by Alexa Riley
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.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and hang up the phone.
An arrangement. This isn’t simply pressure anymore. I’m going to be under orders to get married. But that’s not going to happen, and I have less than 24 hours to sort out what to do.
I get up, shower, and toss back some coffee because sleep is now out of the question. I hate washing Sylvia off me, but I plan on getting it back very soon. The first order of business is to get my weapons back. Second, make that hot little rebel pay for what she did to me. Payback includes getting between her legs and driving her absolutely insane for me until she cums over and over for me.
Chapter Seven
Sylvia
I shake as I unlace my combat boots. I am no longer a virgin. And what do I have to show for it? A couple of handguns? Sadness and anger roll over me. Worse, I‘m even lonelier than before.
How dare he do this to me? Who the fuck does he think he is?
The more I think about him and his hot, well-fed body and clear skin and perfect hair and huge, hulking shoulders, the more shame I feel. If I was ever going to give up my cherry, it was supposed to be with one of my own kind. Not one of the oppressors. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Bo watches me from the couch. He’s barely awake, but he’s still keeping one eye on me. We walked a lot afterwards and I was grateful he was such a trooper. He never begs for food but is grateful for the occasional scraps he gets. Just like I am. Correction, just like I used to be.
I stand and fiddle with my stereo to find some music to clear my head. I can’t listen to anything punk right now. It’s only a reminder of what I set out to do by punching him in the face, and where I ended up—on his cock.
I’m falling for one of them. This couldn’t be worse, but somehow when I close my eyes and I picture his face, my heart calms. I hate that he does that to me, makes me want something I shouldn’t.
There’s a banging on my door and my eyes pop open.
“Open up. Official business,” Brad barks. My heart starts to pound.
Fuck, how did he find me? Jesus, am I this easy to track down normally? I go to the door and stand in front of it, holding my hand against it like it might actually do something to stop him from getting in. He’s twice my size, if he wants in, he’s getting in.
“Go away,” I yell back at him, but the effort is feeble.
“No.”
No? Nobody says no to me. I wait a second, but I can hear him breathing heavily on the other side of the door.
“How did you find me?” I ask, stalling for time.
“Closed circuit cameras are everywhere. All I have to do is log in to them.”
That doesn’t make sense. “We’ve disabled all the cameras on this street,” I say, cursing myself. I must have missed one.
He laughed. “Oh, have you, now? Let me in, Sylvia. I want to talk to you.”
I know I have to let him in before anybody overhears us talking. I unlock the padlock and open the door.
Why does the sight of him make all my tension go away? Why does his presence calm every crazy thought in my head? The loneliness is fading away again.
“Where does your keycard go?” he asks, genuinely curious as his sharp eyes scan my door.
“I don’t have that kind of technology,” I say with a shrug.
“You should have a better security system,” he says, pushing past me and coming inside.
He closes the door and flips the locks before turning around to stalk toward me. The intensity in his eyes and the way he’s looking me up and down…I know what he’s here for. He’s either going to kill me or throw me down and fuck me. I’m fine with either option. If he kills me, at least I won’t have to live with the shame of wanting someone I shouldn’t.
“What do you want?” I ask, trying to sound tougher than I feel.
“My weapons.”
“I don’t have them,” I say, crossing my arms.
“Where are they?” He sweeps his arm around the small of my back and pulls me toward him.
I don’t like that he just takes charge of me, but the spark his hands ignite on my body is undeniable.
“Why do you care? You have the entire government on your side. Get them to issue new ones.” I spit the words back at him, ignoring the growing pulse between my legs. My body is melting into his and I don’t know how long I can keep up this tough-guy act.
“You’re right,” he says after a moment of staring me down. “I didn’t come here for my weapons.”
“Then what do you want?!” I shout.
“To claim you.”
Before I know what’s happening, he’s throwing me over his shoulder and walking over to my bed. He tosses me onto the mattress and pulls my shorts off me before I can protest.
“The reason you’re so mad at me right now is because I need to eat your pussy,” he says, pushing my legs apart.
“What?” I ask in shock as he kneels down, getting close to my sex.
“You need to get off. You’re frustrated as fuck right now, and I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re not so pissed off.”
> I know by the look on his face, the dark look in his caveman eyes, that he means it.
Chapter Eight
Brad
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?” I growl as I toss her shorts to the floor. I hate the idea of her walking around without anything on under her shorts. It’s one less layer between her and other men.
“Panties? Those are for the privileged class,” she seethes at me, even though I know she’s aching for my touch. I’ll calm her down.
“Take your top off. I want to stare at your tits while I eat your pussy,” I snarl at her. I’m still a little on edge.
It took me hours to find her, and now here she is in front of me and my heart finally begins to calm. My body is wound tight and my cock is beyond help at this point, but my soul is at peace now I’m with her again. I feel like I can breathe again knowing she’s okay and I can be next to her to make sure she stays that way.
I watch her as she does as I ask, even though her insolent little chin challenges me. Goddamn, I want to flip her over and spank her ass red. But the scent of her pussy is too good, and my mouth is watering for a taste. I’m starving for her.
“All of this is mine now,” I say, looking at her bare pussy, with its pink, wet lips. I lean down and press my lips to it, giving it a soft kiss.
“You don’t own me,” she retorts, but it comes out more like a question.
“I’m about to,” I say as I open my mouth over her cunt and taste heaven.
My hands move under her ass and I lift her off the mattress so I can feast on all she has to give me. Her sweet nectar covers my lips and chin as I make a meal out of her.
“This pussy is mine,” I say, reminding her who she belongs to. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes!” she cries out, when my tongue delves between her folds and into her tight opening.
I lick my way up to her clit. It’s hard and pulsating, begging for attention. When I graze my teeth over it, a switch inside her flips and she cries out my name. She grabs my hair and grips it tight as her hips rock against my mouth and she fucks my face. She’s taking her own pleasure and I relish it. She can use me and take whatever she wants as long as she keeps making those little sounds that have my dick leaking cum all over myself.
I drink in all of her while grabbing her ass and staring at her big tits. They move as I eat her, and it gets my cock even harder. I’ve never tasted something so good before, and I think I could get myself off just eating her out. I hum my appreciation for it, and the vibrations travel up her sex.
Her body is wound tight from the wait to cum, and she shakes with anticipation.
“Brad,” she whines, and her eyes pop open to look at me.
“Shh. I’ve got you, baby,” I say, knowing she’s about to break into a million pieces.
With one firm stroke of my tongue and a flick against her clit, she completely shatters. Her back arches up and she moans loudly as she cums for me.
Knowing I’m likely the first man to get her off makes my dick impossibly harder. I want to be the first and only.
Forever.
Chapter Nine
Sylvia
This man. Oh my god. I felt him from my toes to my eyelashes. What had he just done to me? My body feels like it’s floating. I want to lie here forever, lost in this moment, feeling whole and satisfied.
I lie helpless on the bed, staring up at the cracks in the ceiling, unable to speak. I’m not sure if I’m even able to breathe. Before I know what’s happening, Brad is beside me, pulling me close and kissing me. I taste myself on him, and somehow it’s the most intimate thing we’ve done. This kiss is tender and not angry like the ones we shared in the stairwell of his building.
His hands explore my curves and send waves of aftershocks through me. He must feel it too as he strips off his clothes and continues to explore my body.
This is it. Game over. All of my walls are crumbling. He’s holding me like nobody ever has and I’m falling for him. A part of me is worried because I know we come from two different worlds. How could we ever make this work? But the biggest part right now is the one savoring the feeling of being in his arms, and that part thinks this will all be okay. That we can do this. Fight whatever we need to so we can be together.
I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts my face to meet his gaze. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
And then I say the thing I’ve never admitted to anyone. “I’m scared.”
He looks at me and nods. “I’ll figure this out. It’s going to be okay,” he reassures me.
And then, the tears. Fuck me. I’ve never cried in front of anyone, at least not since I was a little girl. But they aren’t tears of sadness, but relief. Brad holds me in his arms for a long time. Our naked bodies press together as he strokes my hair. At some point I drift off to sleep, enjoying the feeling of being safe for once in my life, knowing he’ll protect me.
Chapter Ten
Brad
She told me she was scared, and I didn’t know what to do. All I knew is that I wanted to make a world for her where that wasn’t a reality, so I held her and tried to comfort her in my clumsy way. I don’t know if that was the right thing to do, but all I could think to do was put my arms around her until she fell asleep. Keep her safe.
Her body is fit snugly next to mine, her dark brown curls lie against my shoulder. I fell asleep with the scent of her hair in my lungs. She’s it for me. She’s perfect, and now with the sun streaming across her body, I ache to sink into her.
I watch her sleep as I spread her legs and climb on top of her. Her warm center is ready when I rub the tip of my cock against it to test her wetness. Her face is still and peaceful as I slowly work my way in, in and out, slowly gaining ground.
My bare cock in her unprotected pussy is heaven, and I won’t even pretend that I thought about a condom this time. No, I snuck into her cunt raw and needy, and she’s going to ease the ache in my balls. I held my release all night, and I can’t wait any longer.
She begins to stir as I slide my cock all the way in as far as I can go.
“Shhh,” I murmur, reaching between us and gently stroking her clit with the pad of my thumb. Steady and softly I rub it while using her pussy to suck me off.
“Brad,” she moans as she spreads her legs wider but doesn’t open her eyes.
I keep fucking her, building up my load while getting her off. This time when I cum inside her, I want her creaming me too.
My cock throbs as every inch of her cunt squeezes me. Her body is lax, but she’s close to orgasm, and just before she cums her eyes flutter open and she cries out my name again.
I hold myself still as deep as I can go as I empty the weight of my release into her. Her pussy pulses over and over while I gently pet her clit. She’s sopping wet as her own release opens her up and begs me to fuck her again.
When she focuses her gaze on me, her legs lock around mine and her dark eyes are hooded. “Don’t pull out,” she whispers.
It’s too late for that, but I don’t tell her. Instead, I fuck her again, and when I give her my second load, she’s wide awake and staring down at where we’re joined. She watches me fill her up and it gets her off. She cums on me, too, knowing that I didn’t wear a condom, and I sure as fuck didn’t pull out.
I’m in so much trouble, I think, as I roll us over so she’s lying on my chest and my cock is still inside her. There’s no safe way out of this for us. I’ve fallen for her, and obviously I can’t kill her now. I never want to be with anybody else, and I don’t want anyone else touching what’s mine. I don’t care if she changes her mind and hates my guts and everything I stand for. But if I’m honest, I don’t even know what I stand for anymore. I just want to be with her and in bed with her for the rest of my life. And I need to find a way to make that happen.
When she sits up and looks down at me, I’m relieved to see there’s no regret in her eyes.
“I’m hungry. I’m going to get dressed and go downstairs to chec
k my mailbox. You stay here.” She winks at me before hopping off my cock, but I grab her wrist as she reaches for her clothes.
“Why are you going to get the mail if you’re hungry?”
She hesitates, then explains to me how things work. The Insurgence leave instructions in her mailbox. When she succeeds, she gets extra rations. Sometimes it’s a jar of peanut butter. Sometimes just an apple.
I pull her back down on the bed with me and kiss her. “I picked up some food on the way over.”
I get up and grab the paper bag I’d dropped by the door. I turn around to see her sit up and pull on a tank top. I’m slightly irritated she isn’t totally bare for me anymore.
“What is it?”
I hand her the bag and she looks inside. Then her face lights up. “Tacos!”
We eat them on a blanket on the floor, because she doesn’t have a table or chairs. The only furniture she has is an antique stereo under the one window in the place and a mattress. An old bedsheet serves as a curtain, and the makeshift bathroom contains a sink and a toilet separated from view by a folding screen. If I had to guess, this was most likely built to be a small office and not an apartment.
I didn’t know people live like this. Not to mention what had been going on outside. I had known about the fuel pits, but I thought they were separate from the residential areas. I would have never believed garbage was being burned right there in the street, with families nearby.
I’m starting to see what The Regime means to people on this side. I feel ashamed. This is wrong. I can’t be a part of this life anymore, but that means I would have to disappear. And I have no choice but to take Sylvia with me. She’s a part of me, and I’ll never go anywhere she isn’t.
