spiralled through me as I stared into the depths of her dark and secretive eyes, spilling myself deep inside her while she watched me fall apart for her. And fall for her at the same time. Because I was a goner. Fucking ruined by this girl. She'd tortured me, cursed me and now she'd claimed me too. And I didn't give a fuck anymore about trying to stop wanting her. I'd possibly just thrown away everything I'd ever owned for this girl. I could end up in a cell in Darkmore for what I'd done here today. And I found I didn't care about that nearly as much as I should have.
I pulled out of her and she turned around, that satisfied smile still on her face as she reached out and tucked my dick away for me.
The smile soon turned to concern though and her fingers ran down my cheek for a second before she caught my hand and tugged me into the flow of water still running from one of the showers. She tucked herself against me as the water washed over us and I just stared and stared at this naked goddess who now owned me. And who I still didn't own a piece of in return.
I healed the cut on her lip, the bite on her shoulder and the bruises I’d marked her with while she washed the blood from my body and started looking at me differently. Not with disgust or hate, with something close to gratitude. Maybe something close to like. But I was probably just getting my hopes up on that one. I was still the asshole who’d thrown her in the hole even if she did lust for me.
"You rescued me, boss man," she said, her lashes fluttering as she looked up at me in a way that seemed genuine for once. My throat just bobbed as I tried to respond to that. I apparently couldn't form any words though so I just grunted, not confirming it or denying it. "And now we're in trouble. Can you...get us out of it?" She bit her lip as she looked between the dead bodies surrounding us and I slid my arm around her waist, drawing her close so my lips grazed her ear.
"You don't have to worry about anything," I promised and I felt the mark of the curse thrumming happily and that shit actually started to glow, drawing her attention as it claimed me deeper. As she claimed me deeper.
Her fingers grazed over the silver vines reaching across my shoulder, but we didn't have time to discuss it. My mind was finally sharpening, coming down from the high of murdering ten Fae then losing myself to the most beautifully captivating girl I'd ever known. And there was one truth that rang clearer in my mind than anything else. I am so fucked.
I looked around at the carnage as Twelve gazed at her torn off underwear floating in the water with a worried frown. I put a plan together in my mind then shot away from her out of the locker room into the gym, snatching up some of the heaviest weights and a weight bar before shooting back into the showers with Rosalie. Her lips were parted and fear flashed in her eyes.
Fuck, did she think I'd actually abandoned her?
I shot toward her, resting my forehead to hers for half a second that I didn’t have to waste. But for the sake of wiping that suspicion from her eyes, I would.
"I got you," I swore and she frowned at me in confusion before I sped away again, wetting the weights in blood and ramming one end of the bar into Two Hundred's back. Some of the stronger inmates could have caused this kind of massacre with weapons. It wouldn’t seem too suspicious.
I burned the remains of her underwear then grabbed Rosalie's jumpsuit and my uniform. I used my fire magic to dry them quickly before throwing her over my shoulder while she gasped in surprise. I raced into the locker room, placing her down and using my fire magic to dry her body while she rested her hands against my bare shoulders. I dried myself off too then pulled her jumpsuit on, practically flipping her over my shoulder again as I didn't let her help, doing it in less than a second. When she stood before me, dry with a grin playing around her mouth, I pulled on my own clothes, hurriedly doing