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Chapter 40
Ari P.O.V
It was getting harder and harder to resist Vic's continued advances as the night wore on. He was wearing me down, but I was determined that he was going to be the one to snap. Not me.
Currently, Faith, Paddy and I were having a drinking contest. Mark had been there too, but he'd collapsed during the last shot. I downed my newest shot, and watched as Faith and Paddy did so too. I saw Faith sway. The alcohol wasn't effecting me in the slightest. They should've known that I wouldn't be affected. They couldn't win against me, yet they still tried.
After the next shot, Faith collapsed against the bar.
"Looks like it's just you and me Paddy." I said. "Do you really think that you can win?"
"I'm Welsssh with Irisssh in me." He slurred. "Of coursh I can."
"we're both Welsh and Irish Paddy. And I'm not even buzzed yet." I downed another shot. Paddy tried, but his hand missed his mouth, and the drink went over his shoulder. He lost his balance, and fell off the stool. By the time he hit the floor, he was already snoring.
"Hey, Cari! Help me get this lot to their rooms, would ya?" I called over the bar, to where she was talking to Storm. The two of them walked over.
I grabbed Mark, and Cari grabbed Paddy. Storm grabbed Faith. We hauled them to the lift, and loaded them in. Faith was sharing a room with Storm, so we left her in charge of Faith. Cari and I dragged the boys to their shared room. I grabbed the key out of Marks pocket, and opened the door. We pulled them into the room, and placed them down on their beds, to let them sleep it out.
When we got out the room, Vic was waiting. His face was an emotionless mask.
"I'll just…" Cari quickly disappeared down the corridor.
When she was out of sight and hearing range, Vic moved. Vic's hands were resting against the wall, on either side if my arms. A growl rumbled in his throat. "This game you're playing, ends now." He said.
"And what if I want to continue playing?" I asked, looking at him through my eye lashes.
He growled, and moved quickly. He grabbed me by my waist, and threw me over his shoulder, and carried me to the stairs.
"Vic, put me down, now." I said. I kept the laugh out of my voice. I'd finally gotten him to snap. Which was what I'd wanted.
Vic didn't answer, he just continued walking. When we reached our room, he opened the door, and carried me inside. As soon as the door clicked shut, I was placed on my feet, and slammed against a wall. Vic's lips came down onto mine ferociously. Vic tore my top off me, leaving a few scratches, which quickly clotted, and healed over.
I pulled his coat off him, and tore his top to shreds, leaving his chest bare. Vic pulled my trousers off, and then his own. He unclipped my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. He removed my panties, and I removed his boxers.
Vic's lips moved down to my neck, and the mark. He bit down, before grabbing the tops of my legs, and lifting them up. He placed my legs around his waist, and thrust inside me roughly. Vic kept my upper body pressed firmly into the wall as he thrust into me, and he kept his teeth biting down on my mark, forcing me to submit.
Vic had never been this rough with me before, but I found myself enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain that came with it. I came, and a second later, Vic spilled inside of me.
Vic pulled out of me, but kept me pressed against the wall. "Now kitten, behave." he said.
I nodded, my eyes half closed. He carried me over, and laid me down on the bed. I felt him lay down beside me, and his arms wrapped round me. I knew, healing factor or no healing factor, I was going to be sore in the morning. I put that to one side for now, and snuggled closer to Vic's well defined body, and fell to sleep.
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