A/N: Thanks for the support and likes. Sorry for the fact that this one took so long to write. I made some changes to this chapter and had a lot going on in my life. Like the flu. Here it goes!


Chapter 3

Monroe pulled Charlie into the bed. He wondered why she didn't resist. He felt something, like a scar tissue inside her wrist. He rotated her arm to see it. It was the Monroe Militia insignia. Burned on to her skin. It was still reddish so it was fresh. He felt sudden anger. Whoever had done that to her, deserved to die. Painfully. Knowing the Mathesons, maybe they had already died.

Charlie had her eyes on him. Monroe was still holding her arm. "Where did this come from?"

"I was saving someone from your boot camp."

Monroe brushed the mark with his fingertips. "I take it this was involuntary."

"I didn't have a choice."

He pressed a kiss on her scar. Then he let her hand down.

He just laid there, Charlie next to him. He felt her gaze on him again. He looked her back. He couldn't resist touching her. He saw her bracelet and slid his fingers over it. Watching her reaction. Their gazes locked. Monroe felt breathless. Why was this so important to him? Why he let her be in charge? Why he even cared of what had happened to her?

He was now completely sure he was going out of his mind.

"You know, you can always leave.", he said, breaking the silence.

"I'm fine.", she said firmly.

He rolled on his side, watching her. He wasn't sure did she even believe her own words. The urge to touch her was growing steady but he tried to ignore that. He wasn't sure if that was what she wanted. He didn't even know where that came from. He had had a lot of women. Why would he waste his time to go after the one who wasn't interested? It was not his style.

He reached for her slowly. It excited him even more. He felt the blood pump in his veins. Why was she so different? How did she made him feel this way, like no one else could? He took a strand of her hair and smelled it. Her scent of a woman, soap and something flowery, perhaps lavender. Suddenly it made his pants feel too full.

"You are beautiful."

Charlie snorted. "I can take any crap but don't lie to me."

"Did you come here to kill me?"

When Charlie didn't answer his delusions got the best of him and he straddled her. "Give it to me."

"Wait." She took something from her clothes.

Monroe took it from her hand. It was a nail file. He burst into a laughter. "You were going to kill me with this?"

"I was not going to kill you. I just needed a backup plan."

Charlie wondered how long Monroe was going to sit on her. She couldn't move and it was getting uncomfortable under his weight. She played with the thought of fighting him. But she knew that he would probably win. Their gazes locked. He seemed curious of her. She felt his warm muscles through his pants, while his ass and thighs were against her loins.

"I tend to stand behind my decisions.", she said to fill the silence.

"Even when they are foolish?", he asked.

"I keep my word."

She watched the look on his features turn darker.

"Let's face it. You don't even want me."

Monroe looked her, his gaze intense. She felt it deep inside her. She wasn't sure should she try to run or stay and see what would happen. Then she saw him lean in, probably for a kiss. She turned her head away. Why pretend when there was no feelings involved?

She felt the sudden release when he got up and let her be.

"The door is there.", Monroe said.

"I'm not gonna leave."

"Whatever suits you."

"Tell me this. Do you think about Jason when you're doing it?", he asked.

"What the hell!?"

"Neville told me about you two. That you have… some kind of relations with his son. Have you already done it? Or is it just some hot dream?", Monroe smirked.

"None of your business."

"Do you think of him when you touch yourself?"

"I've had enough of this.", Charlie said and tried to get up.

She felt Monroe's grip tight on her wrist and she stopped to avoid injury. "Don't you wanna hear the rest of the story?", he asked his voice a bit husky.

Charlie closed her eyes for a moment. Why did she react to him at all? She hated him. It was so wrong. She felt her breathing getting somewhat heavier. Her pulse rising a bit. She hoped that Monroe wouldn't notice.

"Charlotte… I'm not gonna hurt you."

His voice now soft, almost purring. She felt his grip on her wrist loosen, finally disappearing completely. Oh damn how she hated that name but the way Monroe said it… it made her knees soft.

He kissed her neck just below her ear. His soft, hot lips making her shiver. His stubble scraping her sensitive skin, every now and then. She closed her eyes, feeling absorbed into her dormant desire, which was now slowly waking up. Did she like it or not, it was inevitable like the waves rolling on the sea.

Charlie felt something brush over her breast, feather-like. She swallowed, feeling like an electric jolt in her system. She felt her nipples harden. When she didn't object, Monroe did it again, now more boldly. He rolled one in his fingers. Her breathing changed. She felt how he turned her on, the warmth inside her. He did the same to her other breast. Charlie couldn't hold back a sigh, feeling the secret place between her legs getting slowly wet.

