Page 12 of Forged in Rain

I’m on her just as she looks up, but she has no time to evade the punch I throw at her face. It’s the only free shot I get, though, before she tackles me to the ground and starts wailing on me.

One particular blow lands on my jaw, and with a curse, I push her over and straddle her struggling form. She’s making her fucking mark, but before she can do any further damage, I shove my hand over her face and push up, blocking her arms by pinning them under my legs.

“Bitch,” she spits, her eyes wild.

Leaning down until we’re face to face, I stare into her eyes until they widen and rasp, “I saw the picture, Iris. You lied. I’m giving you one chance, one fucking chance to tell me the truth. Did he fuck me while I was out of it?”

She searches my expression before shaking her head slightly. Grabbing her cheeks between my fingers, I whisper, “If you ever do something like that again, I will kick your ass, and I don’t fucking care if you’re my cousin.”

Releasing her, I stalk away up the stairs and into the building, fighting for air. I find the nearest bathroom and hide in the stall, except Cyn is right behind me, and soon we’re both locked in the damn stall together.

He stares at me with glittering eyes, and I have no time to ask what he’s doing or why before he grabs me up in his arms and kisses me so hotly my body melts into his of its own volition. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I grab his face and return the favor, moaning into his mouth. He pushes me against the wall and bucks into me, his dick rigid against my core.

We speak no words, our bodies communicating just fine as he drops me to my feet, helps me wrench my pants down my legs, and unbuttons his own. Fumbling with my jeans, I push them off and wrap my legs around him when he picks me up and surges into me.

Heat shoots straight to my core, and I bite back the moan trembling on my tongue. His eyes are wide with a feral intensity that makes me pulse heavily, and I pump against him, fire surging in my veins.

His lips pull back in a snarl, and he grips my hips tighter, pounding into me so hard the wall behind me shudders under the impact. With a whimper, I grab his arms and grind into him, crying out when he pulls back and runs his thumb over my clit.

“Unh,” I say, sailing over almost immediately and dropping my head back with a groan.

“Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping his hands around my ass and surging into me again.

My chest clenches when he frowns, a painful expression crossing his face as he orgasms. And almost immediately, he drops me and turns away, punching the door. “Motherfucker.”

My stomach drops to my knees, and with a frown, I reach for my pants and pull them up quickly, wishing the earth would open up and swallow me whole, because damn if I don’t want to cry, and the dick won’t leave.

He just fucked me like he needed me and left me cold. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?

“Do you mind?” I ask rudely when he continues to stare at the door.

“Yeah, I fucking do,” he growls before wrenching the door open and stalking from the room.

Bewildered, I stare after him. That may have been the hottest coming together with him yet, and we were both pissed off and aggressive. Huh.

Pulling myself together, I wash my hands and cool my face with the water before giving myself a major pep talk and exiting the bathroom. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it’s not them waiting for me in a ring across the hall while their sycophants orbit around them.

I’d like to keep going, but in tune with my new world, which is theirs, I raise a brow. Jig grins, Bastion frowns, and Cyn does nothing because he’s not looking at me. Stepping forward, Jig wraps his arm around my neck before pulling me along, and I struggle to no avail.

“You are one badass bitch, Rainbow,” he chortles until I elbow him in the ribs.

“Do not call me that,” I rasp, and he nods, rubbing his belly.

“Message received, LB,” he says, walking with me to my class and tapping my forehead gently. “See you after.”

Nodding, I turn to go, ignoring Bastion and Cyn, who walk by without a word. When I enter, every single student in my class is staring, and with a sigh, I find an out-of-the-way seat and pretend I’m going to ingest education today. Yeah, not so much.

Rand glares holes through my skull from across the room for the entire hour, but I ignore him because I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Like how I just left my self-respect in the bathroom where I fucked Cyn. Shit.

To my dismay, I’m met by Jig, who escorts me to my following two classes, and for the fourth, he’s actually in class with me. Of course, he sits next to me and whispers to me the whole lesson until the teacher finally gives him a dirty look.

“Where did you learn to fight like that? It was fucking hot, LB.”

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “My dad taught me basic self-defense.”

“I thought he was a hippie?” he asks, scratching his jaw.

“Maybe,” I say with a slight smile, averting my misty gaze because I miss him so fucking much. “But he was a marine before that.”

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