for one woman in my life and she’s all consuming.
“Good to hear. Let’s get you settled with a wife and maybe your head will get on straight. You’re one of our best and frankly, I can’t have any more sloppy work from you. I think the right match will shore you up.”