She had decided earlier that she would never moan for him. But it proved to be harder to keep that promise to herself.

At some point Charlie noticed that she was on her back on the bed and Monroe had managed to crawl closer to her.

"Do you think of him when you do this..."

She heard his voice now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine, the warm air tingling her skin when he whispered, his voice a bit thicker with lust.

Charlie tried to leave again when the caresses stopped.

"Not so fast."

She stopped merely by hearing the commanding tone in his voice. She wasn't sure what to do and she didn't want to anger Monroe so she stayed, her upper body already going for the door. She was leaning to her elbows, as she would have a hard time to decide what to do. Her thoughts of escape finally disintegrated when she felt his warm hand sliding on her skin. She breathed deep and closed her eyes. It was so wrong on so many levels, but she couldn't change the way her body reacted to him. She felt his hand snaking under her panties.

"I bet you do think of him when you do this… You think of him until you come."

Charlie couldn't help but see Jason in her mind. And yes, Monroe was right but she would never admit that to him. The images of Jason mixing with Monroe's enticing voice and his gentle touch was weird but arousing. She guessed it was his intention. He was more dangerous than she thought he was. Able of manipulating people. Capable of manipulating her.

She lost all coherent thought when Monroe found what he was looking for. He put this hot mouth on her breast, sucking her nipple through the cloth of her nightgown. He caused her breathing escalate to panting, her heart beat rise fast. She felt extreme pleasure, making the one she could cause to herself a pale comparison. That pleasure even multiplying when she got closer to her climax.

She felt him now closer to herself, his warm body next to hers. His closeness was intoxicating, among the things he was doing to her. He was everywhere, she could feel him even her eyes closed.

Monroe didn't stop until she breathed hard, stifling a cry when she came, hard.

She lied there, trying to calm her breath.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to use you.", Monroe said.

He got up. "I will leave you alone."

Monroe didn't wait for her to answer. Charlie saw him take some clothes. She watched his back when he left the door. Not sure was she missing him or hating him even more.


Monroe was in a meeting with his Militia men. There was his most important men talking about the operations, how were it's missions going on and what was to be done with them. A strategist, who had the newest information from the field, thanks to scouts and messengers. Jeremy Baker and other who worked close to him. Even Neville was there today.

Monroe had a hard time listening their blabbering on and on about some things he could not give shit about today. He poured himself a shot of whiskey from the side table. The lunch he had eaten alone quickly before the meeting, had finally starting to settle in and was making him a bit tired.

He sat down, to the table. Looking at the men. The strategist was in the middle of explaining them something but then he dropped something. He stopped completely, his face red and he swallowed nervously. Monroe felt he was in a weird mood. He wasn't going to punish him for that. "Continue.", he said and lifted his glass.

The men eased immediately and Monroe had the time to get absorbed into his thoughts. He took a swig from his glass. Feeling the whiskey burning in his throat and later, the nice relaxing feeling of getting high from the alcohol. Then he got lost in what had happened in the morning.

He remembered her silky smooth skin. They way she smelled, of a woman, lavender and life. What they had talked about. When he had straddled her, she had just stared at him with her blazing blue eyes.

He had told her she could leave if she wanted to. She didn't. When she changed her mind, he was tired of her ambivalence and he forced her to stay. He had tried to get her in the mood. Charlie had been very cautious and apparently she had decided not to show any sign of liking the situation, even when he tried his best to get any reaction out of her. It was the Matheson stubbornness, he guessed.

After what he did to her, her eyes became hooded. Her breathing harder, sudden gasps when he had tried to make her give him something. A moan, a whimper, anything. He had been annoyed that she wouldn't give him that. He didn't need to take women. He got them because they liked him. Or they liked the power he had. Or his good looks. Whatever. He didn't give a fuck for the reason.

But Charlie was different. She wasn't afraid of him. She didn't suck up to him. She was being herself. She was like a refreshing wind in his mad, lonely crusade after Miles left.

He knew it was wrong, but he was the General of the Militia. The Sebastian Monroe. And he could do whatever the hell he wanted to. He was everything, paranoid, megalomaniac, a coldblooded killer. A machine for this lonely road, taking care of his people.

