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He pulls out of me and readjusts himself. I push myself off the railing, used and abused in all the best ways…like I wanted.Like hewanted.
I’m breathless, my leg muscles quaking from how rough he gave it to me. I brush my curls out of my face as sweat forms on my chest and forehead.
I still want more.
What is wrong with me?
He walks away from me after he picks up my leggings with my underwear and dresses me so I’m not exposed anymore. He tucks my breasts back into my top, and I help him. I turn to him, but he’s already looking the other way. This time, I’m speechless, and all I can do is watch him leave the rooftop without one word. I’m left dazed, confused, and used.
37
DAEGAN
It’s beena few weeks after a mission was well done and executed. And it’s been a few hellish weeks since I fucked Alessia on the rooftop. Her absence has affected me more than it should.
Before we go back to base, we’re assigned to do last-minute overwatch with Marines.
“Don’t fucking touch me," I snarl at Zeke’s pat on my shoulder. I fight the urge to let go of my rifle and cringe from his touch. I don’t let anyone touch me but Alessia. And it’s not because I was kidnapped once. Or tortured, burned, or sliced. I’m not used to another human touching me. I don’t like it. I don’t like people…but I like her.
“Hey man, I’m just trying to congratulate you on a shot well done. You just saved those marines.” He flinches and walks away from my prone position. I can’t see him, but the tension grows thicker with each second.
I scout more land and keep my Overwatch on full send. I’d rather have Loverboy up here than Zeke. I don’t like that he’s close friends with my little Valentine. Some people may call it jealousy. I call it like I see it. I don't like the way he looks at her. Because the way he looks at her is how I look at her. And no man will live to tell the tale of what it’s like to be the reason for her smile but me.
I reload my sniper and keep my eyes out.
“I’m gonna take a piss. You don’t mind, do you, Creature? I can go right here in this corner, so I still got your six.”
“Get the fuck out of here if you’re going to pull your dick out and stink this rooftop with your piss. We still got a few more hours on Overwatch, and I will not spend it like that,” I snap, arching a brow, and he stiffens. I look away from my scope and stare him down. He cowers, putting his hands up and surrendering.
“Chill out, Creature. I’ll just go to another room. What’s with you, bro?”
I scoff, returning to my crosshairs.
“What can I say? You bring out the nice side in me, and I have a way with words.”
“Yeah, no kidding, I’ll be back. Might take a shit too. You sure you’ll be alright if?—”
“Akana, I’ll give you,” I look at my watch, tilting my head to the side and exhaling at the digital watch, “five seconds starting now to leave before I lose my patience.”
And with that, he exits the rooftop, and I roll my eyes. Shit and piss? In the corner of this rooftop? I can endure a lot of things, but if I can avoid smelling Zeke’s shit and piss, I’m taking it.
Every building looks secure. I see no threats, but I stay vigilant and alert. I’m taking slow, deep breaths and relaxing, but my mind keeps traveling to Alessia. The sun is setting, and I’m counting down the hours. It’s been a while since I’ve felt alive like this. I look forward to waking up each day. And she has everything to do with it. Before, it was like I’d been living stagnant, the same thing every day: work, work, and more work. The team is the only sense of family I’ve ever had until I met her.
All I want to do is bury myself in her skin, her flesh, her bones, and drown. Obsession is an understatement.
Everything is going smoothly, and then I feel the same dark premonition on my neck.
Something is wrong.
I’m looking everywhere, but I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then I see a dark shadow creeping in the corner of a building, making its way closer to the group of marines, and I’m ready to send it and unleash hell on anyone who dares.
With my finger on the trigger, I hold my breath, waiting to confirm a threat. The shadow grows bigger, my heart pinching my brows to reveal...a dog.
A heavy breath leaves my mouth from all the buildup of holding in my oxygen, and I sigh with relief.
I look down at my side to recover before it’s back to work, but then I see a shadow towering over me.
Zeke really wants to see my bad side today. I don’t think it’s polite of anyone to get behind me without addressing themselves first. Everyone knows that I don't take it kindly. Before I scold Zeke and tell him off, reminding him of my ticks, I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder when I move slightly to the left. A sharppain is an understatement because I quickly recognize the same feeling of what sharp steel feels like.
