about is the bond and I want it so fucking badly.
I accept that he’s going to make me come.
I hate him and I hate that he’s doing this to me, but the lesser of two evils right now is keeping my shit together. When his fingers touch me, skimming down the old, ratty shirt and shoving the silky shorts down my legs until he has full access to my traitorous pussy, I almost give in to the bonding. I almost lose control and just kiss him back because why the fuck shouldn’t I lose myself to the pleasure? Why shouldn’t I give in to the power coursing through me, desperately trapped within my skin because I won’t let it touch his bond where it’s caressing me?
Then my brain comes back online and I remember all of the devastation that’s already come from my power. I cannot let myself get any stronger. I can’t become the evil that the Resistance wants me to be.
I can’t even shove him away because if I move a single muscle right now, my bond will take over me and then it’s all over. Everything I’ve worked so goddamn hard to stop, it’ll all happen and I’m not letting that happen with the worst, most arrogant and entitled of my Bonds.
He has too much experience with women, clearly, because he has no problems finding my clit, slicking a finger through my wet folds and using it to circle and stroke and work me over like a goddamned pro.
It’s almost insulting how easy it all is for him.
His fingers are merciless as he takes me higher and higher, and for a second I think he's enjoying this as much as I am.
When I break away from his lips to moan and pant, desperately fighting to control myself, he leans back in to croon in my ear, “Well? Let's see what you've got then, Poison."
As the orgasm rips through me I have to force my ability down, to keep it hidden, and the pain that comes with it burns my skin and muscles until I think I'll burst into flames for real. A sob tears out of my throat and my knees finally give out. Nox doesn’t even attempt to hold me up, his lip curling as he steps away from me, and his bond slips away from my skin as he realizes that he’s not getting what he wants from me. I slide down the wall until I’m on my knees before him, my entire body burning with the pain of holding back the bonding.
Nox scoffs at me, his voice still that same scathing, furious tone of his that cuts through my skin right down to the bone, "Fucking pathetic, Poison, you can't even bond right. You're nothing but a liability."
And then he stalks off down the hall, leaving me with my shorts around my ankles and my pride in tatters around me.
What have I done?
Okay, no, I did nothing wrong here. So why exactly do I feel like the worst goddamned person on the planet right now? I did the right thing. I didn’t bond, that was the right thing… wasn’t it? This is his fault.
A soft voice startles me out of my misery, “Miss? I can show you to your rooms."
Tears do track down my cheeks as I glance up at the maid hovering over me, pointedly not looking at my very exposed lower half. She’s younger than Evelyn was, but I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.
I lurch to my feet and get myself covered as I croak out, “Thank you, I would very much appreciate that."
She nods and waits for me to get myself back together, then leads me down the hall. My room is tucked away, about as far away from the sea views as possible, but it's quiet and private, and that's all I really need.
The maid hovers for a second after I walk in and then says, "The door locks from the inside and only Mister Draven has a copy of the key to open it. Mister North Draven, that is. You'll be... safe here, Miss Fallows."
Oh great, she's seen enough of what happened between Nox and I to be worried. "Thank you... Sorry, I'm so rude, I didn't even ask for your name."
The maid smiles and waves a hand. "Don’t worry about that, Miss. I'll be in to clean in the morning, just leave me a note if there's anything you need. Mister Draven has instructed