The only thing which made him realize that she wanted him, was the way her body reacted to him. He had slowly touched her everywhere, admiring her silky smooth skin, trying to get her out of her clothes without success. She was lying next to him with her nightgown on. He had reached for her and slid his hand under the waist band of her panties, between her legs. He had been surprised to find out that she was more than ready. She had been completely wet.

When he tried to make her come, he was surprised that she apparently did do that. It made him only want her more. His lust growing, making him harder in his pants. He knew that Charlotte hated him so he wasn't going to make her do anything she didn't probably want to. Although his need for her was unbearable after he realized that she came.

Monroe tried to shake off those thoughts. He realized that someone was talking to him. He was sitting on his place, the table hiding his rock hard erection. "Yeah, that sounds great."

The men looking at him strangely. Jeremy being the worst. Apparently it was the wrong answer. He sighed. This was going to be a long meeting.


Jeremy came to his office after the gathering.

"Sir, may I speak freely?"

Bass was sitting at his desk, his hand circling the almost empty whiskey glass. "Yes."

"What the hell was that? We are only few days away from the border war with Georgia and you say it sounds great?"

Monroe rubbed his eyes. He couldn't tell him what was really going on. "I just have a lot on my mind now."

"Does it involve the young Miss Matheson?"

Monroe closed his eyes, feeling his anger for the first time on that day. "It's not what you think it is."

"People talk. Some have noticed that you treat her in a special way."

Monroe closed his eyes again. "I needed her to co-operate with me."

"What kind of co-op was that?"

"How come it's your business now what I do?", Monroe lashed out.

"When it affects our work, then it is."

"You're dismissed.", Monroe said, barely containing his rage.

Jeremy looked at him, a bit worried and then he left, closing the doors behind him. Monroe cursed under his breath. He got up and his rage now surfacing he wiped all the stuff down to the floor from his desk, with one move. Loving the sound of the glass shattering to the floor. He would have eagerly crushed Jeremy's wind pipe, if he could. Until he would have stopped talking. Forever.

Monroe walked like a caged animal, nervously back and forth. The damn Matheson clan always had the way of crawling under his skin. It was like fucking a curse. He swore aloud.

Now a bit calmer, Monroe sat down by his empty table. He gazed his whiskey decanter and the unused glass beside it on the side table. He sighed deep and knew that it wasn't the answer to his problems.

He rushed across his office, slamming the doors open so hard that the old hinges squeaked in protest. Half running through his hallway he left a pack of guards watching him go, wondering what was it this time. He didn't care. The only pressing thing in his mind was where he would find Charlotte.

"Miss Matheson still in her quarters?", Monroe asked from the guards.

"Yes, sir."

Monroe didn't knock, he just barged into the room. Charlie was there, looking surprised. He closed the doors.

"What are you doing here?", she asked, a bit worried.

He had acted on impulse so he hadn't planned what he would actually say to her. "Don't go."

"What? You promised me.", she said, the look on her face and her voice revealing how she thought he would betray her, just like that.

"Just for a few hours."

"Why?"

Monroe tried to find the right words. He wasn't sure of that even himself, why it was so important for him to have her just for a bit longer. He had been alone for four fucking years after Miles left. He didn't need anyone.

"Because I..."

"Yeah?", Charlie asked. When he didn't continue, she happily obliged. "Because you like to play with people's minds until they are just as crazy as you are?"

"No.", Monroe said, the familiar rage rising again.

He couldn't speak about it. It would have sounded too true, too much of something he didn't want to think of nor want to feel. It would have made him vulnerable. It wasn't an option.

Charlie walked slowly close to him. He watched her, beauty with her head straight, no fear in her eyes. Swallowing on the view of her front, the way her hips swayed. She made his pants feel tighter.

"What is it then?", her voice soft, as she would have sensed his internal turmoil.

Monroe walked the last step separating them and gazed Charlie's eyes. He reached for her, placing her hair behind her ear. His fingertips sliding on her smooth skin. She stood still. He kissed her.

Monroe felt the last of his anger just melt away and his need to have her, rising again.

Charlie realized what he wanted. She would have lied if she would have said that she didn't want him. After the morning she had been thinking about him. She still hated him but there was now something else too. Maybe it was lust. Or perhaps she was on that phase on her cycle. Whatever it was, she could feel it.

When Monroe kissed her, she felt it through her body. It was making her weak on her knees. Her body starting to warm up. Feeling his touch everywhere, inside her and in her hardening nipples.

This time it was different. She knew a little what to expect and that he would make her feel good. Something else was off. It seemed like Monroe was desperate to be with her. She wondered what on Earth had caused him to feel that way.